The land of the Divine Continent was plagued by calamities for thousands of miles, alien races came, and a great war caused immeasurable damage to the Divine Continent, causing countless casualties.
After the war, the alien kings left, leaving Divine Continent beings crying endlessly. The sky couldn't bear it and rained down sorrow.
The heavy rain poured down and washed out deep ravines. This catastrophe came without warning, but like a violent storm, it destroyed the hope of all living beings in the world.
Under the pouring rain, the old man turned around and left on crutches. Young Master Xiaobai walked behind the girl, pushed the wheelchair, and followed her together.
In the deserted city, Jian took a picture of his second senior brother who died in the battle. His body was shaking, and his tearful eyes were drooping, unable to hide his sadness.
Ning Chen felt the pain in his heart as if it was being cut by a sharp knife, and he couldn't say a word.
Three days later, Ning Chen walked out of the deserted city, his eyes covering up all emotions and regaining his strength.
"Come with me!"
In front of the deserted city, Prince Yan said calmly and walked forward.
Ning Chen stepped forward, picked up the sword stand, and followed silently.
In the rolling mountains, in the middle of a huge mountain, two figures stepped forward. In front of a large waterfall hanging from the sky, the king stopped and said lightly, "This is it."
Behind him, Ning Chen nodded, walked aside and put down his sword stand, quietly waiting for instructions.
"Pick up your sword."
Prince Yan spoke calmly.
Ning Chen was silent. After a moment, he waved his right hand, and in the brilliant light, Daoist Sect, the famous striker, reappeared with dazzling brilliance.
"The righteousness is so great that this sword cannot be stained with dust."
Prince Yan saw the sword in the former's hand, waved his hand and grasped it. Not far away, the sword frame moved slightly, a red light bloomed, Crimson Sword flew out and disappeared into the king's hand.
"Hold your sword tightly and follow my king's moves."
As soon as the words fell, Prince Yan waved his hand, and between heaven and earth, the extreme realm appeared, blood-colored lightning filled the air, the sword reached the extreme realm, and majesty came to the world.
The king's sword moved, and blood and electricity surged all over the sky. The sword was filled with the most powerful thoughts that had never been seen before, and it carried the body of Zhi Ming beside him, moving with the sword.
The king teaches the sword, and the breath of the sword fills the air. He starts from the most basic sword, one move at a time, simple and unpretentious.
The Dao Sword in Ning Chen's hand moves accordingly, and the sword bone, Sword Intent, sword breath, and sword sense continue to rise, from rejection to fusion, integrating into his body bit by bit.
The sword of the deserted city and the sword of the king flooded each other. A waterfall of blood exploded all over Ning Chen, dyeing the plain clothes red.
In the extreme realm, Prince Yan saw the blood mist erupting from the former's body, frowned slightly, and stopped.
"What happened to your sword bone?"
"I'm fine"
Ning Chen endured the severe pain in his body and said, "Senior, continue, I can bear it."
Prince Yan didn't ask any more questions. If someone else's sword bone wants to merge into his own body, he can only resist the pain by himself.
Wang Jian moved again, this time, without stopping. The moving swords intertwined in the Sword's Extreme Realm, galloping like thunder, dazzling.
Ning Chen's body shape moves with the king's sword. With each stroke of the sword, the sword bone merges into his own body, and the pain deepens.
The dripping sweat, mixed with the overflowing blood, soaked the clothes again and again, but Ning Chen's hand holding the sword never loosened his grip.
He had lost it before, and only then did he realize how rare it was to be able to hold the sword again. He could not lose to himself, otherwise, he would have failed Sword Two's entrustment before his death.
The human world is breathing the same breath, singing softly in the extreme realm, Prince Yan tilts its ears, listening to the sound of the former's sword, and the ultimate intention on the sword is even higher.
Since he has this determination and will, as a senior, he will do his best to fulfill it!
After hundreds of sword moves, Wang Jian's sword power suddenly changed, murderous intent broke out, and passed by at extremely high speed.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and subconsciously swung the sword in his hand to block Wang Jian.
With a loud shock, Wang Jian shook Dao Sword away from the former's hand. The sword's momentum did not change at all and continued to sweep forward.
"Uh"
The sword penetrated half an inch and the sword edge stopped. Prince Yan looked at the young man in front of him and said calmly, "From now on, your sword is not allowed to have any impurities, otherwise I will destroy it again. Now Divine Continent no longer needs you to protect it. Your mission is over!"
Ning Chen listened silently, and after a moment, nodded slightly.
"Practice by yourself until you can feel the breath of the sword. I will go to Great Xia Imperial City and come back in ten days."
After saying that, Prince Yan waved his hand to collect the sword stand on the ground, and immediately walked towards the distance.
Ning Chen stood in front of the waterfall, looking at the sword silently. The senior was right, Divine Continent no longer needs him to protect him, and he does not have the qualifications.
Not to mention those kings and emperors of foreign races, even the most ordinary Fourth Realm strong ones, it would be difficult for him to fight head-on. This catastrophe, if the seniors had not rushed back in time, Divine Continent would have been completely catastrophic.
In the face of absolute strength, no matter how many conspiracies and calculations are in vain, his sword is no longer enough to protect the people he cherishes.
