join in...
Sword Pavilion!?
Lin Xuan's suggestion was something Dongfang Ji had never considered.
He couldn't help but feel somewhat taken aback.
But what shocked them even more was hearing Lin Xuan admit his identity.
Following Lin Xuan's gaze, he also looked at Lin Zhiruo, who was playing freely not far from them, and his expression became even more complicated.
Lin Zhiruo...
If even the Grand Steward could recognize that figure from behind, how could he not?
Back then, the Grand Steward only observed from afar, but he Zhenzhen felt that Sword Intent.
Although I dare not look directly at the sword immortal's face, his aura cannot lie.
He would never forget that feeling for the rest of his life.
He never expected that the sword immortal would turn out like this.
He never expected that the sword immortal who had brought him and the Mingli Divine Dynasty so much fear in the past would actually be a member of the Lin Lineage.
But he didn't answer Lin Xuan immediately. Instead, he gazed at Lin Zhiruo and asked softly, "Is there a way to heal this senior's injuries?"
Lin Xuan also looked at Lin Zhiruo and sighed softly with a hint of helplessness.
"I think there probably is."
"Our ancestor suffered a spiritual injury; if we possess a large number of spiritual treasures, it should be possible to heal him."
Is that so...
Dongfang Ji nodded slowly and said, "My Taiyu Divine Dynasty's treasury doesn't have many treasures related to soul healing, but it does have some. Later, I'll have the chief steward take you to retrieve them..."
After a pause, he added, "I must guard the Taiyu Divine Dynasty and cannot leave. These treasures are my way of contributing to the Pavilion."
Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan chuckled and nodded to Dongfang Ji.
"Then I thank the Supreme Elder in advance."
Some things don't need to be said; they're already understood.
From the moment Dongfang Ji showed concern for Lin Zhiruo's injuries and offered to donate treasures from the national treasury, and repeatedly referred to her as "from the Pavilion," it was clear that he had tacitly agreed to join the Sword Pavilion.
Now that we've joined the Sword Pavilion, we're all on the same side.
Dongfang Ji no longer concealed his curiosity and looked at the Vast Sea Saint King, a man who felt a slight sense of familiarity to him.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "To be honest, I didn't know this gentleman was...?"
No matter how he looked at it, the face of the man in red in front of him seemed somewhat familiar.
But then I thought of the person who appeared in my mind...
Dongfang Ji was no longer sure.
That can't be...
How could it be that person?
But it looks too much like it...
Hearing Dongfang Ji bring up his own position, the Vast Sea Saint King chuckled and said, "You and I are both Supreme Elders of the Sword Pavilion."
You may call me Gu Hao, but the world has always referred to me as... the Vast Sea Saint King!
What!?
This time, Dongfang Ji was truly shocked.
He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his gaze glazed over, as if trying to confirm something, but instinctively shook his head.
"No, that's impossible, he clearly already..."
"I have indeed died once." The Vast Sea Saint King sighed softly, then smiled again. "I have to thank the Pavilion Master for this. If it weren't for the Pavilion Master saving my soul and bringing me back to life, I would have truly perished by now, my soul and spirit annihilated."
Resurrection!?
Dongfang Ji shifted his shocked gaze to Lin Xuan.
His throat tightened slightly, and for a moment, he couldn't utter a single word.
He never imagined that this young man in red was actually the legendary Vast Sea Saint King!
Even after being resurrected...
The flames of life on the other party are burning fiercely, and their vitality is vigorous. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, they will definitely be able to create another frenzy in the Eastern Continent.
He could almost foresee the day when people would once again be suppressed by the Vast Sea Saint King.
No...
more than.
Dongfang Ji gently closed his eyes, withdrawing his gaze from Lin Xuan, feeling a turmoil in his heart.
At that moment, he suddenly realized that joining the Sword Pavilion might not just be a matter of personal fortuitous opportunity...
As news of Dongfang Muxue becoming the successor spread throughout the entire Taiyu Divine Dynasty, the name of the Sword Pavilion also entered everyone's field of vision.
Intelligence agents from all major factions were mobilized.
Countless intelligence messages, like snowflakes, flew in all directions.
At the very center lies the Taiyu Divine Dynasty.
This vortex finally began to spread outwards, step by step, spreading throughout the entire Eastern Continent.
Almost everyone learned about the upheaval in the Taiyu Divine Dynasty one after another.
The conflict between the Eldest Imperial Prince and the princess.
The Sixteen Princes' Mansions Mansion Competition.
The Mingli Divine Dynasty are attacking.
The imperial city of the Taiyu Divine Dynasty suffered disaster, and so on...
They also learned that the person who saved the entire Taiyu Divine Dynasty and intervened several times within the Taiyu Divine Dynasty to change the course of this event was the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion.
Beside him stood a great Great Saint.
Clad in crimson robes and wielding blood-stained halberds, their strength could uproot mountains and rivers.
As the rumors continued to spread, they became increasingly chaotic.
Some say that Sword Pavilion has an extraordinary history and has existed for tens of thousands of years.
Some say that the Sword Pavilion is a rising star with great strength, and that one day it will surpass all the major powers in the Eastern Continent.
But no matter what, the stories passed down were all incredibly fantastical.
Beneath the murky surface of this sea, no one knew that the God Lord of the Taiyu Divine Dynasty had resolutely joined the Sword Pavilion.
No one knew that Dongfang Ji became the Supreme Elder of the Sword Pavilion, and the Taiyu Divine Dynasty was subsequently brought under the complete protection of the Sword Pavilion.
at the same time.
call--
call...
His panting, tinged with the smell of Blood Qi, came in fits and starts.
A young man dressed in black robes swiftly traversed the cold, rugged mountains.
He clutched his chest tightly with one hand, and a trail of blood ran behind him, staining a large patch of snow red.
This is a snow-covered mountain that has never seen flowers bloom since ancient times.
This place is perpetually cold.
The ground was covered with nothing but snowflakes and frozen ground that wouldn't melt.
Under the vast, dark sky, there were only snow-capped mountains and the glaring bloodstains scattered on the snow.
The black-robed youth's aura was still quite strong, but as his Spiritual Power was depleted, his speed gradually slowed down.
The aura behind him grew increasingly powerful, causing the expression on the black-robed youth, Youying, to become even more bitter.
The Youying smiled bitterly.
He genuinely didn't understand.
I'm either being chased or on my way to be chased!
Why is he so unlucky?
Since arriving in the Eastern Continent, he has been unable to contact the Pavilion Master, and the Sword Pavilion's jade token was broken. He has stumbled along the way, causing a lot of trouble.
Sometimes, he doesn't want to cause trouble, but trouble just keeps chasing him, practically crashing into him.
This time was no exception.
However, what's unusual is that this time he's gotten himself into serious trouble, and if no miracle occurs, he might be in mortal danger...
The wind behind him grew increasingly fierce. The Youying swallowed the blood in its throat, about to accelerate, when it caught something out of the corner of its eye. In an instant, the Youying rolled away on the spot.
The next moment, a long sword suddenly plunged into the spot where he had just been standing.
The longsword trembled slightly, exuding a fierce and bloodthirsty Blood Qi. A figure followed closely behind, blocking his path.
The man exuded a terrifying aura, sneered, raised his hand to grab the longsword, and pointed it directly at the disheveled Youying. His ferocious face revealed undisguised pleasure.
"You little thief, we've finally caught you!" "You killed someone from my Yunlai Sect and still think you can escape? Hmph! Hand over the Linglong Fruit now, and we might spare your corpse!"