First and mortal of the Sword. Chapter one dashed the Howl of Morning a
funerary hall. A bronze coffin lay in the center of the room, its
surface engraved with all manner of birds, beasts, insects, and fish,
as well as the boundless and ancient patterns of the sun, moon and stars.
A young woman, clad in pristine white silk to beautifil for this world,
knelt before the coffin. Outside the Howl of Mourning was a world like
a hidden realm, reminiscent of the pure lands of the Western Paradise. Terrifying
figures like heavenly gods and Buddhists were engaged in vicious slaughter. Furious howls filled
the air, Divine blood fell like rain. Yet the interior of the Howl
of Mourning was utterly silent. From beginning to end. The young woman knelt
with her head to the ground. Her expression neither saw a face nor joyful.
She was utterly calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion. Ha,
So this is what it's like after you die. Su Ye smiled, but
his eyes were utterly cold. Only when his gaze landed on the young woman
did his eyes reveal a nigh indiscernible hint of gentleness. In life, He'd
once roamed the surrounding void, visiting its various divinities. His sword had suppressed
the starry sky, and he'd arbitrated an entire great realm. He'd once conquered
the world, becoming the absolute hegemen of his era. He'd once been honored
as the nine Provinces of wilde's Ie and only master of ten thousand dolls in
the eyes of the nine provinces expert sword masters. He was a peerless expert
in the way of the blade, the sword master of abstruse force. But
when word of his death spread, everything changed ha Baha, smelting fade and
refining the Grand Dao. From now on, Suzuandun's Heaven's melting furnace belongs to
me. A burst of laughter rang out from the hidden world, beyond the
howl of morning. The sound carried both delight and pleasure. Sue Ye glanced
over. It was a golden winged great peg, its wings so massive they
were like clouds, blotting out the skies. Its feathers had a dazzling sheen,
as if they were drenched in golden sap. Its unmatched radiance spread through
the skies, the sheer majesty flattening the mountains and rivers. On one side,
it clutched a bright, fiery red caldron in its enormous, heaven rending
claws. Even that little sparrows betrayed me. Now, sue Ye sighed in
lament. He vividly remembered that eighty thousand years ago, the golden winged great
Peg had knelt outside his mountain g eight count, owing for ten days and
ten nights, all for the sake of serving beneath him and hearing his insights
into the doo. Out of consideration for its sincerity, he'd allowed the bird
to cultivate by his side. Yet now here it was calling him directly by
name and stealing his heaven's melting furnace. A blatant traitor, souzouandwan owes my
levertating sword Hall eight hundred and ninety three lives. Moreover, he stole our
sect's highest inheritance, the Ten Directions Sword Sutra. To day, we're here
to reclaim what's rightfully ours, and we'll kill any one who stands in our
way. Thunder rumbled beneath the dome of Heaven, a Taoist clad in red
robs howled with harrowing, murderous intent. Su Ye was stunned. The Levertating
Sword Hall had once been a small, unknown sect. Its patriarch was but
one of his thirty six disciples in name. And it was precisely because he'd
relied upon Suzuanjin's prestige and protection that the Levitating Sord Hall gradually rose to prominence
and became one of the wild nine Provinces six great Taoist sects, shaking the
entire world. Yet now the Levitating Sword Hall was here too. What owing
them eight hundred and ninety three lives that was pure an adult rated nonsense.
And don't even mention the Ten Directions Sword Sutra. He'd bequeathed it upon the
Levitating Sword Hall's patriarch personally clearly, upon hearing word of his death, the
Levitating Sword Hall had casually come up with an excuse to rate his possessions.
All that talk of debts was nothing but a pretense. Public morality has degenerated,
That's all there is to it. He couldn't help but shake his head,
despite himself his heart sank. In all his years of life, he'd
never once mistreated those close to him. Amidst the bloody rain, a grand
procession of divinities shouted, listen up, all of us once revered Suzuanjen as
the master of ten thousand dolls. Today, so long as there is breath
in our bodies, we won't allow you to exploit his misfortune and seize his
possessions. Nonsense. You make it sound so righteous, But aren't you here
to fight for old thief SU's treasures too? How freaking hypocritical? Some people
laughed coldly. Others responded with mockery. What's that you've got in your hands?
Immortal ivy, the illustrious scepter, the nine lanterns of the Dragon God,
the glazed jade flask. Which of them isn't one of the peerless magic
treasures Suzuand when left behind, if you're so sincere, why not place them
into his coffin to accompany him to the grave. Numerous terrifying figures burst into
cold laughter. Heaven and Earth were in turmoil, and the battle raged on.
