My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God - Chapter 116
Chapter 116: Absorbing the Luck of the World, The Birth of a Sword God
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The Sun Shooting Divine Bow was a magical weapon. As long as it was a magical weapon, only Jiang Changsheng could unleash the true effect of a magical weapon. Martial artists could at most use the Sun Shooting Divine Bow as a normal bow, while it was a divine bow in his hands.
Jiang Changsheng was in a good mood. He began to refine the Sun Shooting Divine Bow so that it would recognize him as its master. Refining this treasure was much more difficult than other treasures. However, the more difficult it was, the more it proved its strength.
As expected of the survival reward brought about by a Universe realm expert and five Golden Body realm experts. How refreshing!
Jiang Changsheng thought silently.
After an entire day and night, he finally succeeded in refining it. He infused his spirit energy into the Sun Shooting Divine Bow and slightly pulled the bowstring.
Rumble—
The entire Longqi Mountain began to tremble, and it even affected Martial Peak and the capital. Jiang Changsheng was so shocked that he immediately stopped.
So powerful!
It was rare for Jiang Changsheng to be excited. How comfortable!
He threw the Sun Shooting Divine Bow into the Giant Spirit Ring and walked out of the house.
When Jiang Jian saw him, he hastily asked, “Grandmaster, what was that noise just now?”
Bai Qi also looked at Jiang Changsheng in fear. If they were already in such a state, then what about the capital? They all thought that another powerful enemy had attacked.
Jiang Changsheng said, “Nothing. I just stretched.”
A stretch caused an entire mountain to tremble?
They stared at Jiang Changsheng in disbelief. If it were anyone else who said that, they would have scoffed and found it ridiculous. However, when it came from Jiang Changsheng, they believed it.
Jiang Changsheng sat under the Earth Spirit Tree and began to cultivate. Jiang Jian took a deep breath and also began to cultivate the Great Heavenly Cycle Divine Technique.
He wanted to place his Grandmaster as his goal!
One day, he would be as powerful as his Grandmaster, reaching the point where he could stretch and tremble a mountain.
Between the mountains and rivers, the Heavenly Strategy Army advanced at full speed. Xu Tianji, who was at the front, turned his head and shouted, “We have to reach the next city before evening. As long as we occupy it, all troops will rest for five days!”
As soon as he said that, the soldiers behind him cheered.
After several years of war, the Heavenly Strategy Army had undergone a transformation. Not only were all of them skilled in martial arts, but their killing intent had also condensed into a singular force. The momentum of their charge alone surpassed a million strong army.
Emperor Yang Zhao and Xu Tianji rode side by side. He asked, “Great
Wilderness seems to have given up resisting. It has been half a month since the last time a True God came to stop us.”
“Haha, as long as Huang Chuan and Ling Xiao’s brocade pouches are not used, how dare they come? No one wants to be a scapegoat.” Xu Tianji laughed heartily.
Not long ago, he never thought that he would lead an army to a territory hundreds of thousands of miles away from Great Jing. It was really a pleasure to ride the river.
As long as he took down Great Wilderness, his contributions would surpass that of the founding general. Just the thought of it made him excited.
Emperor Yang Zhao sighed. “The Dao Ancestor’s brocade bag is indeed extraordinary.”
In the past, he still wanted to challenge the Dao Ancestor. Fortunately, he was subdued by the Emperor in advance. Now, he enjoyed fame and fortune and fought in the common world. It was much better than fighting in the martial arts world.
The two generals had beautiful expectations, and the smiles on their faces could not be wiped.
At that very moment.
Emperor Yang Zhao restrained his smile and narrowed his eyes. “There’s someone ahead!”
Xu Tianji followed his gaze and saw a person walking toward them from a hill several miles away. That person was dressed in white with a black robe draped over his shoulders. He wore a straw hat and carried a sword basket on his back that was filled with swords.
Even in the face of 200,000 Heavenly Strategy troops, he did not stop or change directions.
