Legend of Swordsman
chapter-5342

Chapter 5342: New Beginning

The Vermilion Bird Temple spun, and the inheritors quickly entered another palace.

Their journey had just begun.

The Original Planet was merely the starting point. Their path was still long but closer to where the dream began.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years had passed.

The Four Great Secret Realms.

The earthly realms.

The wilderness.

The Great Xia Ancient Kingdom!

In a desolate mountain range, a blood-red ceremony was taking place.

Crimson flames rose, making everything in the valley exceptionally eerie.

On the altar, several masked red-robed cultivators were maintaining order.

Because, apart from them, tens of thousands of Dao Lords and countless common cultivators had also gathered here.

And they were the objects of the blood sacrifice.

“Young Sect Master, everything is ready!” the red-robed messenger respectfully said.

A figure hidden in the mountain, a black-armored masked person without any discernible aura, slowly walked out of the void. Just a glance from them made these red-robed attendants tremble in fear.

Although these people had only followed the young master in recent centuries, they were exceptionally fearful of this young master.

Because, within a millennium, this young master had already blood- sacrificed countless Dao Lords, sparing not even the common cultivators, possessing an unpredictable level of strength.

Once, they had instantly killed a tier 2 Emperor, leaving no chance for retaliation.

“Begin!” The voice of the black-armored masked young master was deep, yet ruthlessly cold.

Below, the imprisoned cultivators glared angrily at the crimson-robed steward above, especially upon seeing the black-armored young sect master, their hatred penetrating to the bone.

“You dare imprison me! I am the Ninth Prince of the Great Xia Empire. You are courting death!” A robust and resolute young man roared. Among them, he possessed the strongest strength, already reaching the level of a half- step Emperor.

However, in this place, any random crimson-robed steward was an existence comparable to an Emperor, making them utterly unable to resist.

The young sect master standing at the top heard this and his gaze flickered. It seemed he thought of something amusing again. He lifted his arm slightly, and his finger moved.

The young sect master standing at the top heard this and his gaze flickered. It seemed he thought of something amusing again. He lifted his arm slightly, and his finger moved.

The crimson-robed stewards behind him instantly understood. One of them clapped his hands, turning into black mist that instantly enveloped the self-proclaimed Ninth Prince of Great Xia.

The black mist swirled, shrouding the Ninth Prince, reaching the young sect master’s presence in the blink of an eye.

“The Ninth Prince of Great Xia, quite interesting. I heard that your Great Xia is planning a massive attack on the Demon Cult. Is that true?” The voice of the black-armored young sect master was playful, showing no regard for the person before him, as if observing prey.

Initially, the Ninth Prince was quite defiant. After all, he was the Ninth Prince of Great Xia, accustomed to exerting dominance from a young age.

However, when he stood in front of the black-armored young sect master, something inexplicable happened. He couldn’t maintain his defiance, fear leaking into his eyes, his heart shrinking.

Originally, he didn’t want to answer, but upon seeing those cold and sinister eyes, he stammered, “Yes, there is such a plan!”

“Exterminate the Demon Cult? The name of this campaign seems to align well with the will of heaven!” The black-armored young sect master extended his claws, directly pinching towards the head of the Ninth Prince of Great Xia. Countless scenes flashed in his mind in an instant.

After approximately three breaths, the young master in black armor slowly released his grip.

However, the person in his hand had already turned into a lifeless corpse. The origin source, divine body, and even memories related to his cultivation were completely erased, leaving only a withered physical body.

“From now on, I am him, the Ninth Prince of the Great Xia Ancient Kingdom: Xia Mang Guanyu!” His voice echoed, and the red-robed steward officially activated the blood sacrifice array.

Countless people were transported to the altar. Everyone’s faces carried a heavy aura of death.

The world was in chaos, with demonic rituals happening daily, constant warfare among ancient nations, and a harsh environment for cultivators.

Even long-established sects with millions of years of heritage could crumble overnight.

Even the temples where divine beings resided were under attack, let alone the ordinary beings.

“Am I going to die?” a young man murmured to himself, his expression not devoid of stillness but marked by concern.

The red-robed steward shouted loudly, “Quick, pour in the divine blood, and the divine crystals too. Don’t stop for a moment!”

While these people were busy, the young master stood with his hands crossed, floating several feet above the ground, silently observing everything. As the divine blood poured in, the heavens and earth lost their color.

Countless individuals surged within it.

The young man wiped the bloodstains off his face, enduring the weakening of his body. He held onto a puppet tightly, with a name engraved on it.

Judging by the name, it seemed to be a girl.

That was his sister.

The two depended on each other for survival. He was just an ordinary mortal in the body-refining realm, and to survive in this chaotic world, he needed a backer.

In order to support his sister, he worked as a laborer in a mortal sect, hoping it would be a support. In the end, however, that sect was implicated, and everyone from the sect leader to the disciples and laborers was plundered and brought here.

“It’s fine if I die, but my sister is still young!” The young man’s eyes were bloodshot, and tears flowed in an instant.

He wasn’t afraid of death; he feared dying and leaving his sister unprotected.

“I died, it’s okay, but my sister is still young!” The young man’s eyes were bloodshot, and tears flowed in an instant.

He wasn’t afraid of death; he feared dying and leaving his sister unprotected.

With the sect destroyed, his sister waited for him on the back mountain to return home. But now, he couldn’t go back, never again.

As the divine blood boiled, the young man gradually collapsed onto the altar. Though his strength was weak, his willpower was terrifyingly strong.

Surprisingly, he could fall alongside those cultivators in the great realm.

Plop!

As he fell, in the blurred mix of blood and tears, memories of his childhood flashed before him.

In a small courtyard, his father, a hunter, supported the family by hunting on the mountain. It was a modest but content life, and he was the only son.

During his childhood, his father brought back his sister from the mountains.

“Xiao Fan, you have a sister!”

“Xiao Fan, remember, you’re a man. You must protect your sister and mother.

Come, pick up the knife and continue practicing!’

Later, when wild beasts attacked the village, his parents charged into the horde to protect him and his sister.

“Xiao Fan…”

The two siblings left their hometown, becoming wanderers, begging for survival.

Fortunately, his martial training from childhood allowed him to find work, whether as a laborer or a servant, ensuring they always had something to eat.

But now, without him, what would happen to his little sister?

“Brother, come home!”

When the young man closed his eyes, the final image was of his sister standing at the gate of the small fenced yard, holding a bowl of water, waiting for his return.

People continued to fall in the altar.

Now even the Earth Immortals had fallen, followed by the Heavenly Immortals, and the powerful Dao Lords among the Heavenly Immortals.

The division of strength in the Earthly Realm followed the ancient titles.

Grand Yan Immortals were Immortals in the Earth Realm, and the Mahayana was the Ancestral Realm.

The lord of ordinary people was also a great realm cultivator.

The young master in black armor’s eyes changed, revealing a hint of surprise as he turned to look north.

This scene startled the steward in the red robe.

The young master was fearless, yet even he was surprised.. Could it be that a powerful Emperor had arrived?