Chapter 277: The Final Farewell, the Mad Tianxuan
Looking at Chen Shisan’s gloomy expression, Chen Changsheng smiled.
“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore, let’s get to the point.”
“This yet-to-be-forged sword, besides incorporating primordial gold, also merges all the fragments of magical treasures from the War of Gods.”
“Moreover, I’ve included fragments of the True Martial Sword.”
“Since it has absorbed so many broken magical treasures, this sword will definitely become a bloody sword once it is forged.”
“I originally thought of using the three million souls of the War of Gods as the sword spirit, but then I realized that increasing the bloodthirst is not ideal, so I discarded that idea.”
“Therefore, to allow this sword to give birth to a sword spirit, it can only rely on you.”
“You, Chen Shisan, are the sword spirit of this sword.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Shisan glanced at the magma below and said, “Is there still time?”
“After a while, the Ascension Road will commence.”
“Others might not make it in time, but you, Chen Shisan, are different; you are a sharp sword yourself.”
“So the final step of this sword forging should be completed by you.”
Hearing this, Chen Shisan nodded.
“What should I do?”
“Stay by this furnace and imagine what your ideal sword should be like.”
“If the sword in your heart is good enough, then this sword will naturally come forth.”
“And with your sword intent, the murderous aura of this sword will be reduced somewhat.”
“I understand.”
Chen Shisan replied calmly and then sat cross-legged.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng turned and left.
He departed from the God and Demon Cemetery, a place he had stayed for thirteen hundred years.
……
Heavenly Court, God of Wealth Hall.
A woman was handling some official business.
Suddenly, the pen in her hand paused for a moment.
“Is it time to leave?”
“Yes.”
Upon receiving this answer, the woman looked up, and that familiar figure appeared before her eyes again.
“Can’t you not leave?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Why?”
“The Crimson Realm after the Ascension Road has nothing to do with you; what Emperor Huangtian is going to do is also unrelated to you. Why do you insist on stirring up this muddy water?”
Facing the woman’s question, Chen Changsheng smiled.
“Because I want to see them, whether in life or d*ath, I want to see them for the last time.”
Upon hearing this, the woman showed a hint of confusion in her eyes.
“Is it really just to see them for the last time?”
“Yes, because for me, this is the most precious thing in the world.”
“Once, I thought that cultivators have long lifespans, and there would always be opportunities to meet.”
“But later I realized that even powerful cultivators are insignificant in the face of time.”
“Shangqing View, Night Moon Nation, Xuanwu Kingdom—these three forces once dominated their regions.”
“But today, I can no longer find traces of them.”
“As for even older acquaintances, besides me, no one in this realm remembers them anymore.”
“In the vast history books, their names are simply absent.”
“If I do not remember them, then this realm will forget them forever.”
After hearing this, Qian Bao’er fell silent.
“Sir, what about me?”
“Will you remember me?”
“Hahaha!”
“Of course I will remember. Among so many people I’ve met, you are the only girl who dares to lose your temper at me.”
“Your fate is sealed; you cannot leave this realm.”
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“Although your freedom is restricted, this is not necessarily a blessing.”
“In the next five thousand years, there won’t be any major issues in the Heavenly Court. This leisurely period of five thousand years is what you deserve.”
After saying this, Chen Changsheng’s figure disappeared from the God of Wealth Hall.
Gazing in the direction where Chen Changsheng had vanished, Qian Bao’er stood in a daze for a long time.
After a while, she came to her senses and once again lowered her head to handles her affairs.
There are no banquets in the world that do not disperse; life’s journey is the same.
The encounter on Not Zhou Mountain, the journey of the Buddhist Nation, the pain of the War of Gods—the events from a thousand years ago still linger in mind.
But her path has come to an end; she no longer has the strength to continue forward.
This outcome was known to everyone a long time ago; they just preferred not to voice it.
……
Western Continent, Xuan Bird Clan stronghold.
The current leader of the Demon Clan, Tianxuan, sat alone on the throne in solitude.
His gaze calmly looked into the distance, as if waiting for someone.
“Whoosh~”
A gentle breeze passed by, and Tianxuan’s eyes stirred; Chen Changsheng’s voice rang out.
“How long have you been waiting?”
“I’ve been waiting since the War of Gods ended; I didn’t expect you to be planning for thirteen hundred years.”
“There’s no helping it.”
“The War of Gods inflicted great damage to the world’s essence; I had to take a breather.”
“There are also many matters over at Mountain River Academy; I need to give them some time to arrange things.”
Upon hearing this, Tianxuan pressed his lips together and spoke.
“If you are ready, then it means my sealing time has come.”
“Do you think it’s suitable for me to be born now?”
“After seven thousand years.”
“In the next five thousand years, there shouldn’t be any major problems in the Heavenly Court. Since Zhang Bairen has decided to attack the Ascension Road, it shows his time of possessing the Heavenly Mandate won’t be long.”
“After seven thousand years, a new Heavenly Mandate should emerge; by then, you will likely encounter some trouble, but I believe you can resolve it.”
Hearing this, Tianxuan nodded, and then took out a longevity bl**d stone the size of a box.
Inside this beast bl**d stone, a baby was preserved.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng’s expression immediately darkened.
“Since I have chosen you, it proves that I believe in you.”
“Or do you think I need a hostage to threaten you?”
Facing Chen Changsheng’s words, a smile appeared on Tianxuan’s face.
“You are still the same sir as before, but it’s a pity that Tianxuan is no longer the Tianxuan of the past.”
“This child should not be born in this world, so I ask you to find a safe place for him.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng’s expression grew even darker.
“What do you want to do?”
“What I want to do, don’t you already know?”
“This won’t be beneficial for you.”
“I know, but this is beneficial for all living beings.”
“People like me, who suffer like this, would be better off not appearing in the world. What do you think, sir?”
“Who is your target?”
“I haven’t found it yet, but I will eventually.”
Receiving this answer, Chen Changsheng looked once more at the Tianxuan on the throne; the once-young demon has changed, and now he was filled with resentment.
His target of hatred were those high-and-mighty schemers.
Emperor Huangtian’s conspiracies, the decline of the Xuan Bird Clan’s fate, the near annihilation of their clan.
His own schemes, the d*ath of three million living beings in the War of Gods, the loss of the Buddhist maiden Linglong.
All these accumulated matters filled Tianxuan with deep hatred for those schemers.
“What kind of person do you want him to become?”
“Just to live peacefully. But don’t let him be born too early; at least wait until I’ve been dead for a while.”
“I don’t want him dying because of me and then embarking on a path of vengeance.”
