Jian Wushuang nodded. He could tell that Chun Qiu was not in a good mood, but he did not say anything and led him out of the Solitary Sky.
In the Solitary Sky, above the clouds, Jian Wushuang looked at him and asked, "You want to kill the young emperor for revenge?"
Chun Qiu was startled, then shook his head slightly. "Although I wanted to kill him on the spot, compared to anything else, I want to be the first to kill his emperor father with my own hands!"
Jian Wushuang knew that there must be a secret behind this. He had known long ago that Chun Qiu was not an ordinary top cultivator, but the son of a former emperor of the Heavenly Court.
"My emperor father, Emperor Feng Hua, died at the hands of Zhen Wuyang. The entire Heavenly Court was destroyed, and I was the only one left. I became a prisoner."
The past was long gone, but it still wrapped around Chun Qiu like chains, causing him to sink into resentment.
Although he wanted nothing more than to kill Zhen Wuyang with his own hands, the sad thing was that he did not even have the right to see him. He did not even know where the Heavenly Court was.
Jian Wushuang did not comfort him. Instead, he placed his hand on Chun Qiu's shoulder and patted him lightly.
Chun Qiu looked at him gratefully, then said slowly, "Brother Jian, if not for your appearance, I'm afraid I would still be a prisoner in that dark black mountain. I will remember all the kindness you've shown me, and I will not forget it even in death."
Jian Wushuang said calmly, "Live well, and continue to improve your strength. Only then will you be able to kill your enemy with your own hands one day."
Chun Qiu nodded vigorously. "Brother Jian, don't worry. I believe that day will come."
"Also," he suddenly hesitated, then said, "Brother Jian, if that day really comes, will you help him?"
The "him" Chun Qiu was referring to was the young emperor.
Jian Wushuang shook his head without hesitation. "When that time comes, I'm afraid I'll have already left this place. Everything you're worried about will not happen. What you need most now is to continuously improve your own strength."
Spring and Autumn nodded, then took out the palm-sized Eight-Armed Glaring Eye and returned it to Jian Wushuang. "Brother Jian, I think it's better to return this to you. Only in front of stronger people can it display its full strength."
Jian Wushuang smiled and pushed the Eight Arms Glaring Eyes back. "This thing is not very useful to me. You can use it for self-defense, but don't rely on it too much."
Spring and Autumn didn't refuse. He carefully put Eight Arms and Glaring Eyes back into his pocket.
"Chun Qiu, is the Emperor Lord you speak of the realm after the Derived Immortal Realm, or is it just a title?"
Regarding this question, Jian Wushuang had never asked before. Now that he suddenly thought of it, he wanted to clarify it.
Although Chun Qiu had yet to step into the Derived Immortal Realm, he was still the son of an Imperial Emperor. Naturally, he would know more about the situation than Jian Wushuang.
Hearing this, Chun Qiu carefully said, "Imperial Emperor is actually a title. It's not a realm, but it's a real dividing line."
"When I was young, I heard Emperor Father's teachings. I vaguely knew that to become an Imperial Emperor, fate, the Great Dao of the Heavenly Court, and one's own realm are all indispensable."
"And the most important step to becoming an Imperial Emperor is to enter that realm. However," Chun Qiu's memory seemed to be a little blurry, "I seem to have forgotten what realm it is."
Jian Wushuang nodded. He had long realized that the first three Imperial Emperors' true souls that he came into contact with had already stepped into the Derived Immortal Realm.
Perhaps to become an Imperial Emperor that created a Heavenly Court, the true step to step into was the mysterious realm of the Derived Immortal Realm.
As for what other realms there were, Jian Wushuang was at a loss. He could only carefully advance and comprehend.
With his current situation, with the three Imperial Emperors' true shadows by his side, it was enough to protect himself from any powerful force.
There was no sun hanging high in the sky of Little Lonely Heaven, but it was never dark. It was always a quiet day, very similar to the scene in the sky below the mountain.
After chatting casually with Chun Qiu for a few days, Jian Wushuang began to cultivate.
He took out the few Sword Dao books that he had bought in Jingchuan Heavenly City.
Looking at the traces of ancient vicissitudes on them, Jian Wushuang estimated that the age of these books was probably tens of thousands of years older than him.
There were a total of four books. The ancient aura sealed on them had been severely depleted. With a casual wave of his hand, the imprint disappeared with the wind.
These four books were randomly selected from various Derived Immortals. They were the most ancient Sword Dao in the Great Yan Huan.
Among them, three were the most basic books that taught the foundation of the Sword Dao. They were very beneficial to those who cultivated the Sword Dao. Moreover, from the remnant aura on these books, when the authors created these Sword Dao, they had already reached the Derived Immortal Realm.
Like a whale sucking in water, he quickly absorbed the knowledge of the Sword Dao in the three books. Jian Wushuang finally looked at the last book.
"Collection of Swords". These two simple but sharp words seemed to have been casually written on the first page with a straw stick dipped in ink.
Jian Wushuang was slightly puzzled. This book seemed to have been bought from some vendor. He had forgotten. Looking at it, he had no impression.
Casting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, he waved his hand and flipped open the first page.
What entered his eyes was a blank.
On the withered yellow paper that was suffused with a dark green color, not a single word appeared.
Jian Wushuang's heart thumped. "It can't be. Did I encounter an unscrupulous merchant here?"
Not believing it, he hurriedly flipped it over and over to check.
In the end, he came to the conclusion that he had been cheated by an unscrupulous merchant.
This was a wordless heavenly book.
Jian Wushuang did not know whether to laugh or cry. After using his derivation force to check it again and confirming that it was worthless, he prepared to throw it away.
However, in the next moment, a warm aura flashed in his hand. If he did not pay attention, he would not have noticed it.
He subconsciously looked at the collection of swords in his hand. An aura that was extremely dense with Immortal Qi, like a cloud of smoke, only rotated on the book for a moment, then instantly fell into the book.
As if realizing something, Jian Wushuang hurriedly flipped open the wordless heavenly book in his hand again.
On the withered yellow paper that was suffused with a dark green color, the aura that was extremely dense with Immortal Qi was like a finger-sized dragon, hovering above the paper.
Jian Wushuang opened his eyes wide. He could not figure out where this aura, which was both familiar and strange at the same time, came from.
Soon, the aura that was as thin as a cloud suddenly condensed, instantly transforming into a figure that was only the size of a fingernail.
He completely held his breath. The scene before him seemed a little mysterious.
The thumb-sized figure was extremely pocket-sized, but the white robe he was wearing made him look like an Immortal Qi, and had the demeanor of a master of a generation.
Although this little person that was transformed from smoke had no facial features, the aura he revealed was very familiar to Jian Wushuang. It was the feeling of an old friend.
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