Volume 3, Chapter 10: Worship.

After leaving the Sword Sect's small world and leaving the Sword Sect's city, Ye Tingmu took the two of them hostage and used the unique methods of a powerful Immortal Venerable.

A passage was opened in the sky and one was immersed in it. A distance of tens of thousands of miles could be reached in just a breath.

When they took a step forward, they already appeared in a river and swamp area.

Since being promoted to a powerful Immortal Lord, Ye Tingmu discovered that he not only had an epiphany about his domain, but also had the ability to master some of the laws of space.

Within three days of the long river, as long as it is a place you have been to and a place you can calculate, the power of the law will no longer be able to restrain you.

You can cross anywhere in one breath.

Looking at the seven peaks among the mountains ahead, an inexplicable sense of familiarity came over me.

But for Ye Niannian and Ye Anan, this place is always unfamiliar because they have never been here.

But they still followed their father towards a mountain.

When you reach the Seven Peaks, you will see a mottled stone tablet covered with traces of time.

However, no matter how windy, frost, rain or snow it is, the words on it are still clearly visible.

These three big characters, although they represent changes in the world, are written with vigorous brushstrokes and full of vigor.

Broken Sword Mountain

Seeing this monument, Ye Niannian and Ye Anan naturally knew this place.

Although their parents had not brought them to this place since they were born, the book still recorded details about this place.

This is the place where his father relied on to rise in three days.

The name of Zang also emerged here and became famous for three days.

Broken Sword Mountain is also the predecessor of the Sword Sect. Today, there are more than 3,000 Sword Sect emperors, and nearly one-third of them came from this mountain.

They didn't know why their father brought them here at this time.

But they were also very excited and curious, looking around from time to time at the place where their father once lived.

After entering the mountain, Ye Tingmu landed at the foot of the main peak and walked up the mountain with the two of them.

Walking in it, he couldn't help but recall the first time he entered Broken Sword Mountain, when Baili Xun took him to the top of this peak in this way.

Now when I revisit the old place, the scenery is still the same, but the original guide is gone, and he has become the new guide.

Time has passed quickly on the stone steps path, fallen leaves are piled up, and wild grass is growing through the cracks in the stones.

The surrounding pavilions have been uninhabited for thousands of years and have long been covered with vines.

It looks dilapidated, but also full of vitality.

The two followed their father, looking around but remaining quiet.

Ye Tingmu walked in front and remained silent.

Until the very end, the three of them climbed to the top of the mountain and arrived at their destination, and Ye Tingmu stopped.

Ye Niannian and Ye Suisui looked around and found that the top of Broken Sword Mountain in front of them was different from what they subconsciously believed.

There are no pavilions or towers here, no splendor.

Some are overgrown with weeds, and some are black stone tablets.

It is densely packed, spreading from the middle of the mountain to the top.

Their father, Ye Tingmu, gently swung his hand forward.

A gentle breeze blew forward, blowing away the weeds and dead branches on the ground wherever it passed.

It disintegrated in just a moment and finally disappeared without a trace.

The grave in front of me also appeared clearly in another posture.

[The Tomb of Bailixi, the First Sword Master of Broken Sword Mountain]

Tomb of Baili Feng, the Second Sword Master of Broken Sword Mountain

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[The Tomb of Baili Xun, the Sixth Sword Master of Broken Sword Mountain]

[Zhou Xing, the 136th generation disciple of Broken Sword Mountain.]

[The 3689th Saint of the Stepping Immortal Hall, Yang Ming.]

【Rakshasa's Tomb】

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The densely packed stone tablets are engraved with the names of their owners, unique names.

Buried under each of these tombstones is a loyal bone.

More than three thousand years have passed, and things and people have changed. I'm afraid not many people can remember them anymore.

But Ye Tingmu never forgot.

In addition to the sword masters of all generations, the rest of the people buried here are the comrades who unfortunately died in the Battle of Tianlu.

In the battle of Tianlu, more than 3,000 of the 10,000 elite soldiers of Broken Sword Mountain were killed, and more than 2,000 of the Wansheng soldiers died.

There are six thousand lonely graves here, and they all died because of themselves.

They also died in battle for themselves and paid their lives for these three days of prosperity.

Looking at these six thousand lonely graves, Ye Tingmu felt mixed emotions. He had helped many people and also killed many people in his life.

Similarly, he has killed many people. They died because of him, and he reminds himself of this all the time.

As long as he is still alive, he will not let their deaths be in vain. He wants them to die for a good cause and have value.

He said to the two people behind him.

"Please pay your respects to these brothers and sisters of your father, as well as your uncles."

His voice was a little low and he seemed a little lost.

"Yes, father."

Ye Niannian and Ye Suisui walked forward and bowed three times to the six thousand lonely graves.

Ye Tingmu burned incense and then found an open space and sat down.

He took out some fine wine and began his worship.

The movements were skillful and there was no sense of incongruity. Ye Niannian could see that his father must have come here to worship more than once.

Seeing Ye Tingmu burning paper slowly, Ye Niannian and Ye Suisui quickly squatted down and helped their father.

The three of them threw pieces of paper into the fire in front of them one by one, and the fire became more and more intense.

The wind was very strong on the top of the mountain, and the fire began to hum and roar in the wind.

"Brothers, this may be the last time I come to see you, so I'll burn more for you."

"Thanks to your blessings from the heavens, I have achieved my wish and entered the realm of Immortal Venerable. Soon I will cross the sea of boundaries to fulfill our dream, so I will not be able to visit you anymore."

He talked to himself, speaking his words to the air.

"These are my children, the eldest, Ye Niannian, and the youngest, Ye Suisui. You haven't met them yet. I'm bringing them to you today so you can get to know each other."

"In the future, let them come to worship you. If there is anything missing down there, just send a dream to these two little guys... The children are very good. Don't worry, I can make arrangements for you."

Ye Niannian and Ye Suisui looked at their father with dazed eyes. It was hard for them to imagine that one day their father would become a chatterbox in front of them.

They couldn't even imagine that one day, when their father mentioned them, there was pride in his eyes. It was also the first time they heard their father praise them.

Even if it's just good, this is definitely something that has never happened before.

When they look at their father, they always feel that their father is different today.

They sat quietly. The paper burned out, the fire went out, but Ye Tingmu's mumbling did not stop.

Until the sun gradually sets in the sky, until the sunset paints the mountains with golden light.

Ye Tingmu also finished his worship, stood up, walked to the edge of the mountain, and looked into the distance.