Yang Xiao woke up, and so did Jiu Gongzi.
Ye Futian did not comfort them, and there was no way to do so. He could only let time heal the pain.
However, he did not leave. Yaya was still sitting in the sword eye, cultivating, and the giant sword fell behind her. Endless sword will and the sword will that emanated from the sword eye flowed through her body, seemingly cleansing her.
Ye Futian came behind the giant sword and levitated into the air. He placed his hand on the sword and closed his eyes. Then, he felt the sword matrixes.
The sword was psychic.
"Wuchen, Xu Que … this place is very suitable for you swordsmen to cultivate. Comprehend it well. This giant sword can be used to comprehend the way of the sword," Ye Futian said. "Other than that, this space is a space of rules. Everyone can take a good look at the power here and cultivate."
Just as the people of the holy lands had thought, this was definitely a holy land for cultivation. Yaya had also entered a strange state, and there was no need for him to leave in a hurry.
He wanted to see what changes would happen to Yaya.
He had some guesses before, and he thought that he was right, but now it seemed that he was not entirely right.
Perhaps he was still wrong.
Things were more serious than he had imagined. What the Village Chief had told him was still half-truths.
Everyone nodded. After experiencing the Nine State Forum, and now experiencing everything that had happened in the Nether Sword Mound, everyone had a deep understanding. Even those who had not yet entered the Sage Plane were almost a step away.
Between battles, between life and death, cultivators could deepen their understanding. This was why they came out to adventure.
Ye Futian looked up in the direction of the Nether Sword Mound. The death of the Chess Saint seemed to be the end.
But was there really an end to this matter?
It was not that simple. Why did the holy lands come?
Now, the holy lands had not achieved their goal, and they had suffered heavy losses.
After the people of the holy lands came out of the Nether Sword Mound, some stayed behind, while others returned to the holy lands. Tombkeeper Village seemed to have returned to its former peace.
But under this peace, there seemed to be undercurrents surging.
After a month, the cultivators of Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty came to Tombkeeper Village, and this time the lineup was much stronger than the last.
The Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty dispatched an elite Golden Phoenix Army, directly surrounding Tombkeeper Village.
At the same time, a dazzling phoenix carriage descended on Xihua Sacred Mountain in Huatian City of the Eastern State. Mighty ones from Xihua Sacred Mountain took to the air, intending to intercept it. However, when they saw the figure in the carriage, they could not help but step aside, allowing the other party to enter the Sacred Mountain.
In the Sacred Mountain, Saint Xihua and the Rain Saint were playing chess. At that moment, a carriage descended from the sky, and the Great Zhou Sacred King stepped out. His expression was cold and sharp, and he looked very majestic. He stared at Saint Xihua coldly and said, "You should have known what Liu Zong had done before.
The Rain Saint and the Chess Saint gave their seats, and Saint Xihua said, "Please Emperor, Tian.
The Great Zhou Sacred King's eyes were golden as he stared at the other, and then he sat opposite Saint Xihua.
"Sacred King, to achieve something, there must be sacrifices. The Chess Saint was trapped in the matrix, and he is the one who knows the Nether Sword Mound best. Saving the Chess Saint means that he owes us a life. Moreover, the Chess Saint has promised us something, and with the Nether Sword Mound, there will be nothing left for the Sky Saint and the Glass Saint in the Eastern State." Saint Xihua said, "Don't you want to restore the glory of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty?"
"Do you not have selfish motives for hiding this from me?" the Sacred King said coldly.
"I promised on the Sacred Mountain that Liu Zong would be the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty's consort, and we would work together to create a stronger Eastern State. Other than the possibility of some sacrifices, what else is there to hide?" Saint Xihua said, "It's a pity that we failed this time. I believe that the Great Zhou Sacred King now knows the situation of the Nether Sword Mound. It is a true holy land for cultivation, and it has the Nether Sword Matrix. Liu Zong's plan almost succeeded, but it was ruined."
A sharp light flashed in the Great Zhou Sacred King's eyes. He also knew that Ye Futian had activated the Nether Sword Matrix and killed the Chess Saint in the Nether Sword Mound, almost causing the people of the Nine States to lose their lives there.
The people of the Barren State first stirred up a storm in the Nine State Forum, and then dominated the Nether Sword Mound. It was really ironic.
The Barren State, which was almost forgotten, had done what they wanted to do but could not.
The Great Zhou Sacred King did not say anything, but the coldness from his body was threatening.
"I know that the Great Zhou Sacred King is protective, and the Golden Phoenix Army is made up of people of the Great Zhou Royal Family, but there were also cultivators of Xihua Sacred Mountain who were sacrificed this time, and they were also important figures. Liu Zong's actions were more or less measured." Saint Xihua continued, "If the Great Zhou Sacred King still holds a grudge, the subsequent matters will be left to the Sacred King to deal with.
The Great Zhou Sacred King glanced at Saint Xihua and said, "Very well."
As he said this, he rose into the air, returned to the phoenix carriage, and then left.
Saint Xihua looked at the departing figure of the Great Zhou Sacred King and smiled. The Great Zhou Sacred King was still the Great Zhou Sacred King after all, and his personality had never changed.
"This Great Zhou Sacred King is a little arrogant," the Rain Saint beside him said.
