Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor

Chapter 1512 The Ma Clanʼs Heaven Chosens

As soon as Wang Wei arrived in [Heaven Slashing Mountain], an assembly of sword wills and intents assaulted his spirit. He remained calm since he was not a swordsman and his spirit could take it, but the sight before him was oddly beautiful.

The mountain was a sword grave or monument. From the bottom to the top, swords of different shapes and sizes were embedded in the ground. The mountain itself was made of a unique material that could nourish these swords to preserve their spirit, sword intent, or sword will.

At the top of the mountain was a small mansion, and Wang Wei sensed ten terrifying sword wills from inside. He sighed but couldnʼt shake his head.

”Beautiful, isnʼt it?” Yan Hai said as she appeared next to him.

”Iʼm guessing these swords are from people youʼve defeated?” Wang Wei asked.

”Of course. The higher the sword location, the more memorable the swordsman was,” Yan Hai said with pride. ”Only ten of them are allowed inside my cultivation room.”

Wang Wei looked at all the millions of swords in this mountain and sighed: ”No wonder the other swordsmen hate and respect you.” A swordsmanʼs sword is a part of themselves; some even loved it more than their wives. However, Yan Hai would strip that love from them as a form of humiliation after defeating or killing them for her sword monument.

”Itʼs an honor for them to have their swords here,” Yan Hai said calmly. This thing started as a way to use other peopleʼs sword intent to sharpen hers, but eventually, it also turned into collecting swords from competent swordsmen.

”You should have branded it like that,” Wang Wei added. ”Make the mountain public for others, and make it look like an honor to be remembered by you. Had you done this, your reputation in the Sword Dao World would have been better.”

”Brother Qi once said the same thing. There are quotas every generation for swordsmen to visit this place. And despite how they talk behind my back, most of them know a sign of a mighty swordsman is if their swords are here.”

”Oh?” Wang Wei asked.

”Anyone who wishes to test themselves can summon my projection at any cultivation stage in this place to test whether they are worthy. Of course, these cunning bastards will cultivate a second sword to leave here,” Yan Hai revealed.

”Donʼt tell me youʼve never been defeated?”

”I have, but itʼs usually during the lower realm,” Yan Hai admitted.

”Do the winners get a prize or something?”

”Yes, they get to take a sword back or receive direct instruction from me,” Yan Hai explained. ”Many people who know they cannot get their swords from me cultivate the younger generation to try.”

”That makes sense,” Wang Wei nodded before looking at this sword monument with a daze.

”Whatʼs wrong?”

”I was just thinking that my father would love this place.”

Yan Hai patted his shoulder: ”His Soul Flame is burning bright, meaning heʼs alive, and thatʼs all that matters. We will find him.”

”I know,” Wang Wei nodded, taking a moment to control himself. They slowly flew toward the mountainʼs top.”How are things going with the Sword League Path?”

”Iʼve started the negotiation, but Iʼm delaying things until the catastrophe. They should be more desperate by then and willing to pay a higher price.”

”So, youʼve decided to cheat them?”

”Itʼs the best approach, isnʼt it?” Yan Hai smiled.

”True. Have you started planning for the other sword paths?”

”I have activated our previous dormant agents, and theyʼve revealed the Ultimate Sword Path has appeared in five other Chaos Worlds.”

”Only five?”

”After so many years of dormancy, our exterior shadow agency has been damaged, and thatʼs all the information we can gather for now,” Yan Hai explained.

”Should we be doing something about this?”

”Shadow Ruler will be taking care of it, but as you know, many eyes are on us now, so itʼs dangerous for him to travel through Primordial Chaos at this time.”

Wang Wei nodded. Under normal circumstances, Shadow Rulerʼs skill was enough to evade even Primals, but his ability would be useless before any first step Quintessence tried to catch him. ”He should send Karmaless Clones and wait until the last section of the Heaven Scroll is open, and we buy him something for protection.”

”Thatʼs what Brother Qi suggested. Iʼve also sent a new Proxy Avatar to protect his clone, but I doubt that would be of much help,” Yan Hai replied.

