Chapter 486: Common People Sword

The people of the world, a vague and empty term, is often on the lips of heroes and great men. They always talk about how great the people of the world are, how great the common people are, and claim that they have no selfish thoughts and are wholeheartedly serving the public.

They are often used as a fig leaf and amulet by some ghostly figures, but there are only a handful of people in the world who really care about whether the people have enough food and clothing and put their words into practice.

Because there are immortals and gods who live forever, they don't care about the mortals who have been in seclusion for several times. Because there are heavenly laws, cause and effect, and practitioners who gather luck, they don't care about the smallest individuals. Only the collection of many individuals, the existence of the common people, can attract the attention of the powerful people in the nine heavens and ten earths.

Mortals are weak, like delicate glass, unable to withstand the slightest wind, rain, bumps and collisions. Mortals are also very strong. It is because of them that there are endless immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons appearing.

Heaven has no justice, only man can become strong. The enormous power of all living things gathered together is the majestic power called humanity. It sleeps quietly and has never awakened. But now, someone rings the alarm clock to get up.

Gu Qingyuan stretched out his hand, and the amber-like wisdom of all living beings gathered together and condensed into a brilliant light like a piece of white brocade, flowing around Gu Qingyuan.

At the same time, countless sentient beings' thoughts were swept by the light of wisdom, carrying with them the most essential resentment and anger, which were guided by the light of wisdom bit by bit.

"My son was just an adult when he was summoned by an immortal. He only asked the immortal to ask why I saw my son's miserable figure in my dreams at midnight and why I haven't seen him come home for several years. Could it be that..."

An old woman was crying bitterly. She had cried so much that she was blind and could not see clearly. Her trembling hands fumbled on the table until she touched a wooden tablet. She trembled. How could her son, who was so filial, not have any news for seven years? He had not even sent her a letter and had even had visions in her dreams? It was just that the old woman did not want to believe it. As for the tablet, only the last stroke was left unadded.

"The harvest this year is bad. Bandits are robbing everywhere. Even the crops I hid were looted. How am I going to survive next year? I'm so hungry. If I eat this Guanyin soil, I'll just die of bloating. But I... I'm so hungry..."

The old man with his head covered and his face dirty was guarding the empty, dilapidated house. Even if a mouse slipped past his feet, he didn't have the strength to catch it. If he moved, he would consume the little energy he had. It would be better for him to lie down and survive, at least he could live a little longer. His only remaining support was the white soil in his arms.

"Xing'er, wait a minute. I have almost gathered the betrothal gifts, and the elders have agreed to officiate our wedding. It's a good date and a good marriage. But where have you been? Why can't I find you?"

The man's face was filled with anxiety. The familiar yard was now in ruins, with a huge chasm dividing the yard. The neighbors were talking about a fight between immortals. A magical power came down and almost collapsed the yard. The man turned a deaf ear to them and focused on digging at the dirt. His fingers were covered in blood.

On the hills, after the barbarian soldiers looted, the villagers who were lucky enough to survive lay waiting to die, just because a Mongolian light cavalryman whistled, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a bloodthirsty smile. Behind him was a whole team of Mongolian sentinels and spies.

The remains of the battlefield, the ruins of the broken city, the survivors crying and bleeding, displaced and living in misery, these eight short words sound light but when they fall on a person, they feel a weight that can break his spine.

There are countless things here. Ever since the imperial court moved the capital and the people moved south, the Mongol cavalry has been able to move freely. However, in just a few days, the Middle Land has been filled with tragedy and blood. The injustices are incalculable, and wherever there is injustice, resentment arises, and after resentment, there is raging anger!

The strands of light continued to extend and entangle together, and a few thoughts swarmed in, and countless qi filled it. The wisdom, destiny, and cause and effect were controlled by Gu Qingyuan's soul and hammered together, converging into a turbid stream of sentient beings like a river in the sky. The turbid stream hung straight up to the sky, hanging into the back of Gu Qingyuan's head, and was refined and poured out through his body. The light began to take shape, revealing the hilt and the blade. The last trace of spiritual light disappeared, and gradually condensed into an ordinary long sword in his hand.

It was ordinary and without any magic, just like the mundane things that can be seen everywhere, just like you, me, and him. Gu Qingyuan grabbed the sword that seemed to be made of ordinary iron. The energy was like a net, connecting all sentient beings, densely packed and immeasurable.

"Fellow Daoist Qinghong, is your sword... done?"

Yuxian Zhenren spoke carefully, fearing that he would disturb Gu Qingyuan and cause his magical power to fail. Gu Qingyuan shook his head, then nodded. Seeing that Yuxian Zhenren was a little puzzled, he immediately spoke:
"My magic weapon has begun to take the shape of a sword, but there is still one step left."

"Which step?"

Gu Qingyuan held the long sword and said, "Sharpen it with the anger of all living beings. I have heard that there is a sword of the emperor in the world, which can control people with power, rectify the world, and make the world submit. But even if the sword of scheming can kill millions of people, it is still under the sky. The emperor is just a direct descendant of the way of heaven. He is scheming and calculating, and he has no control over himself. How can his sword be sharp!"

He said loudly: "Only by gathering the strength of all the people to forge this sword of life can it be sharp and edgeless. Haven't you heard that when a common man gets angry, blood will splatter five steps away!"

There is no place to vent the resentment of all living beings, no place to rely on for their hatred, and no place to vent their anger. So Gu Qingyuan created a sword as a shell to contain the anger of all living beings and speak on their behalf!
A spark suddenly appeared, and boundless rage surged, all rushing towards the Cangsheng Sword. Then countless illusory bubbles gathered together, and the raging rage burned, turning his carefully refined sword into rainbow light in an instant.

"The sword is not a sword, the man is not a man. Today, I raise my sword and ask the heaven and earth for advice. This sword will first destroy the blind sky!"

Gu Qingyuan said in a loud voice, and without waiting for the immortals to react, a rainbow light flew out from his hand, transforming into an endless streak of anger, slashing towards the sky and earth.

The web of cause and effect that entangled all living beings and gathered destiny was no longer illusory when it touched the sword light, revealing a huge net that stretched to the sky and competed with the sword of all living beings.

"Heaven's way is unkind, humanity should be upheld. A common man's anger will cause blood to splatter five steps away. I will use the sword technique to slash the sky!"

The sword energy spanned a hundred thousand miles, and the sword light chilled the nineteen states. The magnificent sword rainbow spanned the sky and the earth, as if to poke a hole in the sky, and the anger of all living beings had already climbed onto the network of cause and effect and burned.

From time to time, there were bursts of spiritual power derived from the conflict of qi. Gu Qingyuan thrust out a sword, instantly making a big hole in the web of cause and effect. Then he slashed out several more swords, turning them into a fine sword net that shattered the web of cause and effect. Then all living beings pounced on it in anger, burning it into ashes that were invisible to the naked eye.

All living beings in the world, no matter where they are or what they are doing, feel a movement in their hearts, as if something that has bound them for a long time is broken at this moment, as if they have been trapped and locked for a long time and suddenly break free from the cage, but after careful consideration, they feel that nothing has happened.

(End of this chapter)