The Xuan-Yuan Sword, the Yellow Emperor!
Belonged to …
My glory!
Ye Zichen looked up at the sword stuck in the platform, then couldn't help but walk towards it.
This was his glory.
Sister Xiang, who was standing behind him, maintained a faint smile.
"Seeing this scene again, how nostalgic!"
He slowly walked forward. The blade that was stabbed into the round platform should be the weapon of the Yellow Emperor, the Xuanyuan Sword!
Before he knew it, Ye Zichen had already arrived in front of the blade.
He lowered his head and looked at the blade that was inches away from him. He raised his hand …
"Have you really decided to pull the sword out?"
All of a sudden, Ye Zichen heard a voice in his ear. He subconsciously turned his head, only to see that Sister Xiang was looking at him with a chuckle. She did not speak at all.
Moreover, the speaker was a man.
Am I hearing things?
He shook his head and touched the hilt of the sword again.
"Have you really decided? Pull it out … and hold it tightly in your hands! "
"Who … who's talking!"
Ye Zichen looked up and shouted. Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a green robe appeared in front of him …
There was an ancient look in his eyes. At the same time, he opened his mouth again.
"Are you going to pull it out? Have you really decided? "
The man's hand brushed past the hilt of the sword. He looked at it indifferently and a faint sadness appeared on his face.
"You're the Yellow Emperor!"
Ye Zichen looked at the man in front of him in shock.
"Don't you think so?"
"No, no, no … It's just that I've never seen it before. I'm a little shocked."
Ye Zichen waved his hand frantically. He really couldn't imagine that the Yellow Emperor would appear in front of him. But this divine artifact belonged to him … or to them. Why did the Yellow Emperor keep asking him this question?
"What's there to be shocked about? When the time comes … you will be me!"
The Yellow Emperor smiled, then rubbed the hilt of his sword with his fingers, then squinted his eyes at Ye Zichen.
"The Xuan-Yuan Sword is a divine artifact that has borne the weight of countless glories. However, its body was also stained with countless amounts of blood, some of which belonged to its enemies, and some of which belonged to the innocent. My reincarnation, you … have you really decided? Bear its glory, and at the same time … bear its sins. "
The Yellow Emperor looked at Ye Zichen plainly, then said calmly, "That's right.
"I'm … not sure." Ye Zichen shook his head, then his gaze suddenly turned sharp. "But I want to become stronger. The Xuan-Yuan Sword can make me stronger!"
He didn't want to repeat the tragedy of that day. He didn't want to watch helplessly as the people around him fell in front of him.
Perhaps becoming stronger was a very general term, so what he wanted to do now was …
It was to protect the future. Even if this sword was stained with the blood of sinners, he … did not care.
"Is that so? Let me test your determination!"
The Yellow Emperor smiled faintly and tapped the space between his eyebrows.
"Go, let me see your determination to become stronger."
Whoosh.
Ye Zichen, who'd originally been in a cave, suddenly appeared in the middle of a battlefield. Rather than calling it a battlefield, it was more like a one-sided massacre.
"Jiuli Tribe, leave no one alive!"
Standing at the very front was the Yellow Emperor, who had gone berserk and was clad in armor. In his hand was the Xuan-Yuan Sword …
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
Blood flowed down the blade and dripped onto the ground, regardless of whether they were women or children, whether they surrendered or not …
The Yellow Emperor was like an executioner as he stood in front of the defenseless people. He disregarded their cries and screams as he raised his hand and chopped off their heads …
It was a terrifying coldness.
Not a single one was left.
That wasn't the only scene. Many other similar scenes happened after that. The Yellow Emperor was always at the very front. His sword killed both the enemies and the innocent Jiuli Tribesmen.
Meanwhile, Ye Zichen was like a bystander as he watched everything unfold before his eyes. It was just as the Yellow Emperor had said. Xuan-Yuan Sword had glory, but it also had countless sins.
For some reason, Ye Zichen went from being unable to bear it at the beginning to calm down at the end.
There were far too many innocent people in those scenes …
But he didn't feel like the Yellow Emperor did anything wrong.
The more he killed, the less likely the people around him would be harmed. He was indeed a merciless executioner …
But he protected his own tribesmen, and the land he wanted to protect.
Merely being invincible in terms of aura was the lowest form of fantasy. Could a few words protect the people he wanted to protect?
No!
Then I'll make my heart strong, and use my strength … to prove everything.
Whoosh.
When Ye Zichen returned from those scenes, he had changed. The most obvious change was in his eyes. At that moment, there was no longer any hesitation in his eyes. He had already confirmed what he wanted.
What he needed to pay after obtaining all of that?
He never lacked courage. What he lacked … was a blow to the head that would wake him up. Now that the blow had already appeared, there was no longer any reason for him to hesitate.
"It seems like you've already made your choice. My reincarnation … Protect your future."
The Yellow Emperor, who stood beside the Xuan-Yuan Sword, smiled, then silently disappeared from the stage.
Ye Zichen bowed towards the figure, then turned around and looked expressionlessly towards Xiang-jie, who was standing outside the stage.
"Come back!"
Ye Zichen's calm yet unquestionable tone caused Xiang-jie to raise her eyebrows. She stretched lazily, then smiled, "As expected of you.
Should I say, as expected of you? Are you ready? If you bring me out, there will inevitably be a bloodbath. At that time, the enemies you will encounter will not be this group of small fries. Are you really ready? Are you … not afraid anymore? "
"What's there to be afraid of?" Ye Zichen smiled. "I'll just kill anyone who gets in my way!"
Ye Zichen nodded slightly, while the smile on Xiang-jie's face grew brighter. Then, she turned into a sword spirit and entered the Xuan-Yuan Sword. At that moment, Ye Zichen also raised his hand and grabbed the Xuan-Yuan Sword, which bore the weight of countless glory and sins.
Fwoosh.
The ground shook.
Rocks continuously fell from the ceiling of the cave, but Ye Zichen stood proudly in place without a hint of fear, and looked at the blade in his hand.
"Hey, the new Yellow Emperor's reincarnation. Although we've already met, I still have to introduce myself. Xuan-Yuan Xiang, please take care of me in the future. "
Xiang-jie's laughter sounded out from the sword. Ye Zichen nodded, then replied, "Please take care of me in the future as well.
"I look forward to your guidance as well. However, there is one thing that I must remind you of."
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