Purple Star Starfield, among the three divine suns, in the sky above the underworld continent, King Yama walked out of the palace, looking at the changing starry sky, his expressions were full of emotion.
I thought that after destroying the Demon Palace, peace would be restored to the world. Unexpectedly, a greater disaster would come later, causing hundreds of tribes to be in chaos and the world to be in chaos.
"Let's say goodbye."
Before the divine ban, Yi Xuanmiao raised his hand and took off the evil-looking mask on his face, looked at each hall King Yama, and said calmly.
In today's situation, Underworld Yama is no longer suitable to appear in the world again, and they need to go back to their own path.
"See you later"
One by one King Yama took off their masks, revealing familiar faces, said goodbye to each other, and then left in different directions.
"Master Mu"
Yin'er looked at the woman beside him with a confused look on his face and said, "Where are we going?"
"Look for your master"
Mu Chengxue responded calmly, looked in the direction of the boundary, and said.
At the same time, on Shenji Peak, the red maples were floating, and the sky was red. A'man, who had been kneeling for three years, slowly stood up. At this moment, blood clouds gathered above the nine heavens, and an unparalleled catastrophe came to test the martial arts cultivators.
A'man looked towards the sky, held his left hand, and in front of him, Violet Heaven Divine Sword trembled. In an instant, the purple sky unsheathed, and the glow reached the sky.
Exquisite Heart, Exquisite Sword, facing First Tribulation in the world, the sword breath is everywhere, without any fear.
"This is it?"
At this moment, from all sides in the starry sky, one by one the powerful alien race Fourth Realm felt this and looked in the direction of Shenji Peak.
Fourth Realm, and it's a human breath.
Has Fourth Realm finally appeared among the human race?
Golden Radiance City, Moonlit Chang'an On the second floor, Moonlit Tower Master in a silver-gray cloak stood in front of the window, looking at Shenji Peak in the distance, a look of emotion flashed in his eyes.
Divine Mechanism, your descendant has not let you down. For nine days, you can rest assured.
A hundred years ago, Marquis of Knowing Fate from the industry opened Ancient Battlefield, and the origin of heaven and earth was replenished. A hundred years later, the first person to step into the Fourth Realm was actually a person from the industry. It must be said that the people who came out of Underworld King Pure Land were really impressive.
Every cause has its consequences, and Marquis of Knowing Fate's original efforts have paid off.
Within the realm, in the Divine Continent land, among the thousands of miles of mountains, Plain-clothed Figure, who picked up the sword again, was completely isolated from the world, returned to the mortal world, and experienced the origin of the sword.
The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are colorful. Among the falling autumn leaves, a man in plain clothes dances with a sword, as graceful as a startled giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. The sword whistles softly, and the sound is earth-shattering.
In the first year, one chop, one stroke, one thrust, simple and refined.
The fallen leaves all over the sky were cut by the sword's edge, without any sloppiness. The simple sword was unpretentious and without any impurities.
The heavy burden is removed, and the sword returns to its original state. The pure sword looks no different from an ordinary warrior. Fighting for the sake of the sword is the world's best swordsmanship.
Day after day, regardless of day or night, the plain clothes in the wind seem to be tireless, waving the sword in their hands wantonly.
The sound on the sword is a sound of longing, nostalgia, and gratitude to pick up the sword again.
In front of the waterfall, Prince Yan quietly looked at the sword dancing in front of him, with an undetectable trace of relief flashing deep in his eyes.
A hundred years ago, Great Xia was in danger, and the young man raised the sword to protect Great Xia. Although the sword moved quickly, it was too heavy and stained.
A hundred years later, hundreds of tribes were in chaos, and the young man of the past had grown up. However, the world was no longer something that a young man could hold up.
Divine Continent
, is still the original Divine Continent, but now it needs a more powerful guardian.
If he wants to continue to protect the people he cherishes, his sword must be strong enough, strong enough to touch the kings and emperors of hundreds of tribes.
However, before that, he must learn to let go and let go of all his burdens.
As autumn turns to winter, the sky is covered with heavy snow, and the waterfall gradually freezes over, hanging upside down like a mirror. It is so beautiful that people are mesmerized.
In front of the waterfall, snowflakes are flying, and the swordsman's sword is even more sharp, and the figure is like an illusion, Sword Qi like frost.
The swords danced all over the sky, criss-crossing the heavy snow, and entered the waterfall, cutting smooth fractures. This year, I learned the sword carefully and made ordinary moves.
In the second year, spring and autumn flew by, Sword Qi glowed, and the sound of swords between heaven and earth was shocking, like thunder, making people tremble.
The birds threw themselves into the forest, and after being frightened, they immediately flew into the sky. The astonishing sword sounds became more and more harsh, the earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers shook.
In the second winter, the sound of swords gradually stopped, the winter thunder ceased, and the birds and beasts returned to their nests.
Third year...
Fourth year...
Year after year, time passes so fast, and the sword in the swordsman's hand becomes faster and faster. Gradually, it becomes unclear and indistinguishable.
In the tenth year, the swordsman's figure gradually slowed down, and his body Sword Intent was mostly slimmed down. His sword moves were erratic, as if he had forgotten what he had learned in the past ten years.
In front of the waterfall, in the sword stand next to Prince Yan, Azure Sword trembled. He felt the sword of the swordsman in front of him and asked for orders to unsheath it.
Feeling the breath of Azure Sword, Prince Yan looked over and said calmly, "Wait a little longer, it's not the time yet."
