In the Canglan Continent, the sky was blue and cloudless. It was clear as if it had been carefully washed.
The chaotic demonic aura that originally occupied all the continents in the Canglan Continent had disappeared without a trace. Even the Demon Suppression Fortress, which was first occupied by the Demon Clan, had clear skies.
The Demon Clan had been completely wiped out. However, there were still human martial artists guarding the Demon Suppression Fortress. They reorganized the Demon Suppression Army to guard the area and prevent the Demon Clan from opening another space tunnel.
This time, there were a total of ten titled Emperors guarding the fortress. It was enough to deal with any unexpected situation.
However, in some continents, there were still Demon Cultivators who were struggling at death's door.
The titled Emperors of the human race jointly issued a Demon Slaying Order. Righteous martial artists could obtain merits by killing Demon Cultivators. These merits could be used to exchange for cultivation techniques, martial arts, and even treasures. The rewards were very generous. Demon Cultivators became the target of scorn.
Chen Zong did not pay attention to all of this because he was in seclusion.
He refined a large number of blood pearls to improve his body refining cultivation.
Chen Zong refined the blood pearls that contained amazing power. His Qi and blood continued to strengthen, and so did his Dragon Power. Then, it nourished his bones, muscles, and organs. Waves of dragon roars came from Chen Zong's body. It was like thunder that shook heaven and earth.
When all the blood pearls were refined and absorbed, Chen Zong's body refining cultivation also stabilized.
Late-stage Dragon Power Realm Level 9.
The further he progressed, the harder it was to improve his cultivation. However, it was beyond Chen Zong's expectations to be able to reach Late-stage Dragon Power Realm Level 9.
His body trembled slightly, and the sound of bones and tendons rang out. It was like the sound of thunder from tigers and leopards. It spread in all directions and shook the void.
Tyrannical power filled his body, and the void rippled out layer by layer. It hit the hard walls all around and bounced back. The collision of the ripples created a storm in the secret cultivation room. In the center of the storm was Chen Zong.
"Suppress!" With a soft shout, the storm paused. Then, it blew away like a breeze and dissipated. The wind was calm and the waves were calm.
When he inhaled, there was a shocking whistling sound. It was like a whale sucking in water and a dragon swallowing clouds. The air in the secret cultivation room was instantly sucked in, turning it into a vacuum.
The air from the outside world immediately seeped in and replenished the air.
As he exhaled, the astonishing whistling sound became even more intense. It was like a thunderclap that swept up a hurricane, causing a series of explosions.
This breath contained an extremely terrifying power, as if it was going to blow up the secret room from the inside.
He inhaled like a whale and exhaled like a heavenly dragon.
It was obvious that Chen Zong's body and internal organs were strong.
Opening the closed door, the secret room was suddenly swept out by a turbulent storm, making whistling sounds.
"Now that the disaster of the Devil Race has been resolved, the Devil Path is struggling at death's door." Chen Zong narrowed his eyes and looked at the clear sky. The sky was clear, the earth was bright, and his mind was pure.
Most of his wish to return to the Canglan World had been accomplished. The only thing left was to return to the Eastern Land of Chaotian Island and reunite with his family.
This was Chen Zong's final wish. Once it was completed, he would be able to leave Blue Waves World without any regrets and return to Lingwu Holy World.
He bid farewell to his Master, the Lord of Blue Feather Mountain. As for his Eldest Senior Brother Tang Guao, he was now guarding the Demon Suppressing Fortress again. As for his Second Senior Brother Feng Shifui, he was searching everywhere for Devil Path experts to kill.
"Now, you have far surpassed me. Only you can walk the path in the future." The Lord of Blue Feather Mountain sighed with emotion.
When he had accepted Chen Zong as his disciple, he had taken a fancy to Chen Zong's talent and temperament. The Lord of Blue Feather Mountain believed that one day, Chen Zong might surpass him. However, it would take at least a hundred years.
A hundred years was the most conservative estimate.
He had never expected that after he had woken up from his coma, his disciple would have such astonishing achievements in less than twenty years.
The Supreme Jiandi of the Human Race!
A sword coming from the east repelled the Devil Race and defeated the Devil Path, becoming a supreme legend.
However, as his Master, he had not truly taught Chen Zong anything. He had to say that it was a kind of regret.
However, to Chen Zong, he respected this Master of Blue Feather Mountain from the bottom of his heart.
Back then, if his Master had not done his best, he would have died under the Devil Race's attack.
"Master, I'm leaving." Chen Zong left behind many things that were useless to him but useful to his Master. He knelt down and kowtowed three times before getting up and leaving.
Looking at Chen Zong's departing figure, the Lord of Blue Feather Mountain suddenly had a feeling that perhaps it would be difficult to see his disciple again in this lifetime.
This was a farewell.
Chen Zong was extremely fast. Like an aurora streaking across the sky, he flew rapidly out of the Canglan Continent. Soon, he had flown out of the Taiyuan Continent.
Not long after, Chen Zong saw a vast ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see. The deep blue ocean water was constantly fluctuating. Huge sea beasts wandered freely in the ocean, causing thousands of waves to rise.
Looking at the deep blue ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see, Chen Zong could not help but be immersed in his memories.
Many years ago, when he left Chaotian Island, he took Qing Chen's spiritual boat to the Canglan Continent. However, he encountered a fight with experts on the way. The spiritual boat was destroyed and he lost contact with Qing Chen. After experiencing life and death, he finally arrived at the Canglan Continent and began his journey as an expert.
Thinking of Qing Chen, Chen Zong felt a little regretful.
During the Devil Race's invasion, Qing Chen fought with the Devil Race and disappeared.
Perhaps he was dead, or perhaps something else. In short, Chen Zong made some inquiries but found nothing. Even the Qing Family did not know.
