The Legend of Futian

Xia Qingyuan seemed to have been accustomed to Ye Futian’s daring antics, even before, there did not appear to be anything that Ye Futian dared not do in front of her.

However, at this time, Ye Futian seemed to be even more arrogant.

But still she did not seem to mind it. She used to think that Ye Futian’s daring was unwarranted arrogance, but now Ye Futian had proven his strength that could even defeat her. Naturally he had the right to be proud.

This battle had demonstrated that Ye Futian’s talent was hard to match among the Upper and Lower Worlds. Even if she thought that she could still beat Ye Futian with her full strength, it did not mean that others could achieve it in the same situation.

When such a person appeared in the land of Nine States, even if he was arrogant in speech, she could still tolerate it.

Otherwise, what if any other useless person would dare to pull such a stunt in front of her?

She would probably execute them with a wave of her hand.

Of course, this did not mean that Xia Qingyuan, the precious princess, had a good impression of Ye Futian. She acknowledged the talent of Ye Futian, but it affirmed her feeling that Ye Futian was arrogant and unreasonable, disrespectful.

“Princess, this guy is arrogant and disrespectful to the princess. I am willing to serve the princess.” At this time, Great Zhou Sacred King stood up with a cold look. The eyes that regarded at Ye Futian were full of murder.

At this moment, Huang Jiuge was receiving the inheritance. The great hall madly trembled, causing the power of Renhuang to disappear. He and the Glass Saint no longer felt that pressure, and their injuries started to recover considerably. No matter how outstanding Ye Futian’s talent was, he would surely die in the face of Saint Plane.

Ye Futian frowned, and his eyes drifted to Xia Qingyuan. Xia Qingyuan was here, but there were also the rules of Emperor Xia. Great Zhou Sacred King had no way to take his revenge on him. But Great Zhou Sacred King actually thought of using Xia Qingyuan to get rid of him.

As long as Xia Qingyuan gave her consent, the Great Zhou Sacred King would have no more concerns.

Xia Qingyuan did not respond to the words of Great Zhou Sacred King, but merely cast a cold glance at Ye Futian.

Ye Futian saw that Xia Qingyuan’s eyes conveyed a faint sense of threat, and thought to himself that might this woman take this opportunity to deliberately exact revenge because she was beaten by him?

“Sister Glass Saint, can you really bear to see Zhou Zhiming to kill me?” Ye Futian transmitted his voice to Glass Saint.

Glass Saint, who had also recovered some of her energy, was now looking at Ye Futian. In this moment, Ye Futian could clearly feel the murderous sense in those beautiful eyes, and he could not help but shuddered a little.

“Sister Glass Saint, even if you don’t care about what happened between us, if I die, who do you think will be Zhou Zhiming’s next target?” Ye Futian continued to transmit his voice.

Glass Saint clenched the Love Destroyer in her hand even harder, strands of her hair flying in the air. How she wished she could slay this shameless hoodlum before the Great Zhou Sacred King.

But she still got up, walked in front of Great Zhou Sacred King casually, her body releasing a coldness, with Love Destroyer in hand, blocking Zhou Zhiming.

Although she wanted nothing more than to end Ye Futian with her sword, she understood the current situation. If Ye Futian died, the Holy Zhi Palace would fall apart, and the alliance of the Yue Clan and the Holy Zhi Palace would fall through. Once the Holy Zhi Palace had been destroyed, who would be the next target for Saint Xihua and the Great Zhou Sacred King?

Great Zhou Sacred King had said before, he already built the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple within his palace, waiting for her to move in.

No matter what a bastard Ye Futian was, it was also true that her plot against him in the first place had resulted in his deliberate retaliation, causing her and Great Zhou Sacred King to be grievously injured under the pressure of Renhuang.

This grudge was not as deep as the sea of bloody debts between her and Great Zhou Sacred King.

When Ye Futian saw what the Glass Saint did, he knew that she was, after all, a person of the Saint Plane. She would not wish him to die in the heat of the moment.