They had arrived at the mountain, and Wang Wei looked around. The mansion was simple, with one layer and four rooms. One was for guests, the other for her cultivation. It was also the place she kept the top ten swords. The third room contained a sword collection, but this one appeared to be the one refined by Yan Hai and nourished by her sword will. Wang Wei reckoned these swords were rewards for the sectʼs disciples.

The last room was a dimension of its own with numerous bamboos, probably from other Chaos Worlds since Wang Wei couldnʼt recognize many of them. The bamboos were beautiful and of different varieties, and based on a preliminary observation, they were well-taken care of.

”Ancestor, I didnʼt know you love bamboo this much,” Wang Wei commented.

”What exactly do you think of me?”

Wang Weiʼs body paused. ”For my safety, itʼs best I donʼt answer that question.”

Yan Hai stared at him, making Wang Wei embarrassed: ”Iʼm not just a swordsman or your ancestor. I have my own life and hobbies.” She has been cultivating bamboo gardens since she was young under Gao Zhuʼs care. One of the reasons she regretted turning her into Sword One and leaving her in the lower dimension because the experience was never the same without her.

”Sorry about that.”

Yan Hai didnʼt care. Most people think sheʼs one-dimensional anyway. She led him to the guest room but did not offer tea, which made Wang Wei think the ancestor was a little petty. After all, he had apologized. Yan Hai waved her hand to summon two people: a man and a woman.

”Them?”

”Yes. Of all the Ma Clan, they are the most talented,” Yan Hai nodded. Wang Wei observed them. They had dreamy eyes, which is usually a sign of people with high spirituality, dream, or illusion talents. They resembled each other and wore blue, except Ma Honghua had a red flower on her hanfu, and Ma Wen had a butterfly on his robe. Their body language indicated they were closed and strict competitors.

”Duyi Realm, 9-Leaf Foundation, Emperor Taboo Battle Realm, Peak Empyrean cultivation, and a Paragon Soul,” Wang Wei muttered. ”You went above and beyond. Thank you, ancestor.”

”You should thank me,” Yan Hai said with slightly gritted teeth. ”These Ma Clan people used to be protected by the Memorialized Luck of creating the Void Illusion Realm, yet they were reduced to such a terrible state. Do you know how many terrible decisions they made to reach that level? Decisions I had to deal with when purifying their bloodline.”

Ma Wen and Ma Honghua blushed in shame for their ancestorʼs actions, while Wang Wei was ashamed for letting her do all the work. ”I didnʼt expect it would be this challenging.”

Yan Hai caressed her temple: ”I really hope our descendants wonʼt be so stupid if something happens to us. ”The entire process stressed her out as she thought this may be the fact of the Dao Opening Sect. Wang Wei wanted to reassure her, but couldnʼt find the words.

If all of them were gone, the Dao Opening Sect might face the same situation. Despite the sectʼs rules and spirit, nothing can resist the erosion of time. So, without guidance and protection, itʼs highly likely their fate would eventually be the same as the Ma Clan.

”We just have to ensure nothing happens to us,” Wang Wei said before focusing on the two Heaven Chosens. He pondered briefly before pointing at Ma Wen: ”I choose you.” Ma Honghuaʼs body tensed, and she secretly clenched her fists. However, she immediately controlled herself and cupped her hands together: ”Congratulations, Brother Wen.”

”Thank you, Sister Honghua. I promise you to lead our clan to glory, and even find the resources for your Paragon Tribulations,” Ma Wen replied with a salute, but his eyes did not hide his contentment and mockery. Wang Wei looked at them with an odd look.

Ma Wen did not know being chosen was a death sentence. He chose him not because he was better, but because he thought it would be funny for Ma Liqiu to revive herself in a manʼs body. He handed Ma Wen one of the Mortalhood Trialʼs tokens:

”Take a few years to calm your mind and reach your peak state before activating the token.”

”I will,” Ma Wen said, having calmed down from the previous excited state. Wang Wei nodded in acknowledgement before looking at Ma Honghua: ”While heʼs away, youʼre in charge of the Ma Clan.”

”As you wish, Lord.”