Volume 3, Chapter 14: Inheritance: The New Sword Ancestor.

On the edge of the sea, outside the Sword Sect city.

The autumn sun is not dry, and the autumn wind is not strong.

On the fertile plain, the people of Jianzong City spontaneously came to the outside of the city. They covered the plains of Noda, looked up at the sky, and came to see off the emperors who were conquering the sea.

They were bustling about in the crowds, the sound of noise was deafening, and they looked up at the vast blue sky. Three giant battleships were hovering above it. The wind in the sky blew the clouds for thousands of miles, dancing the bright red flags, which fluttered in the wind.

On the warships, three thousand emperors from the three tribes were on full alert. They lined up on the warships, waiting for the arrival of their leader.

This day is destined to be extraordinary among the three days, and it will eventually be recorded in the history books by historians.

When later generations mention it, they can all think of the grand occasion of today.

One million people escorted three thousand emperors into the sea of ​​boundary.

For the first time since the age of ancient gods, the people of Changhe marched north to conquer a territory that no one had ever set foot on.

As the bell rang and accompanied by shouts, Ye Tingmu came out of the small world in the expectation of everyone, flew over the Sword Sect City, and came before the Three Thousand Emperors.

Behind him, Ye Niannian, Ye Niannian, Ye Chuyi, Ye Qi, Ye Hang... led the younger generation and hundreds of emperors following.

They are the youngest emperors and the future hope of the Sword Sect. Here, they will personally send their fathers, the role models they once pursued and admired, to the battlefield.

They will also take over the burden from their parents and shoulder their own responsibilities here.

Ye Tingmu appeared. When he appeared in the sky, millions of people looked at him at the same time, and the waves of noise also calmed down at this moment.

The world is quiet.

The only sound left was the sound of the wind blowing the battle flag.

At this moment, they met their sword ancestor. For many people, this was the first time, but also the last time.

There was an unnatural enthusiasm and excitement in their eyes because they saw the Sword Ancestor. He was not only the Sword Ancestor, but also a kind of belief in their hearts.

Ye Tingmu looked at the three thousand emperors in front of him. They were wearing uniform clothes and represented the three newly established camps.

Then he possessed the body and looked at the millions of people. This was not the first time he had seen such a scene.

But he still couldn't help getting excited every time. When he ascended to heaven, millions of people witnessed it. When he cut off the heavenly punishment, hundreds of thousands of people witnessed it. Today when he entered the sea of ​​boundaries, there were also millions of people witnessing it.

It was as if he was telling himself all the time that everything he did was not just for himself, as if there was an invisible voice reminding him all the time to protect all of this, because you are their hope.

When a person changes his beliefs, the responsibilities he has to bear will also change and become heavier.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at the younger generation of the Ye family behind him, looking at these descendants of his brothers.

They are full of vigor and high spirits. They are like the rising sun, full of infinite hope and representing infinite possibilities.

He spoke, and announced in that deep, resolute voice that reached everyone's ears.

"Today, I, as the Master of the Sword Sect, hereby announce that I will step down as the Sword Master and pass the throne to my son, Ye Niannian, who will be the eighth generation Sword Master of the Sword Sect."

The alternation of power and the entrustment of mission. On this day, witnessed by all the people of the Sword Sect, Ye Tingmu chose to resign from the position of Sword Master.

He handed him over to his son, Ye Niannian, whom he had raised for eight hundred years.

All this was inevitable and did not cause any disturbance. They kept their eyes focused on the new and old sword masters, moving back and forth.

Ye Niannian was born after a gestation period of 999 years, awakened at the age of 10, ranked first in the Tianzong list, became an immortal at the age of 15, became an immortal king at the age of 100, and became an emperor at the age of 700.

Now, Babaizai has reached the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor's cultivation. He is humble, not arrogant, sensible, aware of the overall situation, and approachable.

His life is also a legend, and he is an existence that is beyond the reach of everyone. Among his peers, no one can compare with him except his sister Ye Suisui.

It’s just that under Ye Tingmu’s brilliance, he never seems too dazzling.

He deserves to be the new generation Sword Master, so naturally no one dares to say no, and no one will object.

In everyone's opinion, this is a natural thing.

A large seal quietly appeared in Ye Tingmu's hand. It was the symbol of the Sword Master and also the Sword Master's token. He had taken this item from Baili Xun when he was dying.

More than three thousand years have passed in a flash, and today, he is going to hand this thing over to his son, and at the same time, hand over everything in the Sword Sect to his son.

This is not a succession of dynasties, but a continuation of will.

"Ye Niannian, come forward and take the seal."

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannian walked forward with solemn steps until he reached Ye Tingmu, then stopped. He knelt on one knee with his hands raised.

Ye Tingmu also put this seal on it at this time.

The seal fell into his hands, a small stone, but at this moment, it made Ye Niannian feel an unprecedented heaviness.

"Today I pass the throne to you. I hope you can stick to your nature and remember your original intention. Lead the Sword Sect to maintain peace for three days. Use the sword in your hand to defend the Sword Sect's purpose. Keep the evil in check and distinguish between good and evil. You must remember this and engrave it in your heart."

Ye Niannian raised her head and her eyes met Ye Tingmu's. Her eyes showed determination, firmness and unquestionableness.

He said in a sonorous voice: "Ye Niannian has accepted the order and will not let down the Sword Ancestor's trust. With the sword in my hand, I will defend the aspirations of my ancestors."

Ye Tingmu nodded with satisfaction, the relief in his eyes overflowing from the corners and spreading all over his face.

He bent down slightly, put his hands on Ye Niannian's shoulders, and gently helped him up.

"Get up."

Ye Niannian stood up and said, "Thank you, Jianzu."

Patting his shoulder, Ye Tingmu said, "Son, when your father is gone, I will rely on you for three days."

Ye Niannian nodded heavily.

Then he turned around, his eyes swept across the new generation, then looked at the millions of people, and finally looked at the seal in his hand. At this moment, he took over his father's torch.

In the future, he will lead the three-day run and become their new guide.

He held the seal high and looked down upon the world.

A clear and loud voice then broke through the air.

"I am the Sword Master, Ye Niannian."

Ye Qi congratulated loudly,

"We are here to meet the new Sword Master."

Upon hearing this, the rest of the people, whether they were the new generation emperors, the old generation emperors, or the millions of people under the sky, all bowed deeply to Ye Niannian in unison.

"Meet the new sword master!!"

"Meet the new sword master!!!"

The sound was so loud that it echoed throughout the sky.

At this moment, a new sword master was born, the eighth in sequence.

Dongfang Qingzhu wiped the corners of his eyes, looked at his son, and said in a low voice.

"My children have grown up and become more and more like him."