chapter 5 A kindness worthy of tears

Boom!
Boom!
In the void, a thunderous explosion resounded, and in an instant, dark clouds pressed down from above.
The old man gazed at the firmament, unleashing his entire aura, steadily ascending.
"Grandmaster Realm... I've finally slashed my way in with a sword."
The old man burst into a mad laughter, raising his hands as if embracing the heavens and the earth.
Click!
Lightning flashed.
Boom!
Black thunder echoed.
The old man took a deep breath, and the eighteen acupoints around his body began to crazily converge the surrounding elemental energy, forming vortexes continuously around him.
Slash!
The old man emitted a long roar with astonishing momentum.
A giant sword, transformed from internal energy, instantly cleaved through the void, its formidable power creating a whirlwind.
The next moment, tranquility emerged.
A bright and clear emptiness appeared.
The old man descended slowly from the void, strolling as if in a leisurely manner.
Sonny clearly saw the old man's once straight back now slightly stooped, his hair white as snow, and brown streaks on his face.
That was livor mortis.
Sonny's heart began to tighten.
Atop Giant Deity Peak, innumerable figures rushed towards the Library. Even the Peak Master Waylon, who had secluded himself for many years, emerged.
At the old man's breakthrough, the grandmaster's aura alarmed everyone in the Sword Sect.
On Sword Mound Peak, dense figures also soared towards the scene.
The old man stood with hands behind his back, quietly.
"Supreme Elder... have you made a breakthrough?"
Waylon's voice trembled. Despite sensing the clear oppression in the old man's aura, he still asked.
Everything happened so suddenly.
Making Waylon find it somewhat unbelievable.
"Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, only appears upon advancing to the Grandmaster Realm. Supreme Elder must have advanced to the Grandmaster Realm."
Tobias, the current Sword Sect leader, spoke loudly.
"Excellent!"
"Our Sword Sect has produced another Grandmaster level powerhouse. We no longer have to fear anything."
"God bless my Sword Sect!"
"..."
Low murmurs resonated among the incoming crowd. The appearance of a Grandmaster level warrior was rare. The Sword Sect hadn't seen one for almost a century, causing a swift decline in its strength and losing the confidence of being the foremost sect in the Solarian Empire. Fortunately, this would no longer be the case. With a Grandmaster level warrior, the Sword Sect regained the confidence to contend with other sects.
Sonny stood quietly, surrounded by sounds pouring clearly into his ears. Yet, his intuition told him that things were not that simple.
Indeed.
The old man turned slowly, two trails of blood tears hanging at the corners of his eyes.
"Supreme Elder... what's happening to you?"
Tobias exclaimed.
The old man shook his head, softly saying, "Sect Master... let the others leave!"
Tobias nodded.
The crowd that had gathered soon dispersed.
Sonny stared at the old man for a moment, then left with the crowd.
This departure meant no more reunions. When Sonny went to visit the old man the next day, the guard at the Library had already changed, arranged by the sect leader.
Politely inquiring about the old man's situation, the middle-aged man only shook his head indifferently, genuinely ignorant.
Three days later, Waylon found Sonny, handing him a manual.
"Practice well."
Waylon patted Sonny on the shoulder and left in a hurry.
Looking at the manual, Brahma Buddha Technique!
Opening the slightly yellowed first page, Sonny's gaze fell on the vigorous and powerful handwriting: "Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I said, when one gets old, one shouldn't have regrets. I use the remaining few years of my life as the cost to advance to the Grandmaster Realm, to resolve some matters. My life will not leave any regrets, and one must fight for one's breath. I hope you practice this method well and farewell."
The signature at the end, Chance Shaw.
Sonny felt a lump in his throat, staring at the ceiling of his room, feeling somewhat dazed on the bed.
Never expected it to be a true farewell.
His intuition was correct, Sonny's thoughts were in disarray.
In just half a month, too many things happened to him, all inseparable from the old man. If the old man hadn't used his powerful internal strength to open his acupoints, he might still be stuck in the Martial Arts Realm. If the old man hadn't taught him the Heart Sword, his combat strength wouldn't have improved so rapidly...
The last three moves taught by Chance appeared in Sonny's mind, powerful and overbearing.
"Senior…"
Tears dropped from the corners of his eyes, dampening the pillow.
This was the second time Sonny had shed tears since he could remember. The first time was when his father was seriously injured and passed away, and the second time was because of Chance's departure.
Sonny fell asleep and slept for a long time.
When he woke up, it was already late at night. Sonny held the sword given by Chance tightly in his arms.
"Senior, please rest assured. I will inherit your legacy, and I will definitely live up to your reputation."
Facing the moon radiating endless brilliance, Sonny secretly vowed in his heart.
Under the moonlight, Sonny swung a simple long sword.
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Sword Mound Peak was named after the existence of the Sword Mound. Throughout the generations, masters, elders, and disciples of the Sword Sect all entered the Sword Mound at their last moments, dispersing their cultivation and leaving only a sword in the Sword Mound.
For thousands of years, countless famous and excellent swords were buried in the Sword Mound.
According to rumors, three of the world's top ten famous swords were hidden in the Sword Mound, but no one knew whether the rumors were true.
But it was absolutely true that the Sword Mound was dangerous.
There was once an expert of the Innate Realm who tried to break into the Sword Mound to seize a sword. The moment he entered the Sword Mound, thousands of sword energies turned into a rain of blood, and no bones were left.
Since then, no one dared to break into the Sword Mound, even the disciples of the Sword Sect.
Fortunately, the Sword Sect selects outstanding disciples every five years to enter the Sword Mound to comprehend the martial arts inheritance left by the masters of the Sword Sect throughout the generations. At the same time, disciples are allowed to search for a good sword, which also prompts many people to enter the Sword Sect, eager for martial arts and swords in the Sword Mound.
Entering the Sword Mound relies entirely on luck.
Some entered the Sword Mound and gained astonishing results, while others gained nothing, and some even perished in the Sword Mound.
The Sword Mound, a solitary figure sat motionless, covered in dust.
Directly in front of the figure was a massive sword pool with countless swords inserted, densely packed. Behind the sword pool was a tombstone that couldn't be seen by the camera.
"Ah!"
A sigh suddenly came from the seated figure.
The dust on his body shook off, and the cross-legged body stood up, long white hair touching the ground.
"Old friend... you've really left!"
The standing figure trembled slightly, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
A ray of light fell from the sky into the sword pool.
Leaves fall and return to their roots.
In the sword pool, thousands of swords soared into the sky.
The sound of swords was earth-shattering.