Chapter 283: Big commotion outside the realm, the covenant of the heavens is made, the emperor of heaven is not dead?

Outside the realm, deep in the vast space and time, in a vast, prosperous and brilliant universe.

The deep sea was desolate and silent, as if it was suspended coldly in the void. The only sound between heaven and earth was the occasional rise and fall of waves. It was an extremely strange sight.

The boundless dark ocean hangs alone in the world, yet seems to be held up by some great force. At the end of the deep sea, a black mountain stands there, majestic and towering. The starlight from the sky shines down, making this place the only place with light in the deep black sea.

"Your Excellency the Envoy, the tribesmen sent to capture the orphans of the Shi Clan are all dead, their souls are annihilated, their causes and effects are shattered, and all traces are gone."

At the foot of the black mountain, a figure shrouded in a gauze-like black mist was kneeling and prostrating himself, reporting something.

"No trace was sent back?"

An indifferent and majestic voice echoed over the black mountain. A pair of eyes emitting a dark green color could be vaguely seen, hanging high in the darkness, like two dead moons, illuminating the universe.

"Reporting to the envoy, it is difficult to investigate the affairs of the inner realm. In order to send our people there, our clan has used the coordinates of the ruins left over from many epochs ago. It will be difficult to contact the inner realm in a short period of time."

The figure kneeling there was still reporting.

"During the deduction by Lord Realm Master, there shouldn't be any mistakes in this matter. What went wrong?"

The vague shadow deep in the Black Mountain seemed to be thinking, or talking to itself.

"Forget it. When the Realm Master returns, I will report this matter to him personally."

"The catastrophe of the heavens is coming, and this era will also usher in a cold winter. The Sky Devouring Clan has made preparations early. Perhaps before the end of the era, the Lord of the Realm will raise the battle flag and blow the horn to conquer the heavens."

After a moment, the light in the depths of the Black Mountain completely dissipated, and it became dead silent and cold. Only the starry sky above was shining, appearing brilliant, like a sinking galaxy.

The figure kneeling there was shocked by these words.

The coming catastrophe of the heavens means the coming of the cold winter of the era. Now all the worlds in the heavens are preparing to deal with this matter.

At the same time, the ancient battlefield of the heavens has arrived. Many geniuses and heroes in the ancient world of Amitabha have gathered there, fighting everywhere and exploring some secrets of the last great catastrophe of heaven and earth.

The world masters of various worlds have opened up their own halls of heroes and are now discussing how to deal with the situation.

Perhaps in the near future, the world of the heavens will gather all its strength to truly fight against the heavens and conquer the heavens.

At the same time, in the depths of the ancient world, the sword art had flourished to its extreme.

Amidst the misty clouds and the rugged sword cliffs, a majestic bronze temple is quietly suspended in the middle. The interior is a world of its own, extremely spacious and vast. The sky is filled with stars rising high, and rays of sword light are falling down in uneven patterns, like a rosy glow.

A white-haired old woman, with a light body, sat upright inside the bronze temple, and seemed to be sitting at the end of endless time and space.

The surroundings were filled with the sharp feeling of time and space being cut through. The sword light was abundant, dazzling and shocking. The phantoms of divine swords crisscrossed time and space, interlacing and interweaving.

She closed her eyes tightly, as if she had not moved for eternity. The aura from her body was long and lingering, ancient and vicissitudes of life. It was unknown how long she had lived.

“Master…”

Below this white-haired old woman, a slender figure stood respectfully, with long black hair like a waterfall and a beautiful face.

There seemed to be a surging sense of sword energy all over his body, as if time and space were being annihilated, and it was extremely powerful.

"I will go to the Hall of Heroes to discuss the upcoming catastrophe with the other realm masters. During this time, we may sign a contract to formulate a covenant of the heavens. Many matters of all sizes in the sword realm will be handed over to you."

"I know that you and the Eternal Sword Master were close friends, and that you once wanted to uncover the secret of his accidental death. However, even your master has deduced the truth about this matter, and there was no accident. Many years have passed, and your cultivation has been stagnant because of his death. Even the Pavilion Master of the Sky-high Sword Pavilion has now realized the true meaning of birth and death, the cycle of reincarnation, and thus has secured the position of Sword Master and enjoyed a lifespan of a celestial being..."

The white-haired old woman opened her eyes and sighed softly, looking at the graceful figure below with some regret in her eyes.

"Disciple has disappointed Master."

A look of guilt appeared on the slender figure's face.

The white-haired old woman shook her head and said, "If you can see through this calamity and understand the truth that my master is ruthless but seems to have affection, and that the great way is also ethereal, then the position of Sword Master will be within your grasp. Among my many disciples, you were the one I had the most hope for, and your talent and ability are also above the other brothers and sisters."

"It's a pity that you have been trapped in love. Why can't you let go of a dead person for so long?"

"I have never believed that Yongjie would suddenly die. His master also said that after becoming the Sword Master, he will definitely have the hope of becoming the co-leader of the world." The slender figure still seemed unwilling.

"Forget it. I didn't ask you to come here today to tell you these things. If you can achieve enlightenment and cut off everything, you can make further progress in this life. Otherwise, you will be stuck like this and be burdened by the mundane world. Your disciple Chu Xiuyan is smarter than you and has long understood the true meaning of the Misty and Merciless Sword."

"If she can win first place in this battle of the heavens, I will personally condense the Immortal Sword Heart Seal for her, grant her the complete sword scripture and the old sword technique of billions of swords, and help her go to the Sword Ruins to comprehend the paths of all the sword masters from ancient times to the present. Her future achievements will definitely surpass yours."

The white-haired old woman waved her hand, and her eyes became calm and deep.

