Chapter 190: Chapter 145: 3rd Life: Ten Thousand Demon Realm, Ancient Secrets!_2
So, the White-clothed Sword God has cultivated the Essence, Qi, and Spirit to perfection, and transcended them to an unbelievable level!
Especially his swordsmanship, which is almost akin to the Dao, indistinguishable from the Heaven and Earth Laws.
Even with Lu Yuan’s talent and comprehension, he could not grasp the mystery of this sword.
What’s worse.
This sword not only possesses unparalleled power, but it also creates its own world, capable of exiling and imprisoning the enemy!
Lu Yuan looked around, not knowing where he was, and there was no visible way out or hope.
He could only attach his last shred of Divine Thought firmly to the surface of the Immortal Seed, trying to absorb all the energy around him, and strengthen himself as much as possible.
Fortunately, although this realm was devoid of people, it was filled with endless Five Elements Energy and Chaos Qi.
Lu Yuan embraced the divine and guarded unity, sitting and watching the sun rise and set, the sea changing, comprehending the Ten Thousand Techniques of the world, and gradually forgetting the passage of time.
During this process, his Immortal Seed became more and more solid.
No one knows how much time passed.
Perhaps it was billions of years, or maybe just a moment.
Nurtured by the endless Chaos Qi, the Immortal Seed turned from illusion to reality, and finally took shape!
His body suddenly shook, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself still standing in the same place!
"I’m back again?"
Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar surroundings of the Human Emperor’s Palace, and the just-lowered finger of the White-clothed Sword God, Lu Yuan felt a sense of bewilderment and unreality as if a lifetime had passed.
Everything he had just experienced was so real that he couldn’t distinguish if it was an illusion or if he had truly been through a reincarnation of ten thousand ages!
"You’re awake?"
The White-clothed Sword God looked at Lu Yuan in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to wake up so quickly.
That move just now seemed ordinary and simple, yet it embodied the simplicity of the grand Dao, exhausting all the transformations of the world’s Daoist Skills.
His swordsmanship could either advance forward with unstoppable momentum, splitting the heavens and the earth.
Or it could replay the universe, banishing the soul of a Martial Cultivator.
If one’s will is not firm, they will be utterly lost within, never able to return.
Even many Ninth Grade Celestial Human Strong Persons often needed several breaths to react.
And in that moment, it was already enough for him to kill the enemy countless times.
Yet Lu Yuan, a mere Sixth Grade Divine Sea Martial Cultivator, could break free from his illusion in an instant; such talent and determination were truly astonishing.
Even the strongest like the White-clothed Sword God were shocked by it!
"Is it because of that Immortal Seed?"
The White-clothed Sword God’s gaze was as sharp as a sword, seemingly able to see through Lu Yuan’s body to the Immortal Seed in his Sea of Qi.
Lu Yuan, as a mere mortal, was able to carve out his path in these latter days of a severed Immortal Path.
With his ability and talent, perhaps he really could seize a ray of hope.
"You have passed my test."
"From today onwards, you are the seventh-generation Human Emperor of the Human Race!"
The figure of the White-clothed Sword God became more and more illusory; the sword just now had exhausted all his energy and origin.
As he was about to disappear, he handed a Black Iron Seal to Lu Yuan.
The surface of the seal was engraved with birds and beasts, ancient scripts like bird seal script and worm seal script.
And above it were eight large characters.
"Passing the torch, the Human Race shall prosper forever!"
This was the supreme holy artifact of past Human Emperors.
The Human Emperor Seal!
When Lu Yuan took the Human Emperor Seal, he felt an immense heaviness, as if he had received a mountain from the hands of the White-clothed Sword God!
Yet the White-clothed Sword God seemed relieved, as if he had laid down a burden of ten thousand pounds and responsibility.
The Human Race was declining, the Heavenly Dao was waning.
The sixth-generation Human Emperor, Daoist Zixiao, had died prematurely, taken before he could grow, strangled in the cradle by those of the Demon God Palace.
If he hadn’t personally retrieved the body and the Human Emperor Seal, this emblem of the Human Emperor would have fallen into alien hands.
However, Lu Yuan blinked, feeling a bit puzzled; was the first-generation Human Emperor’s legacy just this iron lump?
Where were the promised Immortal Soul and Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword Technique?
Moreover, the source of the Alien Demons wasn’t explained either.
And that Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword was, without a doubt, a Supreme Treasure!
"Senior Sword God, do you have other things to pass on to the junior?" Lu Yuan hurriedly asked, looking at the White-clothed Sword God, who was about to dissipate.