Xu Tianji could not see through the other party so he shouted, “Huang Chuan!”
Behind them, Huang Chuan leaped out from the army and quickly jumped behind Xu Tianji. As he stood on the horse, his gaze also landed on the man with the sword basket in the distance.
“I can’t sense his aura. I’m not sure if he’s a True God or stronger,” Huang Chuan narrowed his eyes and said. The corners of his mouth curled up as he silently took out a brocade bag.
However, the sudden disappearance of the man with the sword basket caused the pupils of Xu Tianji and the other two to shrink.
They seemed to have sensed something and looked up in unison. They saw the man with the sword basket appear above their heads and continue to move forward.
The three of them turned to look. The man with the sword basket did not seem to have any intention of attacking them as he passed by the army.
The man with the sword basket did not look back. He walked with his head lowered until he disappeared behind the mountains.
Emperor Yang Zhao frowned and asked, “Could his target be the armies behind
Xu Tianji pondered and said, “I don’t think so. Otherwise, why would he need to pass by us? He might just be passing by. There are always some experts in this world.’
Emperor Yang Zhao felt that it made sense, so he concentrated on looking ahead.
Huang Chuan turned sideways and looked in the direction the man with the sword basket had left. He felt inexplicably uneasy.
In a palace, a Venerable from Destiny stood in the hall. On the high platform in front of him sat an unusually burly old man wearing a golden-patterned white robe. He supported himself with a walking stick with both hands. His face was weathered and covered with gray spots. His white eyebrows covered his eyes, as if he had his eyes closed.
He was the current ruler of Xiansheng Grotto-heaven, the Sage Slaughter.
In Xiansheng Grotto-heaven, every ruler could be called a sage.
Two rows of martial artists sat on both sides of the Fate Venerable. All of them were extraordinary and all of them were in the Golden Body realm. At that moment, all of them had shocked and furious expressions on their faces.
“Sage, the strength of the Dao Ancestor has exceeded the Heaven realm. We have become enemies and there is no turning back.”
The Fate Venerable said in a deep voice. Speaking of this, he clenched his fists.
He found it hard to accept that the Celestial Venerable was also dead.
The Sage Slaughter slowly said, “Even though Junior Brother Zhu is the youngest among the three Heaven realm experts in the grotto-heaven, he is still in the Heaven realm. The Dao Ancestor is no longer someone we can restrain.”
The Golden Body realm experts of Xiansheng Grotto-heaven were silent.
The Fate Venerable asked, “Then are we just going to let him go? With the Dao
Ancestor presiding over Great Jing, it will continue to expand. How will the
Sage condense the luck of the world?”
The Sage slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of brown eyes as he coldly looked down at the Fate Venerable.
“I am aware Destiny is not here to help me. You just want me to gather the luck of the world and wake up the Human King, right?”
In the face of his words, the Fate Venerable remained calm and said, “That’s true, but the two goals are not in conflict. The sage obtains luck, and Destiny wakes up the Human King. The Human King has never cared about martial arts. He only wants the humans on this continent to be safe.”
The Sage closed his eyes again and tapped his crutch with the black nail of his right index finger. No one knew what he was thinking.
The hall fell into silence.
At that moment, a middle-aged man dashed into the hall with afterimages and stood beside the Fate Venerable. He bowed and said, “Sage, the Sword God has come out of seclusion and is rushing towards Great Jing. The Dao Ancestor has killed his grand-disciple and is famous throughout the world, so his target should be the Dao Ancestor.”
The Fate Venerable turned his head and asked in surprise, “Sword God? Isn’t he long dead?”
The middle-aged man glanced at him and said, “That’s just what the world thinks. Two hundred years ago, the Sword God fought a decisive battle with the previous sage at the peak of Wuzhu Mountain. During that battle, he stepped into the Heaven realm and retired. After two hundred years, his martial arts must have reached an unimaginable level.’
The Fate Venerable was silent.
The Golden Body realm experts also started to discuss among themselves as they recalled the strength of the Sword God.
