Legend of Swordsman

4634 Prologue

For 800 years, cultivators kept coming to the Offworld Battlefield. Cities rose up one after another with the base camp as the center.

The initial 300,000 cultivators had now gathered to over 2 million.

At the same time, there were many familiar forces that joined, causing Supreme Xue Bo to sigh with emotion.

The Nine Emperor Pavilion, which had been destroyed in the last battle of the Great Catastrophe War, reappeared. Supreme Hong’er and the Zi Fa Supreme joined in one after another.

The Starry Sky Sword Sect, who was on the run, also rushed to the Offworld Battlefield. Wu Jianxian was as calm as ever, but there was a hint of killing intent in her indifference.

White Ape, the Overlord Patriarch, heard the order to assemble from the Divine LIfe Palace and brought his descendants to the Offworld Battlefield in the first hundred years.

What surprised Supreme Xue Bo the most was that the Great Void Temple, which he thought had already died, did not surrender. Great Void Divine Emperor was just like tens of thousands of years ago, cold and indifferent.

When he saw that the Xue Bo had not died and had instead broken through the Invincible Supreme realm and become a Half Ancestor, he did not say much. He only asked to see Jian Wushuang.

Supreme Xue Bo did not reject him. After pointing in the direction where Jian Wushuang was, Great Void Divine Emperor left.

After that, the crazy alcoholic and old beggar, who were wandering cultivators, arrived. He was carrying a wine gourd with his snowflake sword. He was wearing a tattered Daoist robe and had two blushes on his face.

He was even more drunk than he was 20,000 years ago, but those who knew him well knew that he would never get drunk.

The Sword Alliance that Jian Wushuang had established on the Ancient Path of Stars had all arrived. Nine Stars Saint of the Nine Stars Holy Land and the Moluo clan had also arrived one after another.

So far, in 800 years, they had gathered nearly three million cultivators.

Usually, only one Supreme realm expert could be born in a Star Field, but now there were more than 200,000 of them!

Everything that had happened today had far exceeded the scale of any Grteat Catastrophe!

The endless Star Field of the entire Ddivine Power Universe, no matter how far away, had contributed their own power.

SUpreme Xue Bo took over the position of the Divine Life Palace for the time being and began to adjust the large number of cultivators.

The Wordless Monument not far from the base camp almost became a sight. Every cultivator who came to the Offworld Battlefield would come and look at it, and most of them would secretly cry.

The Dragon clan and the Phoenix clan had sent over 200 disciples to guard Jian Wushuang in turns. Feng Qi, the Matriarch of the Phoenix clan, was also there.

After more than 900 years of being busy, no one felt bored. All the cultivators were trying their best to break through.

Nine Stars Saint of the Sword Alliance crossed his arms and said, “Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself first. He’s a monster that can steal the good fortune of heaven and earth.”

Overlord smacked his lips and stole a glance at Ninth Kalpa King who was not far away. He then lowered his voice and said, “Do you think Jian Wushuang is much more powerful than NInth Kalpa King now?”

Nine Stars Saint glanced at Overlord and shook his head. “I don’t know, but Jian Wushuang has never disappointed me. Now, he is the Palace Master of the Divine Life Palace. Do you know what that means?”

“And I heard that before Jian Wushuang went into seclusion, he could already fight against Half Ancestor realm experts.”

Overlord suddenly realized that there was a Half Ancestor in the Divine Life Palace, who was even more terrifying than his own Patriarch.

And for Jian Wushuang to become the Palace Master, it meant…

Overlord did not dare to think further. Although Jian Wushuang was also an unparalleled genius in his heart, it was too terrifying for him to fight against a Half Ancestor with a Half Invincible Supreme realm…

Taking the wine gourd from the tip of the crazy alcoholic old beggar’s sword, Ninth Kalpa King saluted Jian Wushuang’s back from a distance and then took a big gulp.

“How’s it, Kid? Is my wine strong?” the old beggar asked with a smile.

Ninth Kalpa King grinned and said, “It’s fierce!”

The old beggar was overjoyed, as if he had just heard the best praise. He snatched the wine gourd and took another big gulp.

The old beggar let out a long burp, his eyes hazy from the alcohol.

“In my long life, I’ve only fought a single battle of the Great Catastrophe War. It was the battle where Lord Cosmos God died.”

“Do you know why I didn’t participate in the first Great Catastrophe War?”

Ninth Kalpa King shook his head.

The old beggar grinned, “That’s because I’m too selfish.”

“Selfish?” Ninth Kalpa King was confused.

As if reminiscing, the old beggar’s eyes seemed to be filled with the past. “I became famous before the first Great Catastrophe War, but I did not participate in the great battle. At that time, I traveled around the world, but I claimed to be independent and that everything had nothing to do with me.”

it was not until the start of the Great Catastrophe War that I vaguely realized that no one was an independent existence. At that time, most of the Divine Power Universe had fallen, and everything I loved was destroyed silently.”

“It was during that great battle… I saw the glory of a group of people, and for the first time, my empty Dao Heart began to have something to pursue.”

“I finally fought alongside them during the last Great Catastrophe, but they all left one by one. I’m the only one who’s still alive.”

“I used to selfishly think that if I grew stronger step by step with the ultimate goal of protecting others, that would be too boring.”

“But fortunately, the long years have taught me a lesson and made me realize that I have finally reached this path.”

The old beggar had been smiling the entire time. “The once young me witnessed Cosmos God who single-handedly turned the tide. Now, my greatest hope is to witness the rise of the next Cosmos God and lead the entire Divine Power Universe to live on well.”

At this point, the old beggar turned around and strolled away. “A selfish person like me hopes that there will be fewer and fewer universes with divine power.”

Ninth Kalpa King looked quietly at the crazy alcoholic old beggar in his unkempt Daoist robe. For some reason, he overlapped the elegant swordsman in green.

Perhaps the old beggar was just as reckless when he was young.

NInth Kalpa King, who had regained his senses, looked at the figure sitting in front of the Wordless Monument with a spirited gaze. “You, I’m looking forward to witnessing your growth.”

…

1,200 years had passed in the blink of an eye, but the spring and autumn of the human world had changed, and the new snow had replaced the sun and spring. For these cultivators who had embarked on the path of cultivation, it only added a little bit of mental state.

The figure sitting under the Wordless Monument finally moved after a long time.

As the dust drifted, a thread of majestic divine glyphs quietly surged.