Great Sword Comes from the North, A Thought of Wuliang

Gongsun Yan and Ji Fu lay side by side. They had not left, were physically silent, and emotionally very stable.

Lu Bei planted one foot on the Gate of No Life and began studying this powerful magical treasure.

The two iron gates were woven from white bones, coated in black ink, and painted with demons, ghosts, and a hundred ghosts roaming by night. Black mist formed the sky, blood formed the earth, and evil ghosts symbolizing sin rampaged throughout. The vivid colors created an immense visual impact.

It was a Houtian Spiritual Treasure, with countless wondrous uses. Its most terrifying ability was to inflict the calamity of the Minor Five Declines upon immortals and humans.

By comparison, the Five Emperors Great Demonic Seal of the Xuanlong Demon Fiend Tu Yuan seemed somewhat petty. Demonic thoughts invaded the body, causing desires to sprout everywhere, but the threat was far inferior to the Minor Five Declines of immortals and humans.

The magical treasure was excellent, but it was simply too hot to handle. Whoever took it would become the little black sheep.

Ji Ci of the Human Sacred Land had bestowed it upon Qi Yan's Ji clan. But judging from the complicated international relations on the Kyushu Continent, one could completely say that Qi Yan was a chess piece in Emperor Ji's move to restore the glory of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Lu Bei was still young. He did not want to inexplicably catch a chill, so he would not accept this magical treasure that had been delivered to his door.

This object and I are not fated!

Lu Bei silently recited this in his heart and kicked the gate. "Senior Ji, stop pretending. With your ability to stay alive, that sword could not have taken your life."

When his words fell,