My Transformed System is Toxic

Chapter 204 Inheritance
A gleam of light flashed in Shi Lan's eyes. According to Sword Emperor Guiyun, this world seemed to have its own consciousness.

Speaking of which, her understanding of the invisible existence of Tiandao is very limited.

"The cataclysm of annihilation, although terrifying, has a glimmer of life. Perhaps it is heaven and earth, which still cannot bear the creatures it breeds, or it may be to leave a little room."

Guiyun Sword Emperor looked melancholy, "This sliver of vitality gives the living beings the possibility to step into the emperor's rank."

"In order to repay this ray of life given by heaven and earth, most of the powerhouses above the emperor level will return to their homeland when their lifespan is about to expire, and return their cultivation base to heaven and earth."

"This is the connection between all spirits and heaven and earth in the eyes of the world."

"But my opinion is a little different. The Great Calamity of Extermination is not so much a catastrophe as it is a test. It is the test of Lingyang Tiandao for living beings."

A smile appeared in the sword emperor's eyes.

"I have traveled to the heavens, and I have had contact with the heavens in all worlds. In these worlds, I have never seen a world like Lingyang Realm, with such a heavy bondage. The threshold of leaving the world is high. horrible."

"In some worlds, mortals have no power to restrain chickens, but they can still explore the starry sky with giant steel ships that are similar to magic weapons, and they can even use them to shatter the stars with imperial power.

My emperor level in the Lingyang Realm can already dominate a star field in the universe, but for the Lingyang Realm, I just got the qualification to pass. "

"The Great Calamity of Heaven's Annihilation may be a test for the creatures in Lingyang Realm, so I always think that the way of heaven is sentient."

Shi Lan listened silently, somewhat puzzled why Sword Emperor Guiyun wanted to tell her this.

Guiyun Sword Emperor hung down the long sword in his hand, stood leaning on the sword, and spoke in a leisurely manner.

"The living beings step into the emperor's level, and after polishing their own way to perfection, they evolve the small world into a real world, and replace the way of heaven with their own way, before they can step into the emperor's realm."

"The way of heaven in Guiyun Realm is derived from my way of swallowing several worlds, and I have integrated it into the inheritance. If you want to accept the inheritance, you must carry my sword way."

The Sword Emperor let go of the long sword standing on the ground, and the long sword slowly floated in front of Shi Lan.

"My kendo is not necessarily suitable for you. It may even hinder you in your own martial arts. Therefore, I will give you a chance to choose whether to accept the inheritance."

"If you are willing to accept the inheritance, then hold the sword hilt."

After saying this, Sword Emperor Guiyun stopped speaking and fell silent.

"Shi Lan, although it's a pity, I think you'd better give up this inheritance."

The reincarnation that had been silent for a long time had a movement.

"Your future should not be bound by your predecessors. This inheritance may have a serious impact on the upper limit of your future."

Shi Lan caressed the sword marks on his arm that had almost disappeared, and pondered.

Wuxu stood aside, just staring at the sword emperor's divine sense, without saying a word.

"If you can't make a choice, then hold on to the hilt of your sword, and I can give you a chance to repent."

After Shi Lan was silent for a long time, Sword Emperor Guiyun spoke again, giving her a little leeway.

Breathing out lightly, Shi Lan raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword without hesitation.

The words have come to this point, and there is no point in entanglement.

hum-

The hilt of the sword in her hand trembled slightly, and a burst of inexplicable things rushed into her mind.

Shi Lan's consciousness began to drowsy, and memory fragments flashed through her mind rapidly.

……

"Yun'er, do you want to practice martial arts?"

In a withered courtyard, the autumn wind was rustling, and the eyes of a middle-aged man in a rough jacket were full of weary openings.

The boy who had just turned six years old nodded in confusion. He wanted to ask his mother where he had gone and when he would be back, but he didn't know how to ask.

"Okay, then Daddy will teach you..."

The middle-aged man picked up the boy and walked out of the courtyard.

In just a few years, the boy has grown into a teenager. At the age of 12, he reached the peak of the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering Realm, and his reputation has spread thousands of miles.

Due to his father's strict order, the young man rejected the olive branches offered by countless sects, and one of them was even recruited by a powerful one, so he got a reputation of being arrogant and defiant.

The boy didn't care about this, and just concentrated on practicing the martial arts taught by his father.

In the next year, the young man became a congenital, and got his first weapon in his life, a long sword, four feet three inches long, with a cool hilt.

Along with the long sword, there is also an unnamed sword manual and a word from his father.

"On the way of martial arts, there are thorns and thorns. What you hold in your hand is a soldier who kills life. When you fight against the enemy, you can break your body and never lose your sword. You have to treat the sword as a part of you and melt into your soul!"

The young man kept it in his heart, studied the sword scriptures every day, and slept with the sword at night.

Suddenly one day, my father disappeared.

The boy searched for thousands of miles, but he didn't find any trace of his father.

Half a year later, my father came back with a box of ashes. He was dozens of years old and had gray hair. He was terminally ill within a few days of his return.

As he was dying, his father reconciled with the teenager what happened in the past half a year, and the experience in the first half of his life.

When my father was young, he had several brothers, and they were life-and-death friends who had saved lives.

For unknown reasons, these close friends died one after another in the wilderness.

Later, when the father was investigating the cause of his best friend's death, he met the boy's mother.

Getting married and having children is a matter of course.

When the boy was six years old, his father found out the real culprit who caused the death of his best friend, but he was caught in a dilemma.

Because the real murderer is from the young mother's family.

By mistake, his wife became a life-and-death acquaintance, and his father fell into a quagmire.

Seeing that he was still unwilling to let go of his grudge, his wife left angrily.

After struggling for several years, he finally chose to recover this blood debt.

After ensuring that the boy had the power to protect himself, his father left to resolve this old grievance.

The wife stopped in front of the clan gate, forced her to die, and finally committed suicide in front of his eyes.

During the First World War, he killed all the high-level officials of his wife's family, but he did not kill the roots, leaving behind a legacy of incense.

"This is a grievance from the previous generation, and it has nothing to do with you. Father only hopes that you can be a swordsman who is not restrained by others, and enjoy the world."

The boy listened to his father's last words silently, with a calm expression.

A few days later, the teenager buried his father and mother separately, left the dilapidated house, and traveled around the world.

Not long after leaving home, the boy was robbed and killed, and the remnants of his mother's family extended their hatred to him.

The young man didn't show mercy at all, he held the sword steadily, and killed all those who robbed and killed.

What the father said on his deathbed, the grievances and grievances of the previous generation should end with the previous generation, and the young man followed his words.

But now that these people came here to rob and kill him, it became his own grievance.

The young man found his mother's family and cut the grass and roots without any hesitation.

The first sentence of the Wuming Sword Canon is 'if you can't practice swords, you can't become a qualified swordsman'.

His father's expectation was to let him become a swordsman, and he didn't want to violate it, so these people must die.

Otherwise, he would be uneasy and unable to concentrate on practicing sword...

(End of this chapter)