Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 5658 The Gravestone of Qishen

“Since you don’t want to cross, then don’t even think about it.”

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Jian Wushuang and the others were his backup plan. Whether they succeeded or not, they could give him something to think about.

As for the others, he couldn’t manage that much; he could only fight!

They couldn’t afford to drag this out any longer.

Otherwise, if they gave Mie Sheng too much time, trouble would inevitably arise.

With a swoosh, Zhen Ling waved his hand, directly healing all the injuries on everyone’s bodies.

This was tapping into the Origin Source of the Qishen Temple.

Even Jian Wushuang’s aura recovered, but he couldn’t restore the power of the Starry Sky.

At least Jian Wushuang needed half an hour of rest to completely recover the power of the Starry Sky and unleash his strongest abilities.

“Now that Mie Sheng’s avatar has disappeared, you shall continue to cultivate here. This time, I will personally protect you until we journey together to the heavens!” Zhen Ling said solemnly.

The group was pleasantly surprised and thanked him one after another before returning to their cultivation.

However, Jian Wushuang understood Zhen Ling’s intentions; this was to prevent these people from leaking information about Mie Sheng, essentially protecting him in a roundabout way.

For this, Jian Wushuang naturally felt grateful.

It was obvious that Mie Sheng had come for him. If this matter were known by other Inheritors, and if he couldn’t handle it and forced Zhen Ling, it might lead to Zhen Ling handing him over to Mie Sheng.

That would be troublesome.

Although Zhen Ling could easily suppress others, losing his authority would be disastrous.

Credibility was paramount.

Sitting cross-legged around the golden bones, everyone once again worked on enhancing their divine bodies.

Without the cover of the cave, they were all quite far apart this time.

Jian Wushuang was no exception.

Although Jian Wushuang’s divine body had reached 80,000-fold, he still couldn’t get close.

He had intended to ask Zhen Ling about Dong Jun’s matter, but then he realized that if Zhen Ling asked him why he knew about Dong Jun, it wouldn’t be good.

Some things were better left unsaid.

So, Jian Wushuang diligently continued his cultivation.

After this battle, everyone’s perception of Jian Wushuang had also changed.

Although they knew that Mie Sheng had come for him.

But when they looked at Jian Wushuang, there was no resentment; their eyes held more jealousy.

Especially Fan Feng and Gu Qianluo.

Though they didn’t dare to provoke Jian Wushuang openly, deep down, jealousy brewed within them.

Especially Fan Feng, who harbored jealousy towards Jian Wushuang since their clash with Emperor Jueyun, leading to the subsequent discord among sisters.

It was all because of her narrow-mindedness.

Such people were the most dangerous.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

It was time to set out.

On this day, everyone stopped their cultivation.

Because Zhen Ling had already set up a teleportation array here to transport them directly to the God’s Tomb, and from there, they would proceed to the Heavenly Realm together.

After the ten individuals entered the teleportation array, Zhen Ling remained unhurried.

Under Zhu Qi’s gaze, he effortlessly collected Dong Jun’s golden skeleton into his mustard seed.

“Cough, Zhu Qi, tell your master for me, I’ve taken the Mountain Forest Secret Realm too!” Without waiting for Zhu Qi’s reply, he jumped into the teleportation array.

The next moment, the array erupted with a dazzling light, instantly carrying the entire Mountain Forest Secret Realm into God’s Tomb.

No wonder they were to go to the God’s Tomb first before proceeding to the Heavenly Realm.

Turns out, it was for this Mountain Forest Secret Realm.

Jian Wushuang was fine with it; he had grown accustomed to such things.

After all, the Demon Sound Mountain was obtained in a similar fashion.

Though others were surprised, faced with Zhen Ling, they dared not show disrespect.

“Come with me to the tombstone!” Zhen Ling beckoned, leading everyone from the peak of the Grave God Mountain into a passageway.

Everything went black before their eyes.

When they reappeared, they found themselves in a massive Dao Arena.

“This is the Qishen Temple, where the tombstone is located. Originally, it was supposed to be opened soon, but since the tombstone has not been excavated yet, it will have to be delayed for some time,” Zhen Ling explained as they walked.

Leading everyone to the core of the temple, beneath the manifestation Dao Image of Qishen.

Jian Wushuang and the others looked up at Qishen.

Jian Wushuang was already familiar with the appearance of Qishen.

He had touched even the physical body countless times, so he remained calm, showing no surprise.

Others, however, reacted differently.

Tongtian Buddha and Zhen Wuyang immediately bowed in reverence upon seeing such a powerful manifestation, then lowered their heads, not daring to meet the gaze.

Wanyan and Dongsheng, too, displayed a similar demeanor after their initial shock – a devout appearance.

On the other hand, among the younger generation, each displayed a demeanor of self-assuredness, assessing the situation directly.

Zhen Ling went to the place where incense burners were placed and lit a few sticks for himself.

Fan Feng, the leader of the 18 Divine Generals, knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face, yet he dared not make a sound, fearing to disturb the tranquility of the place.

The 3 great Divine Masters!

The 18 Divine Generals!

108 Envoys!

The Divine Masters, all Six Tribulation realm experts, were terrifyingly powerful.

The Divine Generals, like the Envoys, were at the supreme-peak.

But among the Divine Generals, each were Ultimate Emperors.

They were the closest to Qishen, treated by him as children.

Seeing the sorrow in the eyes of these Divine Generals at the manifestation of Qishen, Jian Wushuang’s opinion of Fan Feng softened a bit.

After lighting several incense sticks, Zhen Ling casually inserted them into the censer.

Seeing Fan Feng kneeling on the ground, a hint of gentleness crossed his face.

“Rise, child,” Zhen Ling said.

Fan Feng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and respectfully stood up.

Then, Zhen Ling turned to glance at the others, hands behind his back, and began, “Once, a great being predicted the future for the Rising Hall, saying that a peerless powerhouse would emerge, but the cost of this appearance would be the withering of countless bones!”

“In the past, I firmly believed it. But seeing all of you now, I have changed my perspective. I believe that each of you has the opportunity to become that peerless powerhouse!”

Zhen Ling’s sincerity resonated, and the eyes of the crowd glimmered with longing.

Who wouldn’t want to become a peerless powerhouse?

As for the withering of countless bones, it wouldn’t be their own bones that withered.

“Here, I wish you all the best, rapid advancement in your cultivation realms, and an early return to the Qishen Temple, to your homeland, to save the temporal river!” Zhen Ling waved his hand, summoning a jug of wine.

Before everyone, a bowl appeared.

The wine flew into the bowls on its own.

Everyone took their bowls, their eyes filled with anticipation as they looked at Zhen Ling.

“Cheers!” Zhen Ling lifted the jug directly and took a gulp.

Without hesitation, everyone followed suit and drank it all.

Jian Wushuang grimaced, finding the wine unbearably spicy, offering no help to his divine body, but instead making him dizzy.

Clearly, it wasn’t good wine.

Even for a farewell drink, couldn’t Zhen Ling bring out something better?

Just as Jian Wushuang was grumbling inwardly, a mirror-like image appeared in his mind, followed by his body returning to normal.

In the mirror, the visage of Zhen Ling appeared!