An Omen Appears in the Sky

Outside Tianfu City.

A dilapidated, abandoned temple.

The place had been desolate, silent and overgrown with weeds, with not a soul to be seen for days at a time. Now, it was packed with people.

They had split into two camps and were confronting each other.

On one side were the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom, led by the Eighth Prince. Clad in elite armor and armed with spears, they stood ready for battle.

Waves of murderous intent made the surrounding air grow colder.

On the other side were people of the jianghu, led by a young man in white.

Their clothes varied, and the weapons in their hands came in all manner of strange shapes, but they too stood ready, staring coldly ahead.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

"This really is quite a show!"

From hiding, Sikong Ye looked at the frowning Jun Jingyi beside him, then chuckled at the scene before them.

"Well? Did this catch you a little off guard?"

Sikong Ye chuckled.

"Hmm... it did!"

Jun Jingyi was somewhat surprised.

He really had not expected the jianghu experts, who should have been a heap of loose sand, to gather together in an organized group.

The Azure Dragon Hall was even willing to hand the Dragon Slaying Saber over to the Snow Mountain Sect in exchange for protection.

His original plan had been for the Eighth Prince to get both the saber and the sword at this point.

Only afterward would his real plan begin.

But now...

"Hmm... it's not so bad, I suppose!"

Jun Jingyi thought it over, then spoke calmly. Looking at Sikong Ye beside him, he asked, "You brought the thing, right?"

"Uh..."

Sikong Ye looked down at the oddly shaped transparent crystal in his hand. He could not figure out what this guy was trying to do.

Show off his wealth?

Other than that, he really did not know what use this thing could have, apart from looking pretty and breaking at a touch.

Jun Jingyi merely smiled and said nothing. Calmly, he took out two bronze mirrors.

He was going to show the people of this feudal age what science was!

"Your Eighth Highness!"

The young man in white at the head of the jianghu crowd frowned as he looked at the Eighth Prince.

To be honest, although he was a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect,

although the Yan Kingdom no longer exerted quite so much pressure on the jianghu these days,

and although the Eighth Prince did not represent the entire court of the Yan Kingdom,

he still did not want to openly clash with him.

Whether he was afraid was one thing, but attacking him head-on would be a challenge to imperial authority.

A centipede might die, but it would not fall stiff!

What was more, Great Yan was not dead yet. It was only sick beyond cure, and it still possessed considerable strength.

But then he looked at the precious saber in his hand.

The legendary Dragon Slaying Saber!

He did not want to give it up, either.

After all, regardless of whether it could truly command the heroes of the world, it was undoubtedly a divine weapon with a deadly edge.

Something like this was simply too tempting for people of the jianghu like them!

"Cut the crap. Hand over the precious saber, or be killed without mercy!"

The Eighth Prince narrowed his eyes.

Wave after wave of killing intent burst forth.

This trash that lived in the shadows...

People of the jianghu? They were nothing but a bunch of trash hiding beyond the court's gaze, fit only to eke out their lives in the gutter.

Before this, they had dared to kill and wound so many of his guards.

And now they dared to oppose him!

They were courting death!

The young man in white frowned slightly.

The Eighth Prince's attitude really annoyed him!

But...

This guy was royalty, after all-the Eighth Prince...

He looked down at the precious saber in his hand.

Should I hand it over?

He pondered!

Suddenly, two dazzling beams of light shot down from the sky, converging into a spot of light on the Dragon-Slaying Precious Saber's hilt.

At the same time, when he looked up, he saw the same thing on the Heaven Reliant Sword in the Eighth Prince's hand.

Before he could react,

"Hiss! Look, what's that in the sky?"

"Immortal light! An omen has descended from the heavens!"

"It's an immortal! An immortal has descended!"

"It's multicolored! It's the Immortal Bridge!"

Cries of astonishment rang out all around.

The young man in white looked up and froze as well.

High in the sky was a faint seven-colored glow, like the omen that accompanied an immortal's descent into the mortal world in myths and legends.

"This is..."

The young man abruptly looked down at the spot of light on the precious saber in his hand.

Then he looked at the spot of light on the Heaven Reliant Sword in the Eighth Prince's hand.

"This..."

"An omen has appeared in the sky!"

In an instant, all the recent legends about the Dragon-Slaying Precious Saber and the Heaven Reliant Sword appeared in his mind.

Supreme in the martial world, the precious saber slays dragons; command all under heaven, and who would dare disobey?

When Heaven Reliant does not appear, who can contend against it!

"Hiss... could this be heaven's will?"

"Is this the reason these two divine weapons can command all under heaven?"

"Because obtaining a divine weapon means obtaining the divine will of the heavens?"

Many thoughts ran through his mind.

Since ancient times, the beginning of every dynasty had been steeped in myth.

Take Great Yan's founding ancestor, for example.

It was said that when he was born, golden light flowed across the sky, a golden dragon roared, and a heavenly star descended.

Later, with a saber in his hand, he...

"A saber!"

The young man in white suddenly widened his eyes.

His face flushed red, and his breathing quickened considerably.

At the same time,

the Eighth Prince before him knew more, and evidently thought of more-and believed it all the more firmly.

For a moment, the hand gripping the Heaven Reliant Sword kept turning white.

It was a sign of how hard he was gripping it!

It was as though he could already see the throne right in front of him.

As for whether this was a lie, he no longer considered it.

The omen in the sky was the best proof.

How could mortals cause an omen to appear in the sky?

It was simply impossible.

So there was only one explanation: the legend of these divine weapons was true... supreme in the martial world, commanding all under heaven!

"Whew..."

The Eighth Prince took a deep breath and stared coldly at the many jianghu people before him.

He could not be bothered to waste another word.

He bellowed, "Kill them! Leave none alive!"

"Rumble!"

The soldiers moved as one, their killing intent shaking the heavens.

The young man in white turned pale, but then gritted his teeth hard.

"We'll fight! Fortune is found in danger. Perhaps..."

The young man in white bellowed as well, "Everyone, the omen has shown itself! Follow me and fight for a life of wealth and honor!"

The eyes of the assembled jianghu experts turned crimson.

Before, they might have been afraid. Attacking a prince was no different from rebellion.

But now...

To hell with that! Even the immortals had approved, so what more was there to say?

No matter how powerful the emperor was, could he be more powerful than an immortal?

At once, they all surged forward.

A brutal slaughter erupted in an instant.

The stench of blood could be smelled from far away.

Broken walls and wreckage littered the scene, along with countless corpses!

In the shadows.

Sikong Ye had no time to pay attention to any of that.

As if he had seen a ghost, he stared at Jun Jingyi and the transparent crystal in his hand.

He had seen it all clearly just now.

That multicolored Immortal Bridge in the sky-the bridge immortals were said to walk when descending to the mortal world-had actually been created just like that, by this guy's hand?