Tian Yuan

As for that Taoist priest, he was respected by the world as the Imperial Teacher.

The Imperial Master and the Taoist temple were all sent to the Ninth Heaven by Emperor Qiheng, where they rest in peace without being disturbed. In the future, only those who are destined to be with them can enter the Taoist temple.

"Click——"

These historical scenes before my eyes slowly began to crack and then shatter.

Chen Qingyuan's consciousness went to a white chaotic space, which was empty and had nothing around.

I stood there in a daze, digesting the traces of time I had just seen, it was shocking.

"Emperor Master, Qi Heng..."

Tens of millions of years ago, the human race was enslaved for countless eras until the emergence of the Imperial Teacher. Things changed. Later, Emperor Qiheng completely turned the world around, restored order, and created a new world.

Even though Emperor Qiheng died later, the human race situation he built still did not collapse. It stood at the forefront of all races and was no longer bullied.

"The history of the human race in the ancient times turned out to be like this."

Everything that just happened was remembered firmly by Chen Qingyuan and was imprinted on his soul.

As the emperor's teacher, Taoist Master Jingxu laid the most precious foundation for the human race and gained thousands of years of development time. It was because of this that Emperor Qiheng could rise and become a legend.

"Gudong-"

A voice came from the right, interrupting Chen Qingyuan's thoughts, and he immediately turned around to look.

A corner of the space was torn open, and through the crack, some scenery could be vaguely seen.

Chen Qingyuan approached slowly and the scene inside became clear.

Qingfeng Temple, which has not yet been eroded by the laws of time, exists in the fragmented pictures of the past.

The grass is green and the walls are white.

There were two Taoists standing in the courtyard, one old and one young.

The old Taoist priest was carrying a sword and preparing to go down the mountain.

The young Taoist priest, who was about ten years old, followed closely, reluctant to leave: "Master, where are you going?"

The old Taoist priest looked down at the young man beside him, rubbed his head with his hand, and said kindly: "Go down the mountain and kill the monster."

It is said that a big monster came nearby and fed on humans. It could easily swallow hundreds of thousands of lives in one mouthful, causing countless killings.

The young Taoist priest asked again: "When will you come back?"

The old Taoist priest was silent for a long time, looking into the distance, and said very seriously: "Master may not come back. You have grown up and you have to rely on yourself in the future."

According to the information obtained, this monster is extremely powerful. Even if he risked his life, there is only a 30% chance that he would die together with it.

The success rate isn't high, but it's worth a try.

Some things have to be done by someone.

The little Taoist's eyes were red, and he tried hard not to let the tears fall. His voice gradually choked up: "I will practice hard and not embarrass Master."

The old Taoist priest lowered his eyebrows and took a look, then smiled with satisfaction: "You are so sensible."

After saying this, the old Taoist priest walked away with his sword on his back and disappeared into the horizon.

A few years later, a human cultivator came to Qingfeng Temple.

He took out the long sword and handed it to the young Taoist priest.

In addition, the human monks who came here also explained what was happening in the outside world.

The old Taoist priest used himself as bait to lure the big demon into the killing array. After an extremely brutal fight, they both died together, without leaving any body.

Only this sword was preserved. The human cultivators did not dare to covet it. They maintained the highest respect for it and sent someone to send it back to the Taoist temple.

"Farewell."

After completing the task, the monk bowed to the young Taoist priest to express his respect and gratitude, then turned and left.

Holding the long sword in both hands, the young Taoist priest had no expression on his face and no tears.

From then on, there was no old Taoist priest in Qingfeng Temple, only a Taoist priest named "Jingxu".

It is said that this sword was created by a certain sage of the human race with countless efforts. After many twists and turns, it fell into the hands of Taoist monks, and was finally passed on to Taoist Master Jingxu, and then to Emperor Qiheng.

This sword is no longer a simple killing weapon, but has become a token of trust.

"Human...Human Emperor Sword!"

Chen Qingyuan had only seen a few words in some ancient books, but through the historical scenes before his eyes, he could guess what this seemingly ordinary sword represented. His heart was pounding, his eyes were fluctuating, and his emotions were complicated and beyond words.

The legendary Human Emperor Sword actually exists!

What was unexpected was that this sword was not so gorgeous, nor was it a peerless treasure. It looked ordinary and barely made it to the category of holy weapons.

Although holy weapons are treasures in the mortal world, they are very common and can be taken out by any third-rate force.

“Perhaps, this is a kind of inheritance of will.”

In just a short moment, Chen Qingyuan understood the significance of the Human Emperor Sword. It did not need to be powerful or sharp, but it symbolized the human race's unyielding belief in not compromising with fate.

The sword is broken, but it can be repaired.

A sword that is broken can be remade.

As long as the faith lasts, the Human Emperor Sword will exist forever.

Things that transcend worldly definitions are not constrained by the laws of the universe.

"Zheng——"

Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan's body trembled slightly, and a sword chanting sound was heard.

The Zijun Sword hidden in the Taoist body seemed to be attracted by something, unable to calm down, and even wanted to leave the body on its own.

"how so?"

Chen Qingyuan tried to communicate with the Zijun Sword.

"Om-"

The Zijun Sword trembled a few times in response.

"Unexplained nervousness?"

Chen Qingyuan understood what Zijun Sword meant. His brows furrowed slightly, his expression solemn and thoughtful.

The Zijun Sword is a genuine imperial weapon, intact and with its Daoist charm. What on earth could make it so nervous?

After a long while, the fluctuations of the laws of the Zijun Sword finally subsided a little.

The reason is not difficult to guess, but I dare not guess it in this direction.

In the consciousness space, Chen Qingyuan once again looked at the scene inside the crack.

He discovered that the Taoist temple scene inside had disappeared, and instead, there was a very ordinary long sword inserted on the top of the green hill. Its luster was dull, and it was unknown how much time had passed and how much vicissitudes it had experienced.

"Could it be..." Chen Qingyuan's eyelids trembled, and he stared at the long sword in the crack, wanting to say something but stopping himself, not daring to continue speculating.

Is it a phantom of the past, or something that really exists?

Although Chen Qingyuan had sharp eyesight, he was a little unsure about this situation, and there was a hint of confusion in his surprised eyes.

"clatter"

Maybe Chen Qingyuan wanted to observe more closely, or maybe it was fate that guided him.

As this step was taken, one's consciousness entered the crack.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already at the foot of the green hills.

Looking up, you can see the top.

The long sword was stuck on the top of the mountain, as if waiting for the next destined person.

"If it's true..."

Even though Chen Qingyuan had experienced countless storms, he was still quite excited at this moment.

After calming down, I prepared to step onto the stone steps and walk to the top step by step.

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan seemed like a devout believer. With extremely sincere respect, every step he took was extremely steady, and his eyes were firm and unshakable.