Volume 3, Chapter 129: The bloody road to heaven.

Ye Tingmu remained silent and stood quietly aside. He knew in his heart that what was happening before him had nothing to do with him.

There is no need for me to deal with the tricky opponent, the Night Dragon, now.

The old man waved his finger, and the golden sword that covered the sky came in front of Ye Tingmu.

"A BMW worthy of a general, a divine sword worthy of a young man, take this sword."

Looking at the long sword in front of him, Ye Tingmu had a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Senior, this gift is too valuable. I dare not accept it. I feel ashamed to accept it."

The old man still smiled and said seriously:

"The sword is named Zhatian, and its original meaning is to cover the sky. Only in your hands can it live up to this name. Take it, take this sword and go back to continue your mission. Do what others want to do but dare not do, do what I do but cannot do. The road ahead is still long, and the real killing calamity is still waiting for you."

Ye Tingmu did not refuse any more. Since both the old man and he were in the game, they would prosper and suffer together. He had no reason to refuse. Holding the sword would mean continuing his dream of the past and slaying the gods.

"Thank you, senior. I will live up to your trust. I will use this sword to wash the heavens with blood and redefine the laws. One day I will rescue you from this world and give you freedom."

The old man waved to him again, signaling him to go.

And he said: "Do everything according to your ability."

After bidding farewell to the old man, Ye Tingmu turned around, tore through the space, and disappeared into nothingness.

Looking at his leaving back, the old man stared at the sea of stars, his deep eyes emitting a sharp cold light.

"Now that you're here, show yourself."

A moment later, in the sea of stars, a woman in a blood-red dress suddenly appeared.

Standing beside the red sand and surrounded by the graceful mist, she was the most stunning beauty here.

Yeyoulong was stunned for a moment and then quickly bowed.

"Meet the Ninth Master."

The person who came was none other than the Ninth Heaven, but it was obvious that the woman did not care about Night Dragon. Her beautiful eyebrows were always staring at the old man with a hint of resentment.

"I imprisoned you for a billion years, and you used it to get rid of a billion years. I have always been curious about what you wanted to get rid of. Today I know that what you got rid of was actually your descendants."

As she spoke, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was complaining, but also as if she was teasing.

The old man stood up and smiled when he heard this.

"No, no, no, it was you that I dropped all along."

"Do you know you are playing with fire?"

"During the battle back then, you threatened the lives of my entire clan, forced me to swear a solemn oath, and imprisoned me here. A billion years have passed in the blink of an eye. I have been waiting, waiting for an opportunity, and today, I finally got it."

The Ninth Zhutian tilted his head, and his narrow eyes emanated endless coldness at this moment.

"So you want to fight me again?"

"That's right. The fight that was not finished that year will continue today."

"You lost back then, so how can you win now? This time, you will die." She spoke every word with a threatening tone.

"Hahaha!" The old man laughed heartily, looking up to the sky. "I am alone, so why should I fear death? And today, you have entered my trap. How can the outcome still be determined by you?"

As he spoke, he swung the fishing rod in his hand and threw it towards the sea of stars above the sky. The night dragon was also thrown out with it and embedded under the green starry sky.

"Young man, watch carefully. The sons of the Ye family were born into this world and should slay the heavens. How can we allow ourselves to be enslaved by the heavens?"

The heroic voice echoed in Ye Youlong's ears for a long time. His heart was beating violently at this moment, and he was shocked beyond words. He didn't expect that in his lifetime, he would see someone dare to speak so arrogantly in front of the heavens, and he didn't expect that this person was actually the ancestor of their Ye family.

He didn't know whether he should be afraid or proud. In short, his heart was extremely complicated. He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, not daring to blink, for fear of missing any details.

If I could see the heavens take action in this lifetime, what would that be?

The Ninth Heaven sighed, shook his head and murmured, "You have been locked up here for so long, it seems that you have really gone crazy."

The old man sneered and leaped into the sky. Spiritual energy surged around him, his black robe rustled, and his gray hair fluttered in the wind. "Stop talking nonsense, and get started."

As he spoke, he spread out his strong palm and pressed it towards the sky, and a clear sound broke through the air.

"A bed full of lustful dreams weighing down the stars."

At this moment, countless galaxies seemed to be pulled by it, like whistling meteors, smashing towards the red.

A fight that was not over billions of years ago is being staged again today, but this time, there is only one spectator.

...........

In the eternal fairyland of another dimension.

The fight lasted for ten days and ten nights.

Every inch of the mountain and river is stained with blood, and every stone step has a corpse.

On the second day of the battle, the first gate of heaven was broken, and the second gate of heaven on the third day of earth was broken...until the tenth day of earth, they captured the eighth gate of heaven. At this moment, they were dragging their heavy steps towards the ninth gate of heaven.

Even though the blood has dried up, the charge has never stopped.

Of the 200,000 people, only less than 10,000 are left, and the rest are all buried here.

Xu Tian died. Before he died, the tip of his sword was still pointing to the sky. There was no fear in it, only regret.

"Sword Master, I can only send you here..."

Lin Xun was dead, his body was separated and his head rolled to an unknown place. Only a headless corpse was left looking forward, with a long knife in his hand supporting his body. He did not fall and was still standing.

"Father, I have failed to live up to your trust. I cannot bear to see the King ascend to the Immortal Throne. I feel guilty!"

Jiang Feng died in battle. The young boy, with his dreams in his heart, joined the Sword Sect and followed the Sword Master in three battles across the starry sea, but he still fell at this moment.

Baili Mu and Baili Jianhan died in battle after Baili Rou and Baili Qianqiu. All the disciples left behind by Baili Xun of Broken Sword Mountain also perished on this Eternal Continent, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Li Gou died in battle. Before his death, he was still tightly clutching a broken jade pendant with a smile on his face.

The little monk died in battle and was blown into pieces. There was nothing when he came, and there was nothing when he left. Only a string of prayer beads and a broken red umbrella were left behind.

The thirty immortals of Yejia Village were declared dead at the moment Ye Xiaohua fell. All of them died in battle.

Dahei's horns were also broken and he was dying. He eventually died of anger and his boasts could never be fulfilled.

.......

Before they died, they were all facing the long stone steps that led to the towering inverted sky. They were charging and fighting until the moment of their death.

They once swore to be king, to be lord, to clear away the thorns for the Sword Ancestor, to reach the top of the starry sky, and to die without regrets.

In the end, they got what they wanted and really died on this road.

Their blood dyed this road to heaven red.

The former king opened up the sky for them and broke the heavenly calamity. Today they ascend to heaven for the king, fighting to the death and risking their lives.

Every inch of the stairs is filled with loyal bones, and I will have no regrets even if I die.

They came from the long river and crossed the sea of stars. They experienced a brilliant life and therefore had no regrets. However, they had only one regret: they had never seen the king ascend the throne and look down upon the world.