The sudden sprinkling of red light startled Nan Zheng. What happened next terrified her even more.
A faint energy came out from the bottom of the godly statue, shrouding the entire ruined temple.
The silver bells on her body were ringing crisply even though there was no wind.
Who was employing the tribal magic? How could it be so powerful?
Nan Zheng was more afraid that the ringing of the bells might alert the Great Grandmaster in the black coffin. What if the Great Grandmaster vented his anger on her?
Squeaking!!! The lid of the black coffin was moved open slowly, revealing a small crack.
Nan Zheng spun her head around and almost fainted.
It was unclear when a person had appeared in front of the black coffin.
It was a small child, wearing a button-down shirt with his hair combed into a bun. He was thin and small, his face pale.
The child reached his hand into the air and picked up the faint energy. He brought it to his nose and smelled it, saying in an old voice, "It's the smell of a fake god."
Soon, the faint aura disappeared.
The child didn't do anything. He sat on the coffin, looking in the direction of Aoyama in the distance.
Nan Zheng's face was even paler than his, wondering what this thing was and what the hell it was.
The child seemed to know what was on her mind, saying, "You're right. I'm the sword ghost. You can call me the child of the sword ghost."
Nan Zheng of course knew what the sword ghost was, but it was impossible for such a sword ghost to exist in this world.
Neither the sword ghost nor the yuanying had their own intelligence or soul before their true bodies disappeared; but it was evident that the child sitting on the coffin was different.
"Guard me well. Don't let those wild animals wake me up."
Having said this, the child of the sword ghost drifted up, disappearing into the dark mountains.
It wasn't until a long while later that Nan Zheng calmed down a bit. She came to the front of the black coffin with stiff steps, and peered nervously into the crack.
Nan Qü's skinny body was still in the coffin, devoid of any energy, as if he had died a long time ago.
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There was a gentle slope in front of the Shui Yue Nunnery, at the foot of which stood a huge peach tree, the petals falling down like raindrops in the wind. Two young girls were talking under the peach tree.
"My mastery of the Heaven and Man Connection is too poor. The abbess has just divined for someone a few days ago. She will need another half a year before she can do it again. It has been a long time since the Grand Supreme Elder received any visitors."
Zheng Tao felt quite apologetic after refusing three times in a row. She said with a slightly red face, "Big Sister Guo Dong has a strange temperament. She is recuperating from her wound, so I don't dare send a message …"
Back in Zhaoge City, Mo Xi of Shui Yue Nunnery colluded with Bulao Lin in an attempt to assassinate Zhao Layue. After the assassination failed, her limbs were chopped off by Guo Dong and thrown in front of the Zhao Manor House.
Mo Xi was still alive. She was raised in a village on the other side of the mountain. People from the nunnery would visit her occasionally.
Zhen Tao had heard her big sisters describe her terrible condition, so she was quite afraid of Big Sister Guo Dong.
"I'm fine," Bai Zao said with a smile.
She had already guessed who Guo Dong was, so she wouldn't force Zheng Tao.
The reason she came to the Shui Yue Nunnery this time was because of the request from the senior master Guo Dong.
Back then, Pei Baifa fell into the ocean and died, and Su Ziye betrayed He Zhan. But the scheme of the West Ocean wasn't over yet.
Through Big Brother Tong Yan, Zhao Layue learned of the senior master Guo Dong's hope for her. So she wanted to come to the Shui Yue Nunnery to see her and ask the senior masters of the nunnery to predict the future of this trip.
It was fine if she couldn't predict the future; it was better for her to try her best.
She hoped that her big brother was doing well.
Bai Zao bid farewell to Zheng Tao and turned to head down the mountain. When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, she found a few flower petals falling on her shoulder.
She suddenly recalled that there was a begonia tree in the courtyard of the Jing House in Zhaoge City, and Jing Jiu looked at her in the rain of flower petals in the study room, seemingly appreciating her.
After this matter was settled, the threat to Aoyama would be eliminated, and the Cultivation circle would be peaceful. Jing Jiu, who was so lazy, should be happy about it.