The combatants were all peak level experts, major powers of the Wild's nine
provinces. The sight of them fighting and killing each other was too terrifying for
words, but in Souye's eyes, it was ludicrous, even comical. These
scoundrels. During his life, they had been blindly subservient, reverent, and
respectful. Yet they turned around and acted like this the moment they found out
he was dead. Everything really is different after you die. Sou Ye looked
away, then fixed his gaze on the girl kneeling before his coffin. His
expression softened, at least, ing Tang is still here. Ching Tang had
cultivated by his side since she was thirteen years old. Eighteen thousand, nine
hundred years had passed since then. Within the wild Nine Provinces, she was
known as Empress ching Tang. In the eyes of outsiders, she was a
lofty figure, an empress who reigned over all nations. Her prestige and authority
suppressed the Nine Provinces, and even others of her cultivation held her in law.
But to su Ye, she'd always been like a little girl. When
she wasn't cultivating, she served at his side. Her demeanor gentle and humble,
junior apprentice's sister. You've already stood vigil over master's coffin for seven days.
If we don't leave now, we won't be able to hold out much
longer. Suddenly, a stalwart figure entered the howl of mourning. His white
warrior robes were tattered and stained with blood. He'd just emerged from fears brutal
combat, and every inch of him emanated terrifying power. Pimo the head of
Suyi's nine closed Door disciples. His title was War Emperor Paimo, and he'd
cultivated alongside Suyif for thirty nine thousand years. Chung Teng, who'd been kneeling
before the coffin this entire time, gradually rose. Senior Apprentice brother. She
said her told cold and aloof before he passed. Master told us his nine
inheritors to set out on our own. So tell me, why have you
returned? Paimo's brow furrowed slightly, and he said, with an air of
awe inspiring righteousness, How could I just stand back and watch our enemies and
those traitors destroy everything Master left behind? Besides Junior Apprentice's sister, you've yet
to leave. You're still here, standing vigil as your senior brother. How
could I possibly leave you? Ching Tank turned around. Her beautiful eyes were
as cold and sharp as a knife. As she stared pi Mo down.
Things have already progressed this far, but you still aren't willing to tell the
truth. Pimo's pupils constracted, Junior Apprentist's sister, what do you mean by
that? What do I mean? A mocking smile tugged at ching Tag's lips.
Others might not know, but to me, it's clear as day.
You've always been fixated on Master's Sword of the Nine Hells. Pimo's expression shifted
slightly. After a brief silence, he grinned, his expression cold and dark.
Junior Apprentist's sister, are you telling me you aren't standing vigil over Master's
coffin for the sake of that blade? Ching Tag didn't deny it. Her
fair, untinted features and peerlessly beautiful face were as tranquil as ever. Senior
apprentice brother, you're wrong. I'm not just staying here on account of the
Sword of the Nine Hells? What else do you want? Pim couldn't help
but ask. Ching Tank glanced outside the howl of morning and watched the Devil's
and Divinity's brutal slaughter. When she spoke, it was without the slightest ripple
of surprise what Master left behind? I want it all. Every word was
common, casual, But as she made this final declaration, Chin Tank's slender,
beautiful figure gained an imposing, majestic air. You want it all.
Pi MoU froze at first, but soon he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He jeered, I never would have guessed that of Master's nine inheritors,
the one with the biggest appetite would be you, the youngest junior apprentice's sister.
If Master were alive to see this, I'm afraid he'd be shocked too.