"It's normal. After all, we did not tell him everything, so the Great Zhou Sacred King will not easily believe me," Saint Xihua said.
"Are we really letting the Great Zhou Sacred King handle the aftermath?" the Rain Saint asked again.
"I have a feeling that the Village Chief of Tombkeeper Village is not simple." Saint Xihua said, "Did the two sword saints under the command of the Sword Saint of the Void really die?"
The Rain Saint's eyes flashed, but Saint Xihua continued, "Look, with the Great Zhou Sacred King's way of doing things, no matter what secrets there are in Tombkeeper Village, they will not be able to hide."
…
More and more people came to Tombkeeper Village, and the Sword Matrix of the Void reappeared in the world. All the holy lands sent people to this remote place where the four states intersected.
Tombkeeper Village had never seen such a grand occasion, and many people were very worried. As the Village Chief said, Tombkeeper Village was facing a crisis of life and death.
It had been several months since the fall of the Chess Saint, and many people from the holy lands of the Nine States lamented that a cultivator of the Saint Plane had died such an unjust death.
Now, the entrance of the Nether Sword Mound had been occupied by people from the holy lands, but no one dared to enter the Nether Sword Mound. They all knew what happened a few months ago, and almost no one was able to get out. It was the Sword Matrix of the Void that was activated, and the matrix disappeared for a short moment, which gave them the chance to escape, but they were still almost killed by the aftermath of the Sword Matrix of the Void.
On this day, above the sky, a dazzling phoenix carriage descended in a mighty manner. Suddenly, one figure after another rose into the air, all wearing gorgeous golden phoenix robes, and bowed to the person who came from the void.
"Greetings, Sacred King."
A solemn voice sounded above Tombkeeper Village, making the hearts of the villagers tremble.
A cultivator of the Saint Plane had come to Tombkeeper Village.
Great Zhou Sacred King walked out of the carriage and looked down below. Many people from the holy lands cupped their hands and said, "Greetings, Sacred King."
When seeing a saint, even if he was from a holy land, it was normal to bow.
Great Zhou Sacred King nodded and shrouded Tombkeeper Village with his will, then looked in one direction.
With one step, his figure turned into a golden light and disappeared. The carriage headed in the direction where the golden light disappeared, following Great Zhou Sacred King.
Outside the courtyard where the Village Chief of Tombkeeper Village was, many people were standing guard.
At this moment, a beam of light shone down, and Great Zhou Sacred King landed directly above the old Village Chief, looking at him.
"I did not expect the Sacred King to come in person," the old Village Chief looked at Great Zhou Sacred King and said, but there was not much respect in his tone.
Great Zhou Sacred King's eyes shone with a sharp golden light, as if to penetrate everything. A terrifying power descended upon the old Village Chief. The old Village Chief frowned, but his expression did not change much. He stared at Great Zhou Sacred King and said, "What is the meaning of this, Sacred King?"
"As expected, he's not simple." Great Zhou Sacred King said coldly. He then landed in front of the old Village Chief and asked, "Who is that girl? What kind of sword is that? "
"If you want to know, Holy King, just enter the Nether Sword Mound yourself. I have never been inside, so how would I know?" the Village Chief said lightly.
"I heard that the Sword Saint of the Void had two great sword slaves, both of whom were of the Saint Plane. Where are they now?" The Great Zhou Sacred King continued, "Are they opposite me, or are they in the Nether Sword Mound?"
The old Village Chief stared at the Great Zhou Sacred King. What a show-off. No wonder he was the Sacred King of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty. He was high and mighty, the Lord of the Sacred Dynasty. He ruled over endless territories and was worshipped by all.
"If you don't say it and they don't come out, do you think they'll be fine?" The Great Zhou Sacred King said coldly, "This time, many people from the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty died in the Nether Sword Mound."
"What does it have to do with Tombkeeper Village?" the old chief asked.
"It has something to do with that girl and that sword." The Great Zhou Sacred King said coldly. He then turned around to look at the people of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty and said coldly, "You've been here for so many days. What have you done?"
"Holy King, we've investigated all the people in the village. Many of them are very powerful. The Village Chief's level is unknown, so no one knows. The girl's parents are ordinary people who don't know much about cultivation," the person next to him bowed and said.
"Have you taken them?" the Great Zhou Sacred King asked.
"Anytime." The person next to him bowed.
"Can you make them come out on their own?" the Sacred King asked the old Village Chief coldly.
"You are the Great Zhou Sacred King, and yet you threaten the lives of ordinary people to the younger generation?" The old Village Chief looked at the Sacred King coldly.
"Threaten?" The Great Zhou Sacred King stared at the old Village Chief with extremely sharp eyes and said, "Do I, the Great Zhou Sacred King, need to threaten you?"
"Cut."
A cold voice shook the heavens and the earth. It was filled with murderous intent, causing the expressions of everyone in the Tombkeeper Village to change drastically and their hearts to tremble.
"Yes, Sacred King." A response was heard from afar. Then, two screams were heard from somewhere.
The Village Chief's expression turned extremely cold all of a sudden as he stared at the figure before him.
The people from all holy lands were also secretly shocked. This was the Sacred King of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty.
"I'll ask you again. Are they coming out or not?" the Sacred King stared at the old Village Chief and said.
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