488: Chapter 488 The Tragedy of Sword Pavilion, Severely Wounded and on the Verge of Death

The main hall of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion!

The Sword-Holding Elder had already given orders to properly settle the disciples and begin repairing various buildings.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion now had a fire burning in their hearts; today's humiliation had shown them the world outside.

The law of the jungle—the strong are respected.

Without strength, one will only be bullied. The tragedy of the Sword Pavilion had benefits that outweighed the disadvantages; once these disciples who had been baptized by a life-and-death battle grew up, their future would be limitless.

While the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was undergoing reconstruction, in the Black-Corner Region, in the Dazheng Dynasty...

Inside Longevity Hall, the Blood Shadow Clone's face was grim, and a cold aura permeated the air. The civil and military officials stood in their places, puzzled by the atmosphere.

In his hand, he held a scroll of intelligence from the Central Plains: his true body had been severely wounded by Saint Feng of the Starfall Pavilion, and his life or death was unknown.

"Dismissed," the Blood Shadow Clone said, leaving immediately.

"Long live the Emperor, long live, long live!" the officials bowed respectfully.

In the Star Palace, the Blood Shadow Clone's gaze was icy as he spoke, "Li Jingzhong, summon General Ye Wudi, Yun Xiao, Mr. Corpse Soul, and Wang Ku to the Star Palace for a meeting."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Li Jingzhong bowed and withdrew.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Jingzhong led the ministers into the Star Palace. Seeing the Blood Shadow Clone's grim expression, they all knew something major had happened.

"Look at this intelligence..."

Without waiting for the group to salute, the Blood Shadow Clone spoke quickly, handing the report to Li Jingzhong to pass around to everyone.

"Damn it... they actually dared to harm His Majesty?" General Ye Wudi's murderous aura flared as he instantly flew into a rage.

His Majesty's kindness to him was as heavy as a mountain; he had saved his life, passed down cultivation techniques and Dou Techniques, and given him and his sister their current status.

Yun Xiao looked at the report; he wasn't as explosive as General Ye Wudi, but his killing intent was also sky-high.

After the report made its rounds, it returned to the desk.

"What do you all think?" the Blood Shadow Clone asked. At the same time, everyone knew the figure before them was a clone, and the true body had already gone to the Central Plains.

They would find out sooner or later, and there was no intention to hide it.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I, Ye Wudi, am willing to lead the army to annihilate the Burning Flame Valley, Starfall Pavilion, Flower Sect, and the Pill Tower."

General Ye Wudi requested permission to mobilize the troops.

"Your Majesty, my view is different. Our dynasty's army has just entered the Central Plains and our foundation is not yet stable. If we use military force against the Central Plains now, those four major powers are deeply entrenched with profound backgrounds; the difficulty would be immense."

"Right now, the most important thing is Your Majesty's injuries. The matter of revenge needs to be planned carefully."

Yun Xiao was extremely calm as he analyzed the difficulties they faced.

"Lord Yun Xiao is right; we should use stillness to control movement," Mr. Corpse Soul said.

Hearing this, the Blood Shadow Clone nodded slightly. He also knew that the Dazheng Dynasty's foundation was shallow compared to first-rate powers like the Pill Tower and Burning Flame Valley.

They were still very weak; they either shouldn't move at all, or move to destroy them directly.

"Correct. Although we cannot mobilize the army, you four Great Legion Commanders can begin laying out plans against those four major powers!"

The Blood Shadow Clone gave the order and then waved his hand for the four to withdraw.

"This humble official takes his leave!" The four, including General Ye Wudi, exited the Star Palace, leaving the Blood Shadow Clone alone. At that moment, Princess Nian Youyou came in from outside.

In the Dazheng Empire, only Princess Nian Youyou and the teacher Dan Chenzi could enter and leave the Star Palace at will without reporting.

"Something happened..." Princess Nian Youyou came behind the Blood Shadow Clone, reaching out her delicate hands to massage his temples.

"It's fine, I'll handle it!" the Blood Shadow Clone said gently, unwilling to tell her the troubling news to avoid making her worry.

"Recently, I have felt a call from my bloodline, coming from the Central Plains," Princess Nian Youyou said.

"Oh? Could it be that tribe?" the Blood Shadow Clone wondered. Princess Nian Youyou shook her head; she had no relevant memories in her mind.