“After Zhou Zhiming is dead, I swear I’ll kill you with my sword.” Glass Saint threatened Ye Futian in a voice cold as ice.

“Sister Glass Saint, we have already been intimate. You wouldn’t really be so unfeeling, would you?” Ye Futian responded with voice transmission. Had she tried to threaten him?

Before when the Glass Saint had used him, he remembered it in his heart.

The Glass Saint bit down on her lips, her face was frosty and looked as if she could kill, but it gave her another kind of beauty. For the first beauty of Eastern State, no matter her expression, she would always be lovely to behold.

She did not threaten Ye Futian again. At this moment, she clearly knew that this extraordinary man who had just defeated Xia Qingyuan was in fact a shameless boor.

Xia Qingyuan clearly saw the actions of Glass Saint, but what she was not clear on was what had happened between the three of them. After all, she’d arrived later.

“Inheritance has been made known to the world, and all holy lands of the Nine States can go for it amongst themselves as they wish. However, the rules of the Sacred War are still in effect. Violators will be executed.”

At this time, Xia Qingyuan said that coldly, which meant that the Great Zhou Sacred King’s thoughts about killing Ye Futian could not be a reality. Besides, Xia Qingyuan had just acknowledged the fact that Huang Jiuge was the recipient of the inheritance.

Nine States could fight, but they still need to follow the rules of the Sacred War.

When Ye Futian heard Xia Qingyuan’s authoritative words, he stole a look at her. He couldn’t help but feel better about her when he looked at her. He thought that this little princess who preferred to dress like a man was actually quite pretty. Maybe he could consider her after all?

He had just formed this thought when he felt a cold gaze, and it was none other than the eyes of Xia Qingyuan. He shuddered and gave up the idea, which could prove to be too dangerous.

Xia Qingyuan obvious did not know the fleeting thought that had passed in Ye Futian’s mind, otherwise she might really have let Great Zhou Sacred King end Ye Futian right then and there.

She was only thinking that, with Ye Futian’s strength as demonstrated in the battle with her. Under the rules of Sacred War, it would not be that easy to die.

Whether one could hold on to the inheritance after receiving it, would depend on one’s own skills.

The rule was set by her father, and naturally it was not her place to interfere.

The inheritance of Emperor Xia appeared in the land of Nine States. If anyone else other than her had received the inheritance, it was probably not a good thing.

Within the space of the mausoleum brilliant blazing rays bloomed, causing the shaking stone wall inside the mausoleum to gradually crack, and it appeared on the verge of collapse.

The Glass Saint and the Great Zhou Sacred King stood on the ground and could clearly feel the vibration of the earth.

Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan turned their attention to Huang Jiuge.

Because Ye Futian was plotting against the Glass Saint and Great Zhou Sacred King, and also blocked Xia Qingyuan, no one was disturbing Huang Jiuge and this allowed him to quietly receive the power of Renhuang.

At this time, Huang Jiuge stood under the body of Renhuang, and that body seemed to have turned into illusory golden sands, slowly sifting into the body of Huang Jiuge.

Huang Jiuge bathed in the endless glow of the setting sun, and as the body of Renhuang gradually disintegrated, the light upon his body became brighter and brighter. The three great life spirits were released at the same time, and further washed. Even the Renhuang Sword and the Renhuang Bow were all blooming with unparalleled brilliance, gradually blending with the life spirit of Huang Jiuge, and seemed to be integrated into one.

Ye Futian saw this scene, secretly shocked. After today, Huang Jiuge would be transformed.

The ancestor of the sovereign family was the true Renhuang, and now the inheritance had been passed down to the descendants. It would transform and remake Huang Jiuge.

Great Zhou Sacred King’s heart was filled with even more murderous intent, while the Glass Saint felt something alarming in her heart. She had heard about the story when Zhisheng Cliffs bullied the Barren State. Now in only a few years’ time, Ye Futian had led an army to wash Zhisheng Cliffs in blood. In Ye Futian’s generation, outstanding talents had risen one after another. In a few more years, what would things look like then?