But the White-clothed Sword God glared at him without amusement: "Those who imitate me die, each Human Emperor has their own Dao and Skill."
"Since you have already condensed the Immortal Seed and found your own path, why covet my swordsmanship?"
"You’re joking, Senior, the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword Technique is unparalleled, once awe-inspiring to countless Alien Demons. The junior is only worried that this unparalleled swordsmanship will be lost."
Lu Yuan’s words seemed to touch the heart of the White-clothed Sword God.
He opened the Celestial Sect with his sword and courted a catastrophic disaster.
As a sinner of the Demon Martial World, he originally intended to carry his life’s work into the grave.
Yet Lu Yuan’s words made him change his mind.
He had been obsessed with Sword Dao since he was a child, and the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword Technique was the condensation of his lifetime’s efforts and insights.
It didn’t matter if he died, but if this unparalleled swordsmanship was completely lost, it would be too regrettable.
With these thoughts.
The White-clothed Sword God suddenly extended a finger, touching Lu Yuan’s brow.
A great deal of information and insights surged into Lu Yuan’s mind like a tide.
And the figure of the White-clothed Sword God exhausted all its energy, disappearing into the air.
"I am eternally grateful for the kindness of all seniors,"
Gazing at the six statues in the palace, Lu Yuan solemnly clasped his fists in salute, feeling a mournful regret and sigh in his heart.
These six Human Emperors were unparalleled celestial prides and strongest beings, yet in the end, they faded away in a cold palace.
Even their feats and names were forgotten by most of the world.
"Passing the torch, the Human Race shall prosper forever."
"The legacy and will of all the seniors will be inherited and passed on by me!"
Lu Yuan clenched the Human Emperor Seal in his hand, secretly resolving himself.
After resting for a moment, he then focused his attention on the information in his mind.
[Martial Techniques: Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword Technique]
[Grade: Immortal Technique]
[Introduction: This technique is the first killing technique of the Demon Martial World, with terrifying power. If cultivated to the extreme, it can slay a Tenth-Grade True Immortal!]
"So the realm above Ninth Grade Celestial Human is True Immortal?"
After organizing all the information left by the White-clothed Sword God, Lu Yuan finally understood what the whole matter was about.
The only way for the world to elevate itself is to go to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, to fight those worlds and planes that have been corrupted or fallen into darkness.
Then defeat and annex the World Will of the opposing plane.
Back then, the White-clothed Sword God opened the Celestial Sect with one sword, opening the passage between this realm and the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, initiating the war of the clans.
At the start.
The Human Race surged forward with a momentum like a rainbow, making great strides, slaughtering many strong beings of the Demon Race.
But as the Will of the Ten Thousand Demon World joined the fray, the tide of war quickly reversed.
Because the Will of the Ten Thousand Demon World could control Dark Energy, it turned the strong of the Demon Race into puppets that only knew how to sacrifice lives for lives and kill.
But the White-clothed Sword God could not!
Especially as Dark Energy twisted and eroded the flesh and soul of Human Race strong beings, it was a fatal curse for the Demon Martial World Will!
As Dark Energy spread, the power of the Demon Race strong surged.
Seeing the Human Race suffering heavy casualties and on the brink of extinction, the Demon Martial World Will had to cut off an arm to survive, severing the Immortal Path, and finally lingered on.
As for the White-clothed Sword God and other Human Race strong beings, they also perished one after another due to severe injuries and drastic changes in the world environment.
The Human Race’s power plummeted, never recovering its former prosperity and strength.
In contrast, the native Alien Demons of the Demon Martial World, after receiving the legacy of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, their power advanced by leaps and bounds, surpassing the Human Race!
When Lu Yuan figured out the ins and outs, he fell silent on the spot.
No wonder this simulation is Apocalypse Level difficulty.
Although the passage between the Demon Martial World and the Ten Thousand Demon Realm had been severed.
Yet behind those Alien Demons, it was evident that the shadow of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm still lingered.
Back then, even someone as strong as the White-clothed Sword God, leading the Human Race at its peak, could not against the Ten Thousand Demon Realm.
Now the Human Race was diminished, with not even a single Ninth Grade Celestial Human Strong Person found.
Not to mention counterattacking the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, even addressing the native Alien Demons was in doubt.
And the Will of the Heavens wanted him to slay demons and lead the Human Race to rise again.
That was tantamount to wanting him to single-handedly oppose the entire Ten Thousand Demon Realm?!
How on earth was that supposed to be done?
As if worried that Lu Yuan would suffer a mental breakdown and completely give up, the voice of the Will of the Heavens suddenly sounded at the right moment.