Logging 10,000 Years into the Future

Chapter 373

“I told you before, the Doomsday Cult members aren’t human, they’re all madmen, heretical fanatics, the biggest plague hidden among humans. Whatever they say, you can’t believe it. Alas …”

The arrival put down the bloodstained broken blade and shook his head as he left. Behind him, the youth sat dazed on the ground.

These words echoed repeatedly in his mind: “I have a daughter, please don’t kill me…”

“If you don’t kill others, others will kill you, remember?”

“They were after you, your brother shielded you …”

***

On the battlefield, a figure fought unmatched.

Blade light like waterfalls, fell beast after beast.

A few people discussed while watching that figure.

“Reaching Level 9 at forty, this Gu Xuan can be considered a great talent even in the entire Martial Association!”

“Indeed, I heard the great Master Duan Yifeng of the Yuanlun Blade Sect has taken notice of him, soon to accept him as a disciple.”

“His blade, so vicious, killing beasts like reaping grass!”

“He kills humans just as ruthlessly, over these years at least eight thousand from the Doomsday Cult have died by his blade …”

“Truly ferocious …”

***

“Gu Xuan, Master Duan has seen your swordsmanship and says your killing intent is too strong, too murderous. He will first teach you the Yuanlun Blade Art, and only meet you once you’ve ground away that killing intent from your blade.”

The arrival tossed a storage drive and left without another word.

The cold-eyed youth slowly picked up the drive, expressionless, silent.

***

“Gu Xuan, ten years have passed? Your killing intent hasn’t lessened but increased instead? Master Duan will not see you, wait another ten years.”

“Gu Xuan, wait another ten years!”

“Gu Xuan …”

The figure appeared one last time, wearing deep disappointment.

“You have strayed from the path, what you’ve practiced is the skill of killing, not martial arts. Gu Xuan, Master Duan will never see you in this lifetime. Do not claim to be a successor of the Yuanlun Blade Sect hereafter.”

Until the figure left, the youth sharpening his blade never raised his head.

He looked at the rusty broken blade in his hand, murmuring to himself: “Strayed from the path?”

“So be it if I’ve strayed …”

“Martial arts is the art of killing, he taught me that, and I’ve always remembered …”

BOOM!

Lu Sheng snapped back from the vast torrent of memories.

Opening his eyes, his gaze held profound shock.

The lifetime martial arts memories of one Martial Sage was already immense, let alone those of a Martial Sage purer (memories) than Zhao Lengxuan.

Aside from a few fleeting scenes, almost all the memories Lu Sheng received were about cultivation, battle, cultivation, battle…

And in nearly every battle scene, it was slaughter.

Pure slaughter.

That icy will to kill seemed to seep into Lu Sheng’s very bones.

“I thought the accumulated killing intent from defending the frontlines for nine days was already terrifying. But compared to this person, it doesn’t even amount to a drop in the ocean …”

Gu Xuan was truly an extreme case.

He had completely walked the path of “Slaughter”, an exceedingly rare branch of martial arts!

The people he had killed perhaps outnumbered those Lu Sheng had ever seen.

The beasts he slew numbered in the billions.

“To him, life was practically no different from grass. Yet he was incredible too, bearing such immense killing karma while ultimately maintaining a normal mindset. Most others would have long devolved into pure killing machines, drowned in a chaotic murderous consciousness …”

But Gu Xuan’s life was also quite tragic. As a Level 9 Martial Sage who lived nearly a century, almost all the scenes in his memories were gray.

Plagued by the trickery of fate, a pall of misfortune seemed to shroud his entire life.

Lu Sheng only knew after absorbing Gu Xuan’s memories that the ability displayed when they fought likely didn’t even reach one-thousandth of Gu Xuan’s true power.

“The Path of Slaughter is already formidably powerful among martial paths, and Gu Xuan was a talent who even inherited the Yuanlun Blade Sect’s legacy, lingering at Level 9 for so long … Who knows how terrifying his true strength was, even a normal Level 10 might not survive his blade … It’s fortunate he didn’t use that final move against me.”

Lu Sheng felt grateful yet also shaken.

Gu Xuan’s killing intent was tempered to the extreme, completely under his control. Until the very last moment of his battle with Lu Sheng, he did not reveal even a hint of it. Because he had no killing intent towards Lu Sheng, but a Gu Xuan with killing intent was the most terrifying.

Gu Xuan’s martial arts memories were definitely the greatest gain for Lu Sheng from any memories he had absorbed so far.

Lu Sheng’s swordsmanship was directly raised to the peak Fourth Level. And not just an ordinary Fourth level either.

Lu Sheng had a vague sense that it far surpassed Zhao Lengxuan’s Peak Fourth level spearmanship.

This was just a step away from the Fifth level. Of course, these memories were also the ones Lu Sheng was most reluctant to accept.

For ordinary people, watching too many violent bloody movies could lead to depression.

Lu Sheng absorbed decades of Gu Xuan’s memories all at once, inevitably causing his heart to grow colder and harder.

It made Lu Sheng recall a popular saying from his previous world online – “Did you think I still cared? I killed fish in the supermarket seafood section for 10 years, my heart went as cold as my blade long ago.”

If just killing fish could have such an effect, let alone killing humans.

“After leaving, I’ll need to watch a hundred sweet romance shows to recover …”

Of course, Lu Sheng did not forget Gu Xuan’s core martial arts teachings.

It was the most quintessential part of the entire martial arts treasure trove.

“Now where did I see it?”

Lu Sheng searched his memories, finally finding a fragment of chilling light in a corner, like a shard of a blade.

Just looking at it seemed enough to cut one’s eyes.

Lu Sheng hesitated briefly, then gritted his teeth and absorbed it with his spiritual energy.

In an instant, a sea of blood and mountain of corpses appeared before Lu Sheng.

Countless bodies.

Both human and beasts.

A bone-chilling killing intent permeated the air above the bloody sea.

Amidst the churning blood, a figure strode out, step by step.

His gaze was indifferent, devoid of any human emotion or warmth.

He casually slashed out with his blade.

BOOM!

In the Dream World, the cross-legged Lu Sheng convulsed violently.

His face drained of color, with blood trickling from his nostrils.

He abruptly opened his eyes and instinctively grabbed the black longsword beside him, slashing it out.

This slash carried a bloody aura.

It evoked the image of an autumn wheat field, a farmer swinging his sickle.

The sickle rises high, its blade frosty, cutting down swathes of wheat stalks.

A sea of blood surged, blade light churning.

“The will of Heaven is like a blade, my will is like a blade, human life like grass. This slash is Gu Xuan’s Martial Sage skill. Named – My Will to Kill Life!”