Chapter 480 - A Netizen Meetup?
“Are the Daoist tokens issued?” In the black winds, Nangong Lin’s slightly withered face oozed cold murderous spirit.
When the godly swords in the Sword Tomb that were guarded by the Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace for generations came out, it was natural for the palace to invite the ancient families to attend and watch the ceremony.
It was an opportunity for the Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace to show off their dominant strength to the world.
By that time, Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace would remove all the obstacles before them and make all the forces in the Spiritual State submit to this almighty sword power.
Before Nangong Lin were about 100 prisoners in ragged clothes bound by black chains.
Some of them were enemies of the Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace, some of them were traitors, and some of them were zealous followers.
After being immersed in the horrid sword spirit in the Sword Tomb for many years, they had been transformed into half-human half-ghost sword slaves who could do nothing but follow orders.
The other ancient families had thought that this was the biggest trump card of the Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace since the ancient times. If they had seen the godly sword that was engulfed in so much murderous spirit which ordinary people wouldn’t even have the will to resist, they would have gathered all their forces and destroyed such a threat.
However, it was too late now.
“Now that the Saint Ancestral Master has awakened, it is our Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace’s turn to rule the world!” In the sky, heavenly thunder rumbled, and the scarlet lightning bolts danced wildly, illuminating Nangong Lin’s face which looked half-ghost and half-god.
In this world, people hadn’t heard about immortals for a long, long time. The strengths of the ancient families had gradually weakened as time went by, even though they were still stronger than the major families. These families once had many talented cultivators like water surging from a spring, but the cultivators of great talents were few and scarce in the past 1,000 years.
It seemed to be a curse that no one could break. Perhaps after many years, these ancient families would disappear in the long river of time themselves.
But now…
“Only my Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace has the right to control this boat of the turbid mortal world!”
“This dream will be realized in my hand!”
“Roar!”
With an earth-shaking roar, the overwhelming murderous spirit which had turned into the sun-blocking dark clouds poured down like ocean waves.
In the center of the murderous spirit was a sword in its infancy.
“Now that the Saint Ancestral Master is out, these sword slaves are useless. Take them down as sacrifices,” Nangong Lin said in a booming voice, “Pass my order and hold a seven-day sword sacrificial ceremony. When the sacrificial ceremony ends and the ancient families gather here, our Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace will become the ruler of the world!”
After all, there was no one close to the realm of ascendance among the ancient families, let alone realm immortals. In Nangong Lin’s eyes, it was a piece of cake to deter and conquer them.
What the Heaven-Seeking Sword Palace needed to do was strike fear into them by killing someone.
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“Guys… why do you think many humans in the games look like western barbarians?” Puzzled, Zong Qu even created a group to discuss this topic.
The western barbarians were the savages living in the region to the far northwest; most of them were descendants of the native barbarians, and a few were refugees from the Spiritual State.
These people had fled there for many reasons. They might have fled from wars between big families since these wars often caused slaughters of whole families; they might have fled from other catastrophes caused by humans or nature.
A vast wasteland lay to the west of the Spiritual State. Its harsh environment made it impossible for life except for the fierce beasts which had survived since the prehistoric times. Even the immature fierce beasts were as strong as Grand Ancestral Warriors or even King Warriors.
It must be noted that the general strength of the warriors of the Spiritual State was much greater than those in the Deserted Sea Realm even if they were on the same realm.
It was a result of the living environment for warriors. The warriors who had survived in this environment were not as weak as those in the Deserted Sea Realm, even though they were still weaker compared to cultivators later on.
The residents in the wasteland in the northwest were mainly warriors who had toughened their physical bodies in their fights with fierce beasts; they had their own fighting styles which was different from the warriors living in the Spiritual State.
Elder Yu asked, [Maybe… According to the legends among the barbarians, they had experienced a period of prosperity in the past. I wonder if this stuff is something that the barbarians left from the prehistoric times?]
The black-robed Daoist Zhou Mo chimed in, [That’s impossible. These guns and cannons are totally different from their weapons. I don’t believe that they could have left such things; I would be shocked if their inheritance got twisted like this.]
Feng Yangzi said, [I brought this question to the Daoist friends from other shops, and they said the cultivators and warriors who share our style have similar features as ours. However, the ordinary people who fight with such spiritual artifacts all look like the western barbarians.]
[The people in StarCraft all live on stars, right?] Zong Wu wondered, [Is it possible…]
He looked up at the ceiling as if he could see the sky through it. [Maybe these people fell from the sky in the prehistoric times? Don’t they say that there is something called…um… gravity in the stars? Maybe one day this gravity disappeared, and they just fell from the stars?]
Fortunately, Mr. Fang wasn’t in this group. Otherwise, he would bow to these people’s great imagination and logical reasoning.
[I heard that the warriors from the northwest would come to the Heavenly Academy to have practice matches and discussions of Martial Dao with us, right?]
Zhou Mo replied, [
They only dare to fight with our warriors. If they dare to fight cultivators, many people can crush them.]
Baoping Spiritual Master refuted, [It’s an exchange of Martial Dao; it would be a shame if we sent cultivators to fight them.]
Zong Wu said, [Although our Heavenly Academy had Emperor Warriors before, I’m afraid that we might not able to rival the barbarians in the northwest… Alas! When I talked about the Martial Dao with that old Nalan Hongwu in the group chat, I found that their understanding of Martial Dao is very deep. The… um… Heavenly Sword and Sword 23 are indeed powerful.]
Zhou Mo added, [We must watch the Wind and Cloud more often. Didn’t they say that the second season has been released, eh? There’s someone named Di Shitian who is claimed to be even more powerful than the figures in the previous season?]
[He looks powerful but hasn’t revealed his true strength yet. I wonder how he is compared with Sword Saint and No Name.] Zong Wu said, [I would be exhilarated if I could understand it by watching. I wonder how lucky the old Nalan Hongwu was that he was able to comprehend all of this; I’m totally clueless right now.]
Zhou Mo said, [Worst come to worst, we can invite them here and do a United Martial Dao Discussion Conference. I don’t believe that those barbarians can defeat all of us!]
Baoping Spiritual Master replied, [Shame on you ! It would be a disgrace for us if we couldn’t defeat them, and you want to further disgrace us by enlisting help from the Deserted Sea Realm?]
[But, inviting them to a United Martial Dao Discussion Conference is not bad; the young people can have practice matches with each other.]
[People from the Deserted Sea Realm…? I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.] Zong Wu seemed to have remembered a taboo that existed only in the legends.