Azure Sword Hearing this, the sound of the sword gradually stopped and calmness returned.
In the thirteenth year, Zhi Ming's whole body made no sound when the sword moved. Although the sword moved, it seemed to be hidden between heaven and earth. In the entire mountains and rivers, except for the sound of waterfalls and the roars of birds and animals, there was no movement.
This year, Azure Sword roared again, but was once again suppressed by Prince Yan.
In the fifteenth year, everything is in the spring season, everything is blooming, and the waterfall crashes down, deafening.
I was surprised to see the plain clothes passing by, and with a swing of my sword, the waterfall flowed backwards and rushed straight into the nine heavens.
This year, the sword's breath lingers around the sword's body, nudging the sword's heart, but the sword's still unable to hear it.
In the eighteenth year, another three years have passed. The breath of the sword permeates the entire mountains and rivers. The swordsman seems to feel it at all. When dancing the sword, there is always a blank look in his eyes, where he cannot hear clearly and has no idea.
Not far away, Prince Yan's face gradually became condensed. A hundred years ago, he couldn't hear the sword breath because his heart was too chaotic. Now, this opportunity is before him again. Whether he can grasp it depends on his own destiny.
One year, two years, from this year onwards, Ning Chen's face became more and more confused, he forgot about the past, he concentrated on the sword, and became obsessed with the sword.
Unknowingly, another five years have passed. In the twenty-third year, the green mountains have changed, and wild beasts are galloping among the mountains, rivers and rivers, often appearing.
However, no beasts dared to approach the waterfall. The sword breath that filled the sky and the earth became stronger and stronger, like a natural barrier, blocking all beasts thousands of feet away.
"Ten years"
Prince Yan looked at the sword breath lingering around the former, and the concentration in his eyes became heavier and heavier. He had been able to feel a trace of sword breath since the fifteenth year, but after ten years, he still couldn't really hear it clearly.
Compared to A'man, his qualifications are indeed very different, but this is his only opportunity. If he misses it, his twenty-five years of hard work will be completely in vain.
Cultivation, he lacks too many talents, the only thing he is good at
The only thing he has is the sword. If he can't reach the extreme in the way of the sword, then it will be impossible for him to reach Fourth Realm in the future.
In the winter of the 28th year, Plain-clothed Figure gradually stopped in front of the waterfall, looking at the waterfall in front of him. One stop lasted the entire winter.
Not far away, Prince Yan looked at the young man in front of him quietly, sighing softly in his heart. Martial arts, swordsmanship, and talent are indispensable after all. Thirteen years have been too long.
In the distance, the sound of a wheelchair squeaking over dead branches was heard. In the drifting snow, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth appeared. She was sitting in a wheelchair, but her expression was calm and peaceful, as if Divine Maiden was in the world, unlike a woman in the world of mortals.
Beside the girl, a figure in white followed quietly. His face was delicate and scholar-like, and his aura was restrained, making it impossible for anyone to feel the aura of a warrior.
In front of the waterfall, Prince Yan felt the two people approaching from a distance, looked over and said calmly, "Wait a moment."
"Twenty-eight years have passed, and now hundreds of tribes are in chaos. The world needs your strength to frighten hundreds of tribes. I hope you will put the overall situation first."
In the wheelchair, Peacock looked at the king in front of him and said.
"Wait a moment"
Prince Yan was not moved at all and said again.
Hearing this, Peacock frowned slightly and said, "Sir, twenty-eight years have passed. You should know in your heart that this matter has long been a foregone conclusion. Please make a decision as soon as possible."
"I said, wait a moment!"
In front of the waterfall, Prince Yan had a cold look in his eyes and said in a cold voice.
The king was angry, and the wind and snow in the sky suddenly stopped, and the whole world stood still like ice.
After a while, the wind and snow drifted away again, and the world returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
Next to the wheelchair, Young Master Xiaobai reached out and patted Peacock on the shoulder, stopping him from continuing.
"Brother Yan, how much longer will it take?"
Young Master Xiaobai looked at the former and asked seriously.
Prince Yan looked over and looked at the young figure in front of the waterfall, with a hint of emotion in his eyes and said, "Three months."
"Okay"
Young Master Xiaobai nodded and said, "We will wait another three months."
In the wheelchair, Peacock also turned his gaze and stared quietly at the figure in front of the waterfall. There was no prejudice or admiration in his beautiful eyes.
She already knew enough about this person. He broke through obstacles one after another with his mortal qualifications and stood at the pinnacle of the human world. Such a will is indeed something that few people can match.
She gave him enough respect, but that didn't mean she recognized him.
Talent, hard work and achievements are often not equal. If he does not step into the Fourth Realm, he will not be qualified to stand still in this chaotic world of hundreds of races. Although it is cruel, this is the reality.
In front of the waterfall, Young Master Xiaobai stepped forward, stood beside the king, looked ahead, and said, "Is this person so important to you?"
Prince Yan didn't speak, but his silent attitude said everything.
"Brother Yan, you should know that today hundreds of tribes are in chaos, strong men emerge in large numbers, and every moment of delay makes the chaos more serious. Compared with the world, one person's gains and losses, sometimes, are really no longer important." Young Master Xiaobai said sternly.
Prince Yan looked away, looked at the people around him, and said calmly, "I don't know how the people in the world are doing. The reason why I promised to help you is because you helped the world. However, there are exceptions in everything, and this person is the exception. Compared with him, the safety of the people in the world is not worth mentioning!"
(End of chapter)