Legend of Swordsman

They were all taking a bet.

They were betting on Jian Wushuang’s words.

Even Jian Wushuang was betting that the mighty sword formation would not attack them!

The reason why they gambled was because they had no other choice. If they really fought, they were definitely not the opponents of these unfathomable Grand Yan Immortals.

The 36,000 swords stopped.

At this moment, Di Qing even forgot to breathe.

The extremely sharp sword ray hovered in front of everyone’s eyes and did not move forward.

Heaven and earth were deathly silent. The sword energies that had stopped suddenly retreated like a sandstorm.

Jian Wushuang let out a breath of turbid air and his beating heart calmed down.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief after the disaster, and even Di Qing could not help but reevaluate him.

This young man, who had attracted his attention in the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture and made him feel like he was on pins and needles even with the strength of the Yan Immortal stage, was definitely not as simple and ordinary as he appeared.

Di Qing was curious about how many more secrets he had and what his purpose was in wandering around the Great Si Region.

Jian Wushuang’s gamble paid off. The Immortal bone guards, who were supported by their last obsession, stopped attacking after the threat disappeared.

Before they could be happy, what happened next made them fall into deep thought.

Even though they had dodged this attack, their goal was not to stop here. They were heading to the Heavenly Court’s great hall.

With these three Immortal bone guards, it would be almost impossible to enter the hall smoothly.

However, he could not release Yan power to resist it. For a moment, even Jian Wushuang felt that it was difficult to deal with.

Since it was their obsessions that supported them, would dispelling their obsessions make them dissipate?

Jian Wushuang thought to himself. Then, he turned to the three Immortal bone guards and said, “Do you know your current situation?”

“Trespassers of the Heavenly Court shall die!” They repeated the same sentence.

He continued, “All of you, along with this Heavenly Court, including your Emperor, have actually all fallen. Now, all of you are just obsessions and are meaningless.”

The three Immortal bone guards did not speak again. Jian Wushuang’s words seemed to have awakened their long-dormant memories. The light in their eyes began to fluctuate.

Seeing that his words had taken effect, Jian Wushuang added another strong dose of medicine, “What? you don’t believe me? The truth is, your Heavenly Court has long been destroyed. Everyone who participated in that war, none of the Yan Immortals survived, they were all turned into bones.”

After he finished speaking, he waved his arms behind him. The soil on the ground was lifted up, revealing countless layers of Immortal bones.

“All of you have actually fallen in that great war. You should have a good sleep in the remaining time.”

Looking at the layers of Immortal bones, the tragic scene of the great battle in the past appeared again.

They were in pain, and the obsession in their bodies began to dissipate. Then, they fell back into the abyss.

In just the time for dozens of breaths, everything returned to silence, and the violent Yan power disappeared.

“Let’s go!” Jian Wushuang waved his hand at the stunned crowd and then led the way to the Heavenly Court.

Cheng Qing and the others also reacted and hurriedly followed.

Jian Wushuang, who was about to step into the Heavenly Court, suddenly stopped as if he had thought of something. He turned around and activated Yan power to bury the countless Immortal bones that had been exposed.

After doing all this, he rushed to the Heavenly Court.

As they stepped into the broken square, the five figures appeared extremely small.

Although this vast Heavenly Court was not as magnificent as Emperor Zhen Wuyang’s Heavenly Court, it was not inferior to it. It appeared more cold and majestic, emitting a kind of intimidating aura.

This broken square was also covered in blood. It belonged to Yan Immortals, but it had been through thousands of reincarnations and was still exuding a strong Yan power.

Everything indicated that a great battle had taken place here.

However, what puzzled Jian Wushuang was that the entire Heavenly Court did not seem to have suffered much damage. Could it be that a battle between Emperors could not destroy the Heavenly Court?

It was as if the Heavenly Court was not destroyed, but more like it had been sealed.

Jian Wushuang’s thoughts stopped when Chen Qing tried his best to open the palace gate of the Heavenly Court.

There was no obvious smell, not even any fate energy or aura.

Then, everyone strolled into the Heavenly Court.

A unique dark green color was reflected in Jian Wushuang’s eyes.

The interior of this vast Heavenly Court was grand and solemn, and dark green decorations could be seen everywhere.

On the dome above them, there was a picture of thousands of birds, which showed an indescribable majesty.

Within the Heavenly Court, the eighteen mountain and sea pillars on the left and right had bird totems drawn on them in a dark green color.

These birds all had the same characteristics. They had six horns on their heads, golden light in their eyes, and their entire bodies were black and magnificent, exuding an air of luxury.

Chen Qing and the others were all looking at it, but Di Qing’s eyes, which had been silent, suddenly lit up!

Jian Wushuang’s eyes were fixed on the deepest part of the Heavenly Court.

There was a majestic Emperor’s throne!

A figure sat on the Emperor’s throne.

It was a figure wearing the ink feather flowing cloud Emperor’s robe.

On both sides of this figure that could not be looked at directly, there were thousands of black Lotus flowers. It was unknown how many years had passed, but they had not withered.

Everything seemed to be secretive and strict.

To Jian Wushuang’s surprise, no matter how hard he looked, he could not see through the face of the figure in the Emperor’s robe.

Cheng Qing and the others also noticed the figure sitting on the Emperor’s throne in the depths of the Heavenly Court.

“It seems that he’s already dead,” Chen Qing opened his eyes and said as he sensed the deathly still aura in the hall.

Jian Wushuang did not say anything. He could also feel that the imposing figure sitting on the Emperor’s throne had indeed lost all aura. He had died.

His Emperor body had passed away.

The Emperor’s fate energy had completely vanished as well.

Even if an Emperor like this died, the power that surged out from his body was enough to make a Yan Immortal tremble.

The death of an Imperial Emperor was followed by the fall of countless Heavenly Regions, the death of Yan Immortals, and even the death of Grand Yan Immortals.

No one knew when this great war had taken place, but it had been buried with the death of an Emperor.

Jian Wushuang had no doubt that this Emperor had once destroyed countless Yan Immortals, suppressed countless enemies, opened up endless territories, and established the Heavenly Court.

But now, everything was meaningless. The Heavenly Court he created had become a burial ground, and countless Yan Immortals had turned into dry bones.

However, it was still not bad to die with such dignity in the end.