"Don't worry, no matter who it is, they won't be able to take you away from me," the Blood Shadow Clone comforted her.

Princess Nian Youyou nodded slightly, and they looked at each other in silence.

The Sword Pavilion main hall.

After the Sword-Holding Elder had arranged everything, a figure appeared like a ghost; it was the Pavilion Master, Sword Saint Tianquan.

He held the severely wounded and dying Hun Tiandi in his arms. The youth was covered in blood, and his aura was extremely weak.

It was as if he had already lost the breath of life.

Gently placing him on a chair, Sword Saint Tianquan placed his fingers on the youth's wrist. After a careful probe, his expression turned grim.

"Pavilion Master, who exactly wounded him this badly?" the Sword-Holding Elder asked anxiously.

"Starfall Pavilion, Saint Feng, Wind Idle," Sword Saint Tianquan said slowly after a moment of silence.

"What? This kid withstood a strike from a Dou Saint?" the Sword-Holding Elder asked in shock.

"Yes. His injuries are extremely severe, his life is in danger. His internal organs are shattered, his meridians are all severed, and the Sword Bone throughout his body is nearly all crushed."

"Wind Idle... he was striking to kill!" Killing intent filled Sword Saint Tianquan's eyes.

However, inside Yun Tian's—no, Hun Tiandi's body, there were two strands of sword intent circulating, protecting his last sliver of life.

If not for that, he would likely have perished already.

"Killing Sword Intent and Destruction Sword Intent... what a great fortune, what magnificent providence."

Sword Saint Tianquan remarked with emotion, becoming increasingly satisfied with this disciple.

In the history of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, no one had ever comprehended two completely different sword intents. One must know that if a cultivator could sense even one, they would be considered a person of superior talent.

Yet Hun Tiandi had actually comprehended two, and both the Killing Sword Intent and Destruction Sword Intent had reached perfection.

"Pavilion Master, you are saying Hun Tiandi comprehended two types of sword intent alone, and both are at perfection?"

The Sword-Holding Elder looked incredulous. As the Sword-Holding Elder, he understood how terrifying it was to be able to comprehend sword intent.

Just then, a group of people arrived at the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion; it was Mud Bodhisattva and the others. Seeing the unconscious Hun Tiandi, their killing intent reached its peak.

"Pavilion Master, can his injuries still be saved?" Mud Bodhisattva asked.

"Yes. But it depends on his own fortune," Sword Saint Tianquan said after a slight hesitation, as if he had thought of something.

"Pavilion Master, are you talking about the Sword Tomb?" the Sword-Holding Elder cried out in surprise.

"Correct. Right now, only the Sword Tomb can allow Hun Tiandi to be reborn from the ashes..." Sword Saint Tianquan looked up at the back mountain, towards that mysterious place.

The Sword Tomb had existed since the founding of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. It was the first generation Pavilion Master who discovered the providence of the Sword Tomb and established the sect here.

"The Destruction and Killing Sword Intents in his body are protecting his heart vessels and slowly repairing them, but it is very difficult. Only by using the tempering of the thousands of sword intents in the Sword Tomb to strengthen and absorb sword intent can the recovery be accelerated."

Sword Saint Tianquan wasted no more words. With a flick of his sleeve, Hun Tiandi flew into the air.

He sped towards the Sword Tomb of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, with the Sword-Holding Elder, Mud Bodhisattva, and the six Human Puppets following closely behind.

The Sword Tomb was the burial ground for the powerful experts of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion throughout the generations. It was filled with countless sword intents, and a peerless sharp power filled the sky.

Anyone who entered would suffer the pain of being sliced by sword intent every moment.

The Sword Tomb was located in the deepest part of the mountain range, with rugged peaks, ancient forests, and rubble everywhere. Occasionally, one could see some ruined halls and dust-stained stone tablets.

Just taking a glance at the two large characters for 'Sword Tomb' felt like ten thousand swords were piercing one's body, making one's eyes tear up from the sting.

"So this is the Sword Tomb. How terrifying," Mud Bodhisattva said, standing outside the forbidden area of the Sword Tomb, sensing how fearsome those thousands of sword intents were.

If someone with insufficient strength went in, they would likely be torn to pieces by the sword intent instantly.

Whoosh!

Sword Saint Tianquan moved his body and entered the depths of the Sword Tomb while holding Hun Tiandi. The thousands of sword intents seemed to be provoked and charged frantically, but they were blocked off.