Legend of Swordsman

The young master in black armor spoke coldly, “You go first!”

The ritual had already begun, and these red-robed attendants were of no use now. Staying here would only expose their identities.

They were all strong cultivators from different sects, brought here specifically for this blood sacrifice. Normally, they wouldn’t have met.

Except for him, no one knew their true identities.

“Yes!” Several red-robed attendants respectfully obeyed.

A small formation rose, and the attendants entered it, instantly transported billions of miles away, their presence disappearing in an instant.

Now, only the young master remained in the valley.

Inside the altar, the scene was chaotic, with only some skeletons remaining.

From the altar, a faint origin source rose—or rather, a force never seen before, encompassing all things in the universe.

Unfortunately, it was too little.

The power was mediocre, only comparable to a regular Emperor’s origin source.

Grabbing this origin source, the young master in black armor revealed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Unable to restrain himself, he growled, “Old guy, this isn’t the last time, why isn’t it enough yet?”

A surprising scene unfolded as a wisp of soul flew out from the young master in black armor, lingering in the air.

“It’s not my fault. The participants in this sacrifice were too weak. If it were a tier 4 Emperor, one would be sufficient,” the soul complained with a hint of grievance.

The young master in black armor, however, wore a disgusted expression. He snatched the faint origin source from his hand and threw it to the soul. “You dare say that! If a tier 4 Emperor comes, we’re all done for.”

The soul, however, smiled and flattered, “How could that be? With your current strength, can’t you fight or even escape?”

“Hmph, speaking too easily!” The young master in black armor couldn’t be bothered to argue further. He continued, “Hurry up and come in. Someone is

rushing towards us, and their strength is not weak.”

“Oh?” The soul, upon hearing this, revealed a meaningful expression.

“Not weak means we can fight, maybe even kill.”

Seeing through the intentions, the young master in black armor sighed, “It’s not just anyone; it’s someone we know. Let’s go!”

Upon hearing this, the soul didn’t dare say more, reentering the body of the young master in black armor.

Swish!

A black-robed monk, with incredible speed, arrived at the valley instantly after the young master in black armor left.

Staring at the blood-colored altar on the ground, the black-robed monk’s face showed anger.

The wide sleeves swayed as a 12 or 13-year-old girl clung to his thigh, unable to look at the blood-colored altar.

When he looked down at the young girl, a smile appeared on the monks face.

There was a time, long ago, when he had experienced a similar situation. Someone had given him a smile, reassuring him.

“Brother!” The raggedly dressed little girl, with clear and bright eyes, looked uneasy as she gazed at the blood-colored altar.

The surrounding air tore through the heavens and the earth, making it impossible for ordinary people to linger in this place.

The monk shook his head, waved his hand, and dispelled the bloody aura of this space, leaving only a bare altar with congealed blood on top.

Descending slowly, as soon as they touched the ground, the little girl rushed towards the platform.

She could sense that her brother seemed to have been here.

Thud.

Tripped by something unknown, the little girl propped herself up with her hands, struggling to stand. She looked back at the raised area behind her. The monk stood aside without hindrance. With his distinguished identity and strength, he could see at a glance the girl’s past and potential future.

Although she had once lived in poverty, her radiance was undeniable.

The future, however, seemed murky. Even if he were to take in this little girl, her destiny remained uncertain.

He closed his eyes slightly, and in an instant, countless pairs of eyes were fixed on this scene.

The sacrifices here had destroyed countless lives, triggering such a profound karmic force. Yet, he couldn’t discern who was performing these rituals.

When he reopened his eyes and looked at the little girl, there was a hint of pity in his gaze. The little girl was just a miniature reflection of countless pairs of eyes, and at the same time, many others shared her fate.

Unafraid of karma, he was evidently a cultivator of the demonic path.

At some point, a puppet appeared in the hands of the little girl, with crooked characters written on it.

It was something left behind by her brother before he died.

“Younger sister, live well!”

This was what he had left behind with all his strength before his death, and for some reason, it had miraculously remained intact.

If the young master knew about it, he would surely be surprised!

Perhaps he was already surprised now.

On the precipitous cliffs of the valley, in the void between spaces, a person stared coldly at the puppet in the little girl’s hands.

“You old man, is it really as serious as you said?”

“With our lives on the line, why would I deceive you? It seems this is the consequence brought about by the sacrifice. I’ve long felt a sense of unease in my heart. It seems it’s because of this object. Even the sacrifice couldn’t destroy it.”

Hidden here was the black-armored young master.

“Never mind, as long as I reshape an origin source for you, we can completely break free. I’m quite fed up with these days.”

The voice of the old man within him sounded again, saying in a deep tone, “Anyway, let’s first kill this person. He’s just a Dao Lord, nothing to be afraid Of!

“Are you telling me what to do?” The voice of the black-armored young master was cold and severe.

The internal voice was momentarily stunned.

The usually ruthlessly cold young master, why would he hesitate?

“No, no, I’m just suggesting getting rid of that puppet. There’s karma between us Written on it. It must not be kept!”

However, the black-armored young master ignored it, only keeping his eyes fixed on the monk, and finally shook his head.

On the altar.

The little girl knelt on the ground, sobbing. The monk approached, squatted down, and patted the little girl’s shoulder, saying, “Don’t let down your brother’s longstanding wish! ”

“Yes!” The little girl lifted her head, looking at the chief monk, then continued,

“Why did my brother have to die?”

The monk paused for a moment, momentarily lost in thought. He noticed that the little girl’s future, originally murky, had now turned dark.

It seemed that an extraordinary figure was about to emerge in this world, specifically in the ancient Great Xia Kingdom.

“Come, I’ll take you to see.” The monk took the little girl’s hand and ascended into the air.

The two of them vanished in an instant.

Only after they had completely disappeared did the black-armored young master hidden in the cracks of the void slowly reveal himself.

He looked toward the place where they had disappeared, and a hint of longing appeared in his eyes.

“Hu Qing, long time no see!” His voice was low, devoid of the cold severity it once held.

Swish.

The black armor concealed into his body, replaced by a black robe. He slowly removed his mask

This black-armored young master was none other than the long-lost ‘Jian Wushuang% who was lost for over a thousand years.

His hair turned had already turned all-white.

“You’ve gone mad, aren’t you afraid someone will see?” The voice inside him spoke again.

Jian Wushuangs eyes instantly became sharp, angrily shouting, “Shut up.”

And that person was none other than Bai Junwang who had taken everything from him..