The roaring sound of the falling waterfall drowned out the sound of the sword. In front of the waterfall, Su Yi raised his sword again, returning to the basics, so simple that there were no more complicated moves.
Just when Zhiming returned to the Divine Continent, Hongluan Star Domain, in the fog of the star field, countless strong men flew out from the cracks in the space. In just a few days, strong men from hundreds of races came to the world one after another. Fourth Realm and kings emerged one after another. However, among the kings, except for the original Scaly Emperor, there was no second one.
Divine Continent In the battle, Great Xia's legendary name shocked hundreds of tribes. The existence of a strange old man from the human race has become a taboo for all tribes. The most powerful person who is comparable to the emperor of a hundred tribes is only a handful among the hundreds of tribes, and no one dares to offend him.
In each major star field, powerful men from hundreds of tribes appeared, occupying one sacred land after another with a domineering attitude, and established sects and religions.
The era of competition among hundreds of tribes came so suddenly that all the great sects in all regions and ordinary people had to accept this cruel and chaotic world that suddenly came.
In all the sacred lands, the king is in charge. Due to the majesty of the strange old man from the human race, no large-scale battle has been launched for the time being. However, the hundreds of races are strong and the human race is weak. The unequal distribution of interests is obvious. A battle for the hundreds of races to carve up the territory and resources of the human race seems inevitable.
Purple Star Starfield, Divine Capital Mountain, and Purple Scale Abyss are facing each other from afar. The two most powerful races with emperor-level existences simultaneously chose Purple Star Starfield, the one closest to the realm, continuing the struggle for thousands of years.
Purple Scale Abyss, Di Mingtian stood in front of the abyss, quietly looking at the vast starry sky in front of them, with little streams of light flashing in their eyes.
"Your Highness"
A man in purple clothes came over, bowed respectfully, and said, "It's time."
Di Mingtian came to his senses, nodded, turned around and walked towards the abyss behind.
Having been out for so long, so much time has been wasted. Now, it is time to make up for the past hundred years.
In Purple Scale Abyss, among the new Jedi, Di Mingtian walked through. Half an hour later, he stopped in front of a green pool that didn't look too big.
In front of Dragon Transformation Pool, Purple Scale King looked back, looked at the approaching figure, and said calmly, "This is the Dragon Transformation Pool water your grandfather specially brought. Don't let your grandfather and father down."
"Yes"
Di Mingtian saluted respectfully, and then walked step by step into Dragon Transformation Pool ahead.
At the same time, in the unknown realm of God, a haggard old man stood quietly, looking at the weeping people, the fatigue in his muddy eyes became more intense.
Hundreds of races were born, and the dark age of the world came. If the human race could not survive this calamity, it would be a real eternal night.
"Teacher"
From behind, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth came in a wheelchair, looked at the old man in front of her, and called softly.
The old man turned around, looked at the girl in the wheelchair quietly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Peacock, how are you?"
"I don't feel anything." The girl said truthfully.
The old man nodded and said, "It's normal for you to have no feelings when you meet for the first time. In the future, you will have many opportunities to meet. Your relationship can be cultivated slowly, don't be in a hurry."
"Why does the teacher value that person so much? Regardless of talent or strength, this person should not be the best candidate." In the wheelchair, Peacock said with a look of confusion on his beautiful face.
"Talent, after reaching Fourth Realm, is not the decisive factor. As for strength, no one is born invincible. He has only been practicing for a short time, so it is good to be able to achieve this level." The old man said softly.
"The premise of the teacher's hypothesis is that this person can enter Fourth Realm. However, if he cannot enter this state, talent is a natural chasm that is difficult to ignore and no one can change it." Peacock said seriously.
The old man was silent. After a long time, he sighed softly and said, "Teacher just got a glimpse of the secret from this child's growth trajectory. No one can absolutely guarantee what the future will be. The teacher will not force you. The choice is in your hands. The teacher cannot make the decision for you about marriage."
In the wheelchair, Peacock nodded gently and said, "Teacher, don't worry. If this person can reach Fourth Realm in the future as the teacher said, then Peacock is willing to fully assist him. However, if he can't do it, Peacock will have no choice but to choose someone else."
The old man nodded and said nothing more. He turned his eyes and looked at the world again, the compassion in his eyes becoming increasingly difficult to hide.
The peacock's partner will always be the emperor who rules the world. In this era, an absolute strong man is needed to shock hundreds of tribes. He chose that young man. However, whether he can do it depends on the young man's own ability. He will not interfere too much.
Everyone should walk their own path. The young man's will is so strong that it far surpasses any of his peers. This is the most important quality of the road to cultivation. The road is long and no one can have it smooth sailing. It is easy to survive one blow, but what about ten, a hundred, or a thousand times?
It is not easy to bear the weight of all living beings, so he must be strong enough. Even if there are hundreds of disasters and countless hardships, he cannot be weak for a moment.
Although it is cruel, this is the reality. If he can't do it, he can only find someone else.
In the world, Eastern Divine Continent, in the rolling mountains and rivers, people practicing swordsmanship in plain clothes, just like a hundred years ago, had nothing, starting from the very basics.
The cold light on the sword reflects Mingyue, day after day, year after year.
In front of the waterfall, the king stood quietly, looking at the juniors practicing swordsmanship in front of him. Even though the progress was slow, there was no sign of urgency on his face.