He never would have guessed his most beloved, trusted Chin Tang was actually
so greedy in truth, so Ye had been an attached to observer this entire
time. He didn't care about the golden winged Great Peg or the leavitating sword
Hall's betrayal. He didn't care even when his greatest enemies fought their way to
his door. But when he learned that his most highly regarded inheritor Pimo and
most treasured beloved Chin Tang were each conspiring and scheming against him, he was
silent. It was just a bit of treasure, yet it was enough to
turn the two apprentices against each other. Alas Clang suddenly Chin Tang attacked with
a single swing of her sword. She left Pimo gravely wounded. His injury
he's left him a hair's breadth from dying. He seized his last chance at
survival and fled the howl of morning. But as he did, he cried
out in a mix of shock, fury, and panic. Who'd have thought,
you witch? You sure hid your true self awfully deep. He never
would have guessed that his junior apprentice sister's cultivation was far more terrifying than he'd
imagined. So Ye was surprised too, so that girl actually broke through a
long time ago. Pi Mo didn't linger. He fled as quickly as he
could, Ching Tag didn't pursue him. She stood alone before the bronze coffin
the hint of a sneer at her lips, muttering how much would Master's heart
ache if he knew that his eldest disciple was the first to collude with the
six Great Taoist sects. Then there's third apprentice brother oh Yao, although he
never got mixed up in this. When he left, he stole the abstruse
Primordial God Mirror. This treasury alone is enough to boost him to the Imperial
Realm. Unfortunately, Master has already passed on. He will never know any
of this. Ching Tank sighed lightly, but Suyi's expression gradually darkened. Only
now did he learn that his most trusted, eldest disciple had initiated this betrayal,
effectively inviting wolves into his home. Only now did he learn that his
third disciple, oh Yao, had pilfered the treasure that controlled this entire hidden
realm, the abstruse Primordial God Mirror. No wonder, those traitors and his
enemies had slaughtered their way into his territory with such eese. When this thought
occurred to him, su Ye was both furious and melancholy. It was then
that Ching Tank suddenly walked out of the howl of mourning. Hersilouetwid slender and
graceful, and she seemed detached from worldly affairs. A pair of beautiful yet
cold eyes swept across heaven and earth. Her icy voice rang out. From
this day forth, I Ching Tang shall reign supreme over the wilds bush.
A vast whirlwind of sort intent swept forth, covering heaven and earth. The
misty green sword intent swept out like a divine executioner's blade, easily slaughtering one
terrifying figure after another. In but an instant, Heaven and Earth were like
a canvas painted entirely in divine blood. The remaining terrifying existences were, without
exception astonished. They fell to Chiok horse through them, as if they had
plunged into an icy abyss, Submit or die. Her tone was indifferent,
but in this blood soaked land, her every word spread far and wide.
We are willing to serve Empress. We hereby proclaim you our sovereign. Beneath
ching Tang's intimidating grandeur, the surviving experts and divinities all lowered their heads.
That girl sue Ye's eyes narrowed slightly. He couldn't stay calm. He never
would have guessed that Ching Tang's cultivation had already reached such a level as her
master. He ought to have been gratified, but now all he felt was
an unspeakable loneliness and desolation. At a time like this, there was no
way he'd misunderstand what was happening. His youngest and most beloved disciple had been
keeping secrets from him all these years. Shortly after, Ching Tank turned and
walked back into the howl of morning. Her gaze returned to the bronze coffin.
She bowed and offered her respects, then said, calmly, Venerable Master,
your disciple, Ching Tang has kept vigil beside your coffin for seven days,
and I helped you suppress your enemies and those traitors. In doing so,
I have completed our bond as master and disciple. From this day forth,
I shall be the sole inheritor of all you have left behind. As
she spoke, she strode forward, her hands pressed against the bronze coffin,
and she whispered, the Sword of the Nine Hells cannot simply accompany you to
the grave. Once I have grasped its mysteries, I shall naturally return it
to you, Venerable Master, don't blame me for disrupting your arrest. Bang.
The coffin's lid opened. However, the moment it did, Ching Tang
lost for ever present calm composure. Her expression changed in a rare display of
emotion. How is this The bronze coffin was complete empty, Never mind the
Sword of the nine hells, even her master's remains were missing. Su Yi
watched this entire scene play out, and his fury seemed to set his pupils
ablaze. Yes, he'd prepared for this possibility from the moment he decided to
reincarnate and cultivate Anew. His inner fury was nevertheless difficult to repress, but
gradually the fiery rage in su Ye's eyes abated. In the end, nothing
remained but endless indifference. And I see cold. I hope you wretches are
still alive and well when I return. Then su Yi's imperceptible, ethereal figure
disappeared into the void, vanishing completely. In the one hundred and eight thousandth
calendar year of the Wild's history, the supreme ruler of the Wild's nine provinces,
the sword Master of Abstruse Force, Suzwanjen, passed away. His death
shook the entire Wilds. Seven days later, the disciple of the sword Master
of Abstruse Force, Empress Ching Tang, swept across all four directions heaven and
Earth. She suppressed all the deities of the divine continent and declared herself supreme
ruler of the world. Five hundred years later the Great Zoo Empire, cloud
Driver Prefecture, Gwangling City. It was evening and the sunset was like fire.
Outside of Pinnacloud's sword Manor, sue Ye stood alone, far away from
every one else, waiting for his little sister in law when ling Zu to
get out of class