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A white line appeared on the blue West Ocean.
Tong Yan was walking on the surface of the ocean.
Jing Jiu didn't forget his promise to him. He brought the Green Sky Mirror to the Three-Thousand Nunnery outside Dayuan City, and then asked the old nun to let him out.
The Green Sky Mirror wasn't tied to Tong Yan's back; was it placed in a special spatial magic treasure?
If so, why didn't he use it when he was at the Guocheng Temple and on the Cold Mountain?
Dozens of white lines appeared in the sky.
The disciples of the Western Sea Sword School arrived by riding their swords and brought him to the Fallen Immortal Island.
He could see the endless blue ocean and the thousand-year waves through the huge window by the cliff's edge.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean turned to Tong Yan and asked expressionlessly, "What did you use to throw yourself to me?"
"The Green Sky Mirror," replied Tong Yan.
This was an answer that anyone could think of.
Without a magic treasure of the heavenly state, who would be willing to pay the price of being suspected by the Zhongzhou School?
"What do you want?" asked the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
"Stay alive," replied Tong Yan.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean said, "If you didn't steal the Green Sky Mirror, you could still stay alive at the Zhongzhou School and live a good life there. So this reason is not valid."
Those who weren't good at scheming didn't mean that they weren't smart; it was just that people like him and Jingyang didn't want to be distracted by their Cultivation.
If Tong Yan couldn't give him a suitable reason, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean wouldn't mind killing him and sending his head to the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
"So I won't give the Green Sky Mirror to you."
Tong Yan continued, "I heard that a copy of the Mysterious Supreme Magic is at the West Ocean. I'll ask the mirror spirit to come out and meet you after I've mastered it."
How could he stay alive? He couldn't count on other sects to take him in; all he could do was improve his Cultivation state as quickly as possible.
Though Tong Yan's request was quite reasonable, the compensation he offered sounded a bit too little.
Yet, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean displayed an appreciative expression, saying, "You're much better than Lo Huainan."
In his Cultivation state, it was meaningless to comprehend the Dao in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror; the most valuable thing was the mirror spirit.
If the spirit of the Green Sky Mirror was the true spirit of the heavenly state, she would be the only one in Chaotian for tens of thousands of years.
This kind of new life form could bring many inspirations and opportunities to the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, who had already reached the top of his Cultivation state.
Tong Yan was locked in the stone room on Shaoming Island. Besides the clean water, there was only a copy of the copy of the Mysterious Supreme Magic in the stone room.
He would be able to leave when he learned the Mysterious Supreme Magic.
Strangely enough, Tong Yan didn't open the copy right away. Instead, he stared blankly at the stone wall, as if he had heard something.
It was the same as when he heard Qing 'er calling for help while staring at the stone wall in the manor cave left by Lo Huainan a few years ago.
Qing 'er flew out from his sleeve and flew around the narrow stone room a few times. "It's safe here," she commented contentedly.
Tong Yan was still staring at the stone wall.
Qing 'er flew back to Jing Jiu's shoulder and sat on his shoulder. "But the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean is so powerful, and he looks so greedy. What if he wants to rob me when we meet?" she asked worriedly.
Tong Yan kept staring at the stone wall without saying a word.
An invisible map appeared in front of his eyes.
This map was not a real one, but a memory in his mind.
As the second best chess player in the world, Jing Jiu also had an unimaginable memory.
The map was drawn by Su Ziye. The densely packed words on the map were all kinds of formations and mechanisms. The red line on the map led to a hidden manor cave on Shaoming Island.
Tong Yan suddenly took off his clothes and walked to the front of the stone wall, starting to dig a hole.
Qing 'er covered her face with her small hands hastily. "Are you going to escape?" she asked Jing Jiu through the gaps between her fingers.
The Great Formation of the mountain gate of the Western Sea Sword School was far away, and the defensive formation of Shaoming Island was outside. As long as he didn't dig outside, he wouldn't have to worry about triggering the formation.
