I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

Chapter 1370: Chapter 1370: The Sword in the Tomb (1/3) Chapter 1370: Chapter 1370: The Sword in the Tomb (1/3) At this moment, in the pit of the Terracotta Warriors.

Under the threat of Jiu Bailu, Huang Jun and the others dared not provoke Blackie and his companions any further.

Due to the special nature of Blackie’s bloodline, his team was at the forefront, far ahead of the alliances formed by the Holy Son of Xuan Ming and Huang Jun.

After Blackie had repaired the deep, bone-deep wounds on his body at the center of the formation, he once again rotated to the front with Jiu Bailu.

Through such rotations, Blackie and the others gradually saw the end of the pit.

The surrounding Terracotta Warriors were smashed and restored within two breaths of time.

Now Ye Qiubai and Tan Zongzhao’s breaths seemed rather feeble, and even Blackie, with his strong self-healing capabilities, kept gasping for air.

Although physical injuries could be healed, after several days of continuous intense battles, Blackie’s spirit was also extremely exhausted.

However, through these exhausting days Blackie’s realm had completely stabilized, and his strength had increased significantly.

Only Jiu Bailu remained as before, like a fairy untouched by the mortal world, her aura still vibrant and her body untouched by any dust or debris.

Another day passed before they finally reached the door.

Looking at the Holy Son of Xuan Ming and Huang Jun, their forces had been reduced by more than half.

But this had nothing to do with Blackie and his companions, who exchanged glances and then simultaneously pushed open the large black iron door in front of them and went inside.

Watching the retreating figures of Blackie and his party enter the door, both Huang Jun and the Holy Son of Xuan Ming looked quite displeased.

This meant they had seized the initiative. If there was an earth-shattering opportunity behind that door, it no longer had anything to do with them.

Huang Jun roared, “Everyone speed up! Follow me closely!”

The tired people at his side, seeing that Blackie and his companions had already gone inside, could only grit their teeth and squeeze out the last of their strength.

The Holy Son of Xuan Ming, similarly in a grave tone, said, “Those with severe injuries or depleted immortal aura, take medicinal pills quickly! We need to speed up too or we won’t get a taste of anything!”

…

After walking through that door.

They faced a high platform, exactly like the tomb chamber on Fang Qiong’s side.

However, on this platform there was no coffin nor body, just a huge throne.

The shape of the throne was strange, its edges sharp, and as the throne ascended, it became even sharper, resembling a standing longsword!

Atop the throne, there was nothing other than a floating sword.

The sword was three feet long, with a handguard in the middle between the handle and the blade, shaped like a cloud.

In the center of the blade, there was a blue line running from the top to the bottom!

This sword, just quietly standing on the throne, did not emit any aura.

Just based on that alone, it looked nothing more than a finely crafted ordinary sword.

Tan Zongzhao also frowned and said, “It looks quite ordinary, is this really the opportunity?”

The Crown Prince also expressed confusion, “Something’s not right, there must be a mystery hidden here; it’s impossible for such a large tomb chamber to only display this one sword, we just haven’t discovered the secret.”

Only Jiu Bailu, upon seeing the sword, had a flash of gold in her eyes; her gaze then shifted towards Ye Qiubai with a slight startle.

But Ye Qiubai, upon seeing the sword, could not shift his gaze away!

At first glance, he also thought the sword looked ordinary.

But when he tried to look away, his subconscious wouldn’t let him!

This sword, as ordinary as it appeared, was somehow resonating with him!

It was as if he had once owned this sword.

He moved forward, step by step towards the sword.

Tan Zongzhao and the Crown Prince noticed Ye Qiubai’s strange behavior, paused for a moment, and then quickly warned, “Brother Ye, be careful, we still don’t know what other dangers there might be!”

Yet Ye Qiubai seemed not to hear them at all, moving as if possessed, each step equally measured, even the sound of his footsteps sounding exactly the same.

Blackie slightly furrowed his brows, wanting to step forward.

However, Jiu Bailu softly said, “Don’t disturb him, this is his destined opportunity.”

Blackie was stunned.

The Crown Prince, too, asked in confusion, “Why?”

Jiu Bailu calmly said, “He and that sword share an unbreakable bond of karma.”

Indeed, what had caused Jiu Bailu to freeze was seeing a golden rope connecting the sword and Ye Qiubai together.

This was the Karma Rope.

The revelation by Jiu Bailu slightly startled everyone.

Karma?

This prince’s tomb had been left behind millions of years ago, and besides, Tan Zongzhao knew that Ye Qiubai was a person from The Mortal Realm. How could he possibly be entangled with powers from the Chaos Realm millions of years ago?

The span of time and geography seemed far too forced, didn’t it?

However, in the cultivation world, nothing was impossible; this probability existed.

The crowd believed Jiu Bailu’s words and watched as Ye Qiubai took steps toward the high platform with the throne without saying a word.

At this moment, Ye Qiubai had climbed the stairs unobstructed and arrived before the throne.

Looking at the sword before him, Ye Qiubai raised his hand and grasped the hilt.

It was in the moment he grasped the hilt that the sword began to tremble slightly.

Immediately following, an extremely powerful sword intent surged into his body from the palm of Ye Qiubai!

The overwhelming sword intent didn’t even give Ye Qiubai any chance to react.

It directly shattered the bones in Ye Qiubai’s right arm, then his chest, and soon all his limbs and bones.

Crack, crack…

The sound of exploding bones incessantly echoed.

Ye Qiubai’s face turned pale, and cold sweat kept flowing; he wanted to scream in pain but could not produce a sound.

“Such a weak body, how could it bear the return of this seat?”

A faint, ethereal sigh sounded.

But this statement was heard by no one else; it echoed only in Ye Qiubai’s mind.

“This seat shall rebuild your Sword Bone…”

As these words fell, Ye Qiubai’s original intention to interrogate was also interrupted by excruciating pain!

Three days later.

Huang Jun and the Holy Son from Xuan Ming arrived one after another.

However, nearly half as many people arrived compared to originally.

When Huang Jun and the Holy Son from Xuan Ming saw Ye Qiubai on the high platform holding a sword, with his body continuously emitting cracking sounds, they were slightly startled too.

Obviously.

At this moment, Ye Qiubai was undergoing some sort of inheritance.

Huang Jun snorted coldly, “How so? Are you planning to monopolize this chance?”

The Holy Son from Xuan Ming directly stepped forward, “Really not planning to share any spoils with us? That would be most unreasonable.”

Blackie immediately blocked the Holy Son from Xuan Ming, and Crown Prince Tan Zongzhao came in front of Huang Jun.

“What are you planning to do?” Blackie asked.

The Holy Son from Xuan Ming scoffed, “Naturally, to interrupt him. We can’t seriously leave us with nothing, can we?”

Blackie nodded, took a step forward, “It seems we owed a fight from the previous banquet; let’s settle it now.”