Xia Qingyuan thought different from what they were thinking. Nine States was governed by her father, so it didn’t matter to her who was stronger or who was weaker.

However, Ye Futian was willing to give the inheritance of Renhuang to Huang Jiuge, guarding in front of him. He had also gone to the Ninth Layer of Heaven through the Sky Stairwell on account of Ye Wuchen of the Holy Zhi Palace. Just what kind of a person was he?

Did he not value the inheritance of Renhuang, or did he feel that it was not as valuable as friendship?

…

At this time, outside the mausoleum cultivators from the Nine States and the Upper Worlds were still here. When they saw cracks appearing on the stone wall of the mausoleum, they knew everything was soon to come to an end.

The Little Princess, Xia Qingyuan, should have received the inheritance.

Golden rays pierced through the mausoleum, and the light radiated toward the entire imperial mausoleum. In this instant, all the puppets turned into golden sands that flew away, and the matrix was constantly disintegrating. Above the firmament, the perilous aura that had blocked the void was gradually dissipating. At this moment, all the cultivators breathed deeply and felt a little intoxicated by the pure aura of heaven and earth.

However, at this time, there were terrifying rules of the Great Path gathering above the firmament, and the void had changed its color, and turned into a threat of catastrophe. Many showed a look of surprise for a moment.

Was this the Divine Catastrophe?

Just when the matrix had been breached, there was already someone who needed to pass the Divine Catastrophe?

Who had attracted the Divine Catastrophe?

Suddenly, there was a great laughter heard, and when the eyes of many turned that way, they saw that Huang Xi, who had already merged with the statue, said aloud, “I didn’t expect that I would have a similar encounter as Douzhan, but it was a pity that Douzhan was far more fortunate than me. But that I could experience the Divine Catastrophe before I die, it was a life worth living.”

He understood that it was not his own power that had attracted the Divine Catastrophe, but it was because he had borrowed the glory of his ancestors and transformed his mind that he’d succeeded. Unfortunately, he had already burned through his spiritual will and could no longer live.

Everyone had said that princess Xia Qingyuan would receive the inheritance of Renhuang, but he still held out a sliver of hope that he could witness Jiuge inherit the glory of their ancestor.

Then he would have no more regrets in this life.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Violent sounds were heard, the stone wall was shattered and pulverized, and statues were also crushed and broken. In an instant, countless people were looking in the direction of the mausoleum.

Over yonder, the Glass Saint and the Great Zhou Sacred King stood opposite each other, as if the two were at an impasse.

Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan stood face to face. It seemed like Ye Futian had blocked the way of Xia Qingyuan.

Further forward, a figure was bathed in endless brilliance, the light of Renhuang. That figure was in fact Huang Jiuge.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes were concentrated there.

The one who received the inheritance of Renhuang was not the Glass Saint, not the Great Zhou Sacred King, nor Xia Qingyuan, whom they all thought as the the most promising.

Instead, it was Huang Jiuge of the Holy Zhi Palace.

“Hahahaha!” There was sound of great laughs, and Huang Jiuqe turned his eyes toward it and a figure that had blended into the stone wall. Tears were flowing down from his eyes.

However, at this time, Huang Xi was also in tears, just as if the statue was crying.

“I, Huang Xi, had a perfect life.” Huang Xi looked up at the Divine Catastrophe in the firmament, and seeing it descend, he said clearly, “Palace lord, please take care of Jiuge for me.”

In his last words, he did not call the name of Ye Futian, but referred to him as the palace lord.

As his voice faded the Divine Catastrophe came down, and Huang Xi, who had already burned up his spiritual will could no longer resist it.

The Divine Catastrophe landed, and in the land of the Barren State, Huang Xi was no more. He left with smiles on his face!