15: Chapter 15 The Sword Master's Legacy

The world after the revival of Spiritual Qi was very unfamiliar.

The sky was much higher; Ye Xiu tried flying to his limit, but he could not reach the atmosphere.

As for the earth, while ten-thousand-meter sacred mountains were not everywhere, most mountain ranges were several thousand meters high.

Trees a hundred meters tall could only be considered small; the large ones were thousands of meters high, surging into the clouds.

"How much further?"

Ye Xiu was becoming impatient. Was this brat trying to trick him? They had been flying for three days, and she showed no signs of stopping.

"Don't be impatient. Once we pass that mountain, we'll be there soon. I'm telling you, the Legacy there comes from a major figure of the Ancient Imperial Court. You're really getting a bargain."

Xing Mu pointed to a massive mountain reaching the heavens ahead, speaking with great excitement.

"Let's talk when we get there. Stop feeding me empty promises."

"Empty promises? You'll find out in a moment. Meeting me is the luckiest encounter of your life."

Ye Xiu did not speak.

He just hoped everything would go smoothly.

An hour passed, and the two crossed the massive mountain, stopping before a mountain range of strange rocks.

Looking down from the sky.

The rocks were arranged in an Eight Trigrams Formation, spanning over ten miles. The scenery within was somewhat hazy, as if it were a world unto itself.

"This place is strange."

Ye Xiu stared at the area below, which resembled a Formation, feeling very wary.

Xing Mu was quite casual, waving her hand dismissively: "I have a way to deal with this Formation, but once we enter, it will be up to you."

"Are there traps inside?" Ye Xiu asked.

"Not exactly traps. It's a trial, a trial for descendants."

"You know quite a lot." Ye Xiu implied something else.

"What else did you expect? I am a descendant of the Celestial Race, what did you think?"

Xing Mu looked smug, completely missing Ye Xiu's darkening expression.

"I really can't tell if you're truly foolish or just pretending."

Ye Xiu shook his head slightly, a trace of helplessness coloring his brow. This girl before him was occasionally a bit neurotic.

To this.

Xing Mu just scoffed.

She led Ye Xiu and flew rapidly toward the Eight Trigrams stone Formation ahead.

Whoosh.

The two entered the stone Formation.

Suddenly, the world spun, and reality began to flip. In just a fleeting moment, the two had entered a miraculous place.

The starry sky was inverted, and everything was void.

Ye Xiu was shocked. He opened his Qi senses fully, yet he could not feel a shred of Qi.

"Damn it, was I tricked?"

In this void of starry space, Xing Mu's figure had long since disappeared.

Just as Ye Xiu was feeling annoyed.

Xing Mu's voice echoed in the void.

"Across all realms, to the four poles of heaven and earth, supreme and unrivaled, only my Imperial Court, open."

As the voice sounded, the void realm began to shatter.

Revealing a hidden place.

"A graveyard?"

Ye Xiu was somewhat surprised; the so-called ancient land of Legacy was actually a graveyard.

Xing Mu appeared out of thin air.

She snorted lightly: "It's time for you to be useful. Just walk to the front of the graveyard and pull out that Crescent Blade stuck in the ground. The Legacy here will be yours. Good luck, I believe in you."

After she finished speaking, she even made a heart shape with her hands at Ye Xiu.

Ye Xiu's face darkened, and he didn't speak. He had already reached this point; regardless of whether he was being used as a pawn, he had to follow Xing Mu's instructions, proceed to the graveyard, and pull out that Crescent Blade.

"Are you sure that just pulling out that blade is enough?" Before stepping forward, Ye Xiu asked for confirmation.

Xing Mu looked toward the graveyard, a trace of admiration in her eyes: "Do you see the words on the tombstone? They were carved by the Human Emperor."

"The Human Emperor carved the stele?"

"Yes, this is the tomb of the Blade Master of the Ancient Imperial Court. That blade is the Legacy left behind by the Blade Master. With your Heaven-Breaking Martial Body Bloodline, it is highly likely that the Blade Spirit will recognize you—provided, of course, that the Blade Spirit still exists."

"You..."

The wariness in Ye Xiu's eyes grew, but he didn't say anything more and stepped toward the tombstone.

As he drew closer.

Pressure suddenly appeared.

This pressure was different from the pressure before the Nine Realms Tower; it felt more like it was coming from the depths of his Soul.

Crack...

His body was trembling slightly.

At a distance of ten meters from the tombstone, the pressure surged.

With every step he took, cold sweat had already soaked Ye Xiu's clothes. His body trembled; the pressure here penetrated into his Soul.

Although his Physical Body suffered no harm, the stinging pain from his Soul was clearer than any physical pain.

Boom.

His Soul was vibrating.

There was a possibility of it being crushed.

Ye Xiu gritted his teeth and held on; seven more steps, and he would be able to grab the Crescent Blade in front of the graveyard.

To end this damned pain.

Six steps...

A muffled groan escaped Ye Xiu's mouth.

Five steps...

The muffled groan became a soft whimper.

Three steps...

Ye Xiu could no longer suppress the stinging pain in his Soul and cried out in agony.

Xing Mu was dumbfounded on the sidelines. Watching Ye Xiu wail like a stuck pig, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Indeed, inviting this guy who could pass the Nine Realms Tower was a wise decision.

She was just too smart.

Otherwise, if she wanted to obtain that item, she would have to endure all this suffering herself.

One step...

Ye Xiu took the final step.

He felt as if his Soul were about to be torn apart. Trembling, he reached out his hand and slowly grasped toward the Crescent Blade stuck in the ground.

Boom.

His vision went black, and his mind exploded.

The moment his Divine Soul touched the Crescent Blade, he was immediately pulled into a miraculous space.

This space was a complete void.

Before he could be surprised.

A majestic voice echoed throughout the space.

[I was born in the darkest of eras, and I once fought alongside the most powerful individuals in history to the source of the chaos. We slew immortals and slaughtered demons, establishing the order of the Imperial Court in the darkest of times.]

As the words sounded.

A towering figure appeared, re-enacting that darkest era like a movie.

[In the year 338 of the Imperial Court, I entered the Weird Source Realm and suppressed the Ancestor of Weirdness.]

A massive eye that covered the sky appeared in the scene.

The Blade Master held his blade and charged into the sky, black Saber Qi crisscrossing as he engaged in a fierce battle with the massive eye.

In the end, the Crescent Blade was like a blade of the heavens, extending for countless miles and piercing through the giant eye.

The scene ended.

[In the year 3675 of the Imperial Court, the God Race rebelled, and I slew the God Emperor in the Divine Realm.]

A world filled with divine light.

Countless divine palaces collapsed, golden blade rays tore through the sky, and the gods trembled, all falling beneath the heavenly Crescent Blade.

[In the hundred-thousandth year of the Imperial Court, they returned.]

The Blade Master's towering figure was retreating step by step. Cracks appeared on his invincible body, and the heavenly Crescent Blade swung rapidly in his hands.

His opponent was a hazy figure.

The heavens and earth seemed to be under its control; it was the Dao, it was the Law.

The Blade Master was firmly suppressed, and in every clash, he was at an absolute disadvantage.

Yet even against such an opponent.

It was ultimately defeated by the Blade Master.

That strike was incredibly stunning; at that moment, the heavenly Crescent Blade seemed to sever all Karma and Dao Laws.

That hazy figure, under this blow.

Instantly ceased to exist.