But if he didn't dig outside, he wouldn't be able to escape even if he dug for the rest of his life.
"I'm going to a place," said Tong Yan.
After a few years, Tong Yan started to dig a hole again.
But it would take him much less time to dig a hole this time; it was because he was quite familiar with this kind of work, and the place he was going to was on Shaoming Island, not far from here.
There was no light in the tunnel he dug, so he couldn't tell whether it was day or night.
Tong Yan crawled out from the underground.
Qing 'er moved faster than Jing Jiu. She circled around the manor cave a few times and made sure there were no traps or magic treasures to spy on her. "It's safe … but there's a strange thing," she said.
Tong Yan walked to the deep end of the manor cave and looked at the sword.
The sword was long and thin, with a cold and faint energy. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary sword. It was the First Child Sword.
Looking at the sword, Qing 'er exclaimed in surprise, "This sword is really good!"
It could be said that this was the best sword she had ever seen, only slightly inferior to Jing Jiu's.
Yet, she didn't like Jing Jiu, the bad guy.
Tong Yan remained silent while looking at the First Child Sword.
Eight hundred years ago, Nan Qü returned to Chaotian. It was this First Child Sword that killed many swordsmen and sneak-attacked the Immortal Daoyuan of the Aoyama Sect.
The Immortal Daoyuan destroyed Nan Qü's Dao Tree and took the First Child Sword from him. Later, it ended up in the Royal Palace for some reason.
The Emperor gave the First Child Sword to Zhao Layue through Jin Mingcheng. In Guiyun City, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui joined hands to kill Lo Huainan, and they used this sword.
Later, this sword was taken by Liu Shisui, and then taken away by Xiwang Sun. Unexpectedly, the Emperor had left a mark on this sword.
Pei Baifa came out from behind closed doors in the rainstorm and wounded Xiwang Sun severely with the First Child Sword.
The First Child Sword fell into the mortal world and was taken away by Guo Dong. She gave it to Tong Lu in the vegetable garden of the Baotong Zen Temple.
In the end, Tong Lu died, and the First Child Sword returned to the West Ocean.
This sword had too many legendary stories.
Strangely enough, Tong Yan happened to know all the stories about the First Child Sword in recent years, and some of them were even related to him.
What kind of new story was he going to write with this First Child Sword?
However, the First Child Sword had the mark left by the Emperor and the forbidding formation set up by the Godly Swordsman. He couldn't erase either of them, so he couldn't take them away.
Why did he come here then? Did he just want to take a look?
Qing 'er shot him a glance.
Tong Yan didn't say anything. He walked to a corner and sat down, waiting.
He didn't know how long he would have to wait.
Maybe ten days, or many years.
But it didn't matter.
It would be like that year.
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There was a bigger manor cave a few miles away from the manor cave where Tong Yan was hiding.
These two manor caves were the most important places on Shaoming Island.
Yin San and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect walked into the manor cave. Looking at the books around, they were certain that the center of the formation was hidden in the manor cave.
Next, they had to find the First Child Sword.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect walked to the front of the stone wall and was about to dig a hole.
Looking at his withering right hand, Yin San said calmly, "No need."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said contentedly, "Immortal, you don't have to worry about triggering the formation. I'm good at digging holes."
It was true that the person who was good at digging holes was never Tong Yan.
In terms of speed, he was not as good as Jing Jiu.
In terms of accuracy and familiarity, how could he compare to the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, who had been forced into hiding by the Sword Formation of Aoyama and had been digging holes for more than three hundred years?
Yin San pulled back his right hand and said with a faint smile, "No need to dig. When the center of the formation is broken, we'll walk over and take it away."
From the perspective of scheming, he was the best at digging holes in this world.
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(Something went wrong with the chapter I updated yesterday, so I posted it on my cell phone at the last minute. As a result, my acceptance speech was lost. I'm so angry. I'm happy today, so I took my niece to go skiing. Of course, I'm writing in the hotel. On this happy occasion, I'd like to sing a song: Hey, hey, hey, yeah, I'm the best at digging holes!)
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