In his memories, Chen Zong did not slow down. Soon, he crossed the ocean and arrived at Chaotian Island.
After arriving at Chaotian Island, Chen Zong naturally went to the Zongzheng Sword Sect first.
This Sect could be considered as the beginning of his Sword Dao.
Chen Zong was already a founding member of the Zongzheng Sword Sect.
Chen Zong's return was celebrated by the entire Zongzheng Sword Sect. Otherwise, if Chen Zong had kept a low profile, the Zongzheng Sword Sect would have held a banquet to celebrate for seven days and seven nights.
After staying in the Zongzheng Sword Sect for half a day, Chen Zong could not hold back his desire to return home. He quickly left.
Crossing the Hundred Beast Mountain Range, Chen Zong's emotions were fluctuating. He was secretly excited.
…
His father, Chen Zhengtang, his concubine, his younger sister, Chen Chuyun, and other important people were still alive. Moreover, they were living well.
In the past, Chen Zong had defeated all of his powerful enemies, allowing the Chen Family to rebuild, take root, and monopolize a city for development. With the cultivation methods, martial arts, and resources left behind by Chen Zong, as well as the protection of the puppet experts, as well as the friends of the True Martial Sect's experts, these years, the Chen Family had been developing smoothly.
Now, the Chen Family was one of the most famous families on the Eastern Continent. Chen Zhengtang was a master of the True Martial Realm, and Chen Chuyun was also a master of the True Martial Realm. They were also famous sword masters on the Eastern Continent.
After returning home and seeing his family, Chen Zong relaxed completely. It was a kind of relaxation that came from the bottom of his heart and soul.
The wanderer had returned home, and the weary bird had returned to its nest.
Chen Zong was not a weary bird, because his martial arts and sword arts had just begun. He had just stepped on the road of becoming a master. It was more appropriate to describe Chen Zong as a young eagle spreading its wings.
However, the words "wanderer" vividly described Chen Zong's state of mind.
After several expansions, the Chen Family mansion had become very large. There were also pavilions, bamboo forests, and so on. The environment was beautiful. There was a lake in the bamboo forest. The lake water was green, and a leaf boat was gently floating on the lake.
A white figure was lying on the bamboo leaf boat. His hands were placed behind his head as a pillow. His eyes were half-closed, and he was looking at the sky. Clouds were floating in the sky. He was leisurely and free.
This was Chen Zong.
After returning home and reuniting with his family, Chen Zong put aside his cultivation for the time being. When he was free, he would lie here and let his body float on the water with the bamboo leaf boat, watching the clouds in the sky.
Chen Zong discovered that this actually had an obvious improvement to his mental state.
"Brother Zong." A cold voice with a bit of sharpness came from the shore.
"It's Sister Yun." Chen Zong slowly got up and looked at the tall figure on the shore with a smile. It was Chen Chuyun.
Long ago, Chen Chuyun taught Chen Zong how to practice swordsmanship. Strictly speaking, Chen Chuyun was Chen Zong's initiator in swordsmanship.
But now, Chen Zong was far ahead of Chen Chuyun, not only in cultivation, but also in swordsmanship. There was no comparison between the two of them.
Now that Chen Zong was back, and Chen Chuyun liked practicing swordsmanship, he naturally asked Chen Zong for help.
As his family, Chen Zong certainly would not be stingy. He tried his best to teach Chen Chuyun swordsmanship.
However, Chen Zong's level of swordsmanship was countless times higher than Chen Chuyun's. It was like comparing the sun to a firefly. If Chen Chuyun did not understand something that was too profound, not only would it not be of any help, but it might even have a negative effect and cause him to go mad.
But Chen Zong's level was extremely high. He quickly sorted out an effective method and explained it in simple terms, causing Chen Chuyun's swordsmanship to improve by leaps and bounds again.
This time, after Chen Chuyun digested and absorbed Chen Zong's guidance, he came again to ask for Chen Zong's guidance.
In this bamboo forest, in this lake, Chen Zong once again taught Chen Chuyun swordsmanship.
In terms of swordsmanship, Chen Chuyun was indeed somewhat talented.
Chen Zong knew that this kind of time and opportunity was very, very rare for him. Not long after, he would set off again and leave the Canglan World to return to the Spiritual Martial Sacred World. He would pursue an even higher path of cultivation and pursue an even higher path of the sword.
This was a rare opportunity, so he naturally had to seize every moment.
Time flew. In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
This was the last day.
Although he felt very happy to be with his family, Chen Zong also knew that this was not what he wanted.
After a short reunion, it was a long farewell.
Chen Zong did not know if he would have a chance to return to the Canglan World.
Maybe he could, but it would require a very, very powerful strength to be able to break through the boundary. At that time, Chen Zong did not know whether his father, Sister Yun, and the others would still be alive.
After all, the lifespan of the Real Martial Arts Realm was very limited, about 200 years. Even if they maintained their health, they could only live for another 20 or 30 years.
Knowing that Chen Zong was leaving, the atmosphere was a little serious.
"Son, eat more." Aunt Yun smiled at Chen Zong, her face full of kindness.
"Have a drink with me," Chen Zhengtang said in a deep voice.
Parents worried about their son traveling thousands of miles, not to mention that Chen Zong did not know how far he would go.
After the meal, Chen Zong chatted with his family until late at night.
"Father, Aunt Yun, Sister Yun, Sister Yun, I have to go." Chen Zong got up and said to them, although he was reluctant to part.
"Be careful." Chen Zhengtang raised his hand, but in the end, he put it down and said seriously.
"Brother Zong, remember to come back if you have the chance." Chen Chuyun smiled slightly, very reluctant to part.
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