"Xiu Yan is very talented. I am happy for her to be valued so much by our master." The graceful figure said with her head lowered.

"Master has given you many chances. If you still cannot get over the emotional barrier, the Lord of the Infinite Realm in the Infinite Holy Realm has a good relationship with Master. He intends to match you with his disciple Dao Jiu Zhenjun."

“Master Daojiu is a master of all realms. Although he was defeated by the Eternal Sword Master, his cultivation has improved greatly over the years. Recently, he has asked to meet his master and is interested in proposing marriage to you…”

"Although you haven't achieved the status of a sword master, you are still my disciple after all. It is a worthy match for you to marry a True Lord. You should think about this carefully during this period of time."

The voice of the white-haired old woman was vague and heartless, revealing her indifference to the laws of nature and her insight into all causes and effects.

After she finished speaking, she didn't even wait for the slender woman below to respond. She just tossed her sleeves and sent her out.

Buzz!!! Then, the space and time in front of her blurred, and a golden road stretched out, as if piercing through the endless space and spreading into the distance.

The white-haired old woman stood up, walked closer, and disappeared in an instant.

In another deeper space and time, a terrible avenue storm swept through, but in the center, there stood a magnificent ancient palace, towering and motionless, bearing the vicissitudes of the ages.

A white-haired old woman appeared outside the palace and walked straight in.

At the same time, several voices were heard from deep within the hall.

"Fellow Daoist Piao Miao is here. You really made us wait so long."

This voice is so ancient and vicissitudes of life that it seems to be able to shake the entire space and time, with fragments of time flying.

The vast force of time surged, as if washing over the present world from eternity ago.

"Since Fellow Daoist Piaomiao is here, we can start discussing. The coming of this catastrophe in the heavens may be an opportunity for us to break through."

"The reorganization of the heavens has triggered catastrophes in all the heavens. This has happened more than once in the long river of time."

Another voice sounded, very cold and without any emotion.

No one knows the real name of the white-haired old woman anymore, but now she is respected by all races in the heavens as the Lord of the Piaomiao Realm and the person who controls the current sword world.

In this hall, there are many vast and terrifying aura fluctuations surging, as magnificent as the abyss of the starry sea, which are not weaker than those of the Lord of the Piaomiao Realm. They all come from the most top worlds in the world of the heavens today, and they are all the masters of a world.

"It seems that Lord Amitabha has already made a plan?"

Deep in the hall, it was dark and not even the light could get in. At this moment, a voice was heard, obviously asking the person who had just spoken.

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"I can't tell you about the plan, but this is the only chance I'm waiting for."

"Everyone, please look."

The Lord of the Amitabha Realm spoke calmly. Where he stood, fragments of time were flying and chaotic energy was surging. An area was directly cleared out. Among those fragments of time, there were pictures, as if they were dug out from some broken ancient history.

"Which era did this happen?" asked a world master.

Many eyes turned over at this moment, and saw other figures slowly appearing in the darkness around them.

There may be a vague fog of time lingering around, or fragments of order flying around, or there may be chaotic mist lingering. In short, it is all very mysterious, as if it does not exist in this time and space, but stands in another universe.

"This is a fragment that the ancestors of the Time Clan fished out from the long river of time. It is what happened in the last brilliant civilization..."

"Perhaps one of them is the truth about the last catastrophe of heaven and earth."

"In the cold winter of the era, the world dried up, and the broken heaven reorganized again, trying to revive a certain will."

"This kind of thing has happened more than once in the long river of time."

“The Emperor of Heaven may not be dead…” said the Lord of Amitabha Realm calmly.

"What?"

As soon as he said this, the expressions of many world masters here changed suddenly, as if a terrifying storm of the Great Dao was hitting, and the space and time where the entire hall was located was constantly turbulent and shattered.

…

Mantuo Ancient Star, inside Gusu City.

On the top floor of the pavilion, lying on a soft couch by the window, Jiang Lan was holding an ancient scroll, reading quietly. From the incense burner beside him, sandalwood smoke curled up, and the fragrance lingered.

Because of the wind, the curtains fluttered gently, like clouds and fog. His brows were sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed, as if the content of the book was a little too touching.

After a moment, Jiang Lan put the ancient scroll down, reached out and gently stroked the soft dark black hair in front of him, and said with emotion, "Tang'er, you are really becoming more and more skilled and powerful..."

“Ahem…”

A jade-like face with a rosy complexion and even a hint of red on the eyebrows, puffed up her cheeks, raised them up, glared at him angrily, then her slender, snow-white neck rolled slightly, as if she was choked.

Jiang Lan was very considerate and handed her the tea beside her.

Murong Qiutang drank a few sips of tea, calmed down, and then glared at him, complaining, "You really don't know how to be gentle with women. I almost choked to death."

Jiang Lan stretched out his hands and held her in his arms, smiling, "What nonsense are you talking about? How can I bear to do that?"

Murong Qiutang buried her head in his arms and said faintly, "You would rather do this than let me bear a child for you..."

But as soon as she finished speaking, she realized that her tone was not right, so she changed her words and said, "I like children very much."

"I like children, too, but not now."

Jiang Lan looked normal, still smiling, and was not angry.

Murong Qiutang stopped talking about this topic and rubbed his neck, as if she didn't want to be separated from him for a moment. She murmured in a gloomy tone, "Are you planning to leave..."

"The matter of the Four Star Regions has not been resolved yet, so there is no rush."

"Now, I have to meet someone and count the harvest." Jiang Lan said with a smile.

"Who is it?" Murong Qiutang asked curiously.

"My grandpa."

Jiang Lan smiled, patted Murong Qiutang on the back and motioned her to stand up.

I'm a bit stuck today

(End of this chapter)