The Sage Slaughter slowly said, “The Sword God is indeed powerful. I am not confident in dealing with him, but that Dao Ancestor is even more unfathomable. He is suspected to be an expert from another continent. We cannot let our guard down and just place our hopes on the Sword God. I am prepared to absorb the luck of the continent and break through to a higher realm. After I succeed, the world will be more stable.”
The Fate Venerable immediately said, “Absorb the luck of the world? I’m afraid the sage’s actions will bring calamity to this continent!”
The Sage Slaughter said calmly, “The calamity is only harmful to the present. If we don’t eliminate the Dao Ancestor, when the overseas forces invade in the future, the continent will definitely be plunged into misery and suffering. Fate Venerable, you are from Destiny. Don’t forget the calamity thousands of years ago. Those legends that are as powerful as gods might not be just legends.”
The Fate Venerable lowered his head. His chest rose and fell, obviously adjusting his emotions.
The Sage stood up and turned to walk towards the side hall, leaving behind a sentence. “Before the battle between the Sword God and the Dao Ancestor starts, Xiansheng Grotto-heaven is not allowed to clash with Great Jing again.” All the Golden Body realm experts stood up and respectfully sent the Sage away.
The Fate Venerable snorted and left with a flick of his sleeves.
All the Golden Body realm experts went to the middle-aged man and asked if he had seen the Sword God with his own eyes.
The middle-aged man had a complicated expression on his face as he said, “Yes, I have. The Sword God might have surpassed the Sage and reached the realm that everyone in Xiansheng Grotto-heaven has been chasing after all their lives. Even though the Sage is cautious and does not dare to have extravagant hopes that the Sword God can kill the Dao Ancestor, I feel that the
Dao Ancestor might very well lose.”
As soon as he said that, everyone was moved.
“The Dao Ancestor moved a thousand-foot-tall mountain. Even Senior Zhu died in his hands. How can the Sword God defeat him?”
“That’s right. The Dao Ancestor presided over Great Jing alone and caused all the forces in the world to avoid him. Such an expert is rarely seen in a thousand years. ”
“That might not be the case. The reason why the Sword God is the Sword God is because his Sword Da has reached the realm of perfection. Rumor has it that he can take ownership of any sword as he pleases. He can even turn everything in the world into his own sword.”
“You’re being too ridiculous. How can he be so strong?”
“Alas, let’s wait and see.”
Year 45 of the Qianwu Era, April, clear skies for thousands of miles.
Jiang Changsheng stared at Jiang Jian under a tree. At this moment, Jiang Jian was sitting in a huge medicinal cauldron. The potion was boiling, and the mist wrapped around him. Jiang Jian’s skin was flushed red as if he was about to be cooked.
Jiang Jian was trying to break through to the True God realm, so Jiang Changsheng had specially brewed a cauldron of medicinal ingredients to help him.
Bai Qi lamented, “This kid’s physique is not ordinary. His true qi feels stronger than Huang Chuan, but he has yet to break through.” Jiang Changsheng whispered, “He’s about to succeed. Probably today.”
Once Jiang Jian successfully broke through, he would be a twenty-nine-year-old True God!
If this news were to spread out, all the martial artists in the world would be shocked.
At that moment, a figure walked into the courtyard. It was Yu Yanyi.
She had an anxious expression and merely glanced at Jiang Jian in a hurry. She quickly walked to Jiang Changsheng and said in a low voice, “Dao Ancestor, something bad has happened. The Sword God is walking towards Great Jing.” Jiang Changsheng stared at Jiang Jian and casually asked, “Who is the Sword God? Is he very strong?”
Yu Yanyi gritted his teeth and said, “Strong, very strong. It is said that the swords of the martial artists he encountered along the way were sucked away by him. Afterwhich, the swords would follow behind him. According to the disciples of the Fuyue Family, there are millions of swords behind the Sword God. The swords spanned over fifty miles long and float in the air to follow him.. This kind of strength is unimaginable and unfathomable!”
