Tian Yuan

Walking on the stone steps, a faint fluorescence attaches to the soles of your feet.

Looking up, it seemed as if I saw the figures of many sages of the human race. Starting from nothing, with fate as the guide, they slowly deduced the Taoism suitable for human practice.

The countless other ethnic groups are all blessed by Heaven. They are born with rich blood and energy, and are in harmony with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They can increase their strength by just breathing, without any need to grope around.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Chen Qingyuan maintained his pace and soon reached the halfway point of the mountain.

In a trance, he saw the scene of several human ancestors forging long swords, placing their will and carrying hope.

After a while, we reached the top of the mountain.

Chen Qingyuan had no mood to appreciate the scenery at the top of the mountain.

His attention was completely focused on the long sword stuck in the ground, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"It shouldn't be an illusion!"

Until this moment, Chen Qingyuan was still not sure and had doubts in his eyes.

Judging from my own abilities, it was not an illusion. However, because this matter involved serious consequences, I still had a trace of doubt and could not believe it.

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan's eyes were fixed on the sword, an indescribable wave of emotions surged in his heart, and his expression changed slightly.

Time seemed to have stopped, and it was extremely quiet.

"Zheng——"

Suddenly, the Zijun sword hidden in the body began to tremble again, this time it was particularly violent, and the sound of the sword chanting was heard, echoing in all directions.

The Emperor Sword hummed softly, bringing Chen Qingyuan back to his senses, and he subconsciously clenched his hands.

He transmitted his voice to the Zijun Sword, saying a few words to soothe it, and it gradually calmed down.

"clatter"

Keep calm and walk straight ahead.

On the edge of the cliff, there is a dull long sword, which has gone through many vicissitudes and has traces of mottled marks.

After hesitating for a while, Chen Qingyuan slowly stretched out his right hand, wanting to grasp the sword.

As he watched his hand getting closer and closer to the sword, his heart stopped suddenly. Fragments of scenes from ancient times flashed before his eyes. Time and space were confused and it was a dreamlike experience.

"clang!"

The next moment, the fingertips of his right hand touched the hilt of the sword, and then he gripped it tightly. A faint sword chant sounded, and it was unclear whether it came from the long sword or the Zijun Sword.

The extremely real touch, transmitted from the palm of his hand to his heart, caused Chen Qingyuan's body to tremble and he could hardly calm down.

Even when he obtained the imperial weapon, Chen Qingyuan's emotions did not fluctuate so much.

This sword is of extraordinary significance to the human race.

If observed with mortal eyes, it is just a treasure that barely crosses the list of holy weapons.

But in fact, this sword is not as simple as it seems.

After tens of millions of years, the sword still has not decayed. This alone is something that even the so-called imperial weapons cannot do.

Those immortal ancient clans' clan treasures can only survive the long years and protect the rhyme of Tao by relying on the nourishment of the clan's original power.

The sword is more than four feet long, the blade is narrow and straight, dark in color, and the surface is covered with a layer of time texture. It has no luster, as if it has fallen into a deep sleep.

A faint chill emanated from the hilt of the sword, spreading through the entire body and into the soul like billions of invisible threads.

"boom!"

Before Chen Qingyuan could take a few more looks at the sword in his hand, the space he was in began to collapse.

In just a few breaths, the small world shattered into countless pieces.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Qingyuan's consciousness was forcibly expelled.

"Soon-"

Instantly, the main body opened his eyes, his expression was solemn and his heartstrings were tense.

Looking around, I saw a dilapidated Taoist temple and a skeleton sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

As for his hands, they were empty.

"Illusion?"

There was an obvious look of loss on Chen Qingyuan's face, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy.

The surrounding forbidden barriers lifted automatically, perhaps because their power was exhausted, or perhaps because they were affected by unknown factors.

After looking deeply at the skeleton, Chen Qingyuan bowed to show his respect.

The bones have been preserved until now without turning into powder, so they must be extraordinary.

However, Chen Qingyuan did not have the slightest covetousness, only respect.

The remains of the ancestors of the human race must not be desecrated.

He glanced at every corner of the main hall of the Taoist temple again, and saw nothing else in it.

Perhaps, what I just experienced was just an extremely real illusion!

With a heavy heart, Chen Qingyuan planned to retreat outside.

To take a step back, even if the sword is hidden in the Taoist temple, it is impossible to search for it inside. This is out of respect for the ancestors of the human race.

Being able to see that historical scene is already a great gain.

Just as Chen Qingyuan turned around, a hoarse and kind voice seemed to ring in his ears: "I am Jingxu, a poor Taoist, and I have something to give to you, the layman."

In a flash, Chen Qingyuan turned around abruptly.

He saw a Taoist priest with a blurry figure standing next to the bones, with an old face and a head full of white hair.

The faint golden light on the surface of the bones all separated and gathered into a ball.

When the golden light faded, it turned into a long sword.

The cold light is flowing, and the momentum is overwhelming.

It is about four feet long and has a sharp blade.

"Zhengzhengzheng——"

The long sword hummed softly and floated slowly towards us.

Chen Qingyuan was slightly stunned and at a loss.

"Wow—"

A breeze blew in from outside the door, dispersing the figure of the old Taoist priest. It also turned the bones that had lost the Taoist patterns into nothingness and completely dissipated without leaving a trace.

This long sword floated in front of Chen Qingyuan. It really existed and was not an illusion.

Before Taoist Master Jingxu passed away, he used the fruit of his whole body to seal the last trace of his will. Later, Emperor Qiheng added a little power and placed the sword in the Taoist temple. With the special rules of proving the way, he was able to spend endless years.

"Human Emperor Sword."

The Qingshan world we just entered should be a test. During the process of climbing the stone steps, if one's heart of Taoism is shaken even a little, then one will not be qualified to control this sword.

In countless eras, some powerful human beings with extremely high luck may have come here, but unfortunately they were not destined to be here and failed to gain the recognition of the sages.

Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan was determined and reached the top without any surprise.

"Buzz!"

Chen Qingyuan grasped the Human Emperor Sword that floated before his eyes, as if he was in control of the entire world. His eyes were filled with excitement and he was speechless for a long time.

"Chong-"

This time, the Zijun Sword could no longer suppress it, and it left the body on its own, singing in the sky.

Judging only from the grade of the material, the Human Emperor Sword is a low-grade holy weapon.

However, the Emperor's Sword, which was made of countless precious stones and the emperor's blood and sweat, was obviously nervous and fearful when facing the Human Emperor's Sword.

"Don't be afraid, be quiet."

Chen Qingyuan clenched the Zijun Sword tightly in his left hand, and it quickly calmed down.

Then, he closed his eyes and took some time to digest the incident.

As soon as the thought came to mind, the Zijun sword entered the body.

He then tightened the Human Emperor Sword in his hand and performed a sword salute towards the direction where Taoist Master Jingxu sat in meditation, expressing his heartfelt respect.

Now that you have obtained this sword, you must shoulder the corresponding responsibilities.