The light did not last long, only lasting for a few dozen breaths before quietly disappearing. The earth returned to peace, and the chaotic power of heaven and earth returned to normal.
However, the mood of the sword masters could not calm down for a long time.
"Then, it seems to be Beiyuan Mist Plain?" After a long time, an old man looked at the direction where the light appeared before and said solemnly.
"Where else could it be except Beiyuan Wuyuan?" another old man said with a wry smile.
The others remained silent, but neither objected. Because the laws of the Holy Court Continent were incomplete, further improvement in strength became difficult after reaching Sword Sainthood. Therefore, nearly all Sword Saints, after consolidating their cultivation, journeyed to the Northern Abyss Mist Plains, seeking enlightenment at the intersection of the two laws of heaven and earth. Mu Hanyan, in her previous life, would have followed this same path had she not suffered an accident shortly after reaching Sword Sainthood.
Therefore, they were all familiar with the Beiyuan Mist Field. After a brief shock, they could easily tell where the light came from.
"Your Majesty, is it possible that the space seal between the Holy Court Continent and the Continent of Gods cannot be repaired after all?" An old man asked after a moment.
Although the royal families of various countries have had some complaints about the actions of the Holy Court over the past few hundred years and have long been at odds with it and secretly on guard, the Holy Court still made an indelible contribution to the peace of the Holy Court continent for one million years, so they still maintain due respect and reverence for the Holy Lord.
"This is precisely why I hurried back this time." The Holy Lord gave a wry smile and continued, "Although I have tried my best, I can only temporarily slow down the speed at which the seal is breaking, but I cannot completely repair it. Situations like before will only become more frequent in the future."
Mu Hanyan then understood why the Holy Lord showed up only now. It turned out that he had traveled all the way to Beiyuan Mist Source to repair the space seal, but it seemed that the result was not ideal.
"What!" After hearing the Holy Lord's words, everyone else's expressions changed drastically.
The reappearance of the Underworld was originally a precursor to the breaking of the spatial seal between the Holy Court Continent and the Continent of Gods. However, although the crisis caused by the reappearance of the Underworld was immediate, it was far less serious than the crisis brought about by the breaking of the spatial seal.
After all, except for Hades, they can still barely deal with other underworld beasts, and can also find a way to re-seal the underworld, but once the space seal between the two continents is broken, none of them can do anything.
After all, this seal was cast by the divine guardians of the past, who were far more powerful than today's cultivators. Not to mention them, even descendants of the divine guardians whose bloodlines have awakened, such as Mu Hanyan, are limited by the incomplete laws of heaven and earth, and their highest achievements cannot compare to those of the divine guardians of the past.
Originally thought that this time the Holy Lord went to Beiyuan Mist Plain in person, even if he could not completely repair the seal, at least he could keep the Holy Court Continent safe for ten thousand years. Who could have thought that he had just returned and the seal was broken again. With the chaotic power of heaven and earth surging out of the crack, even these powerful sword masters were greatly affected.
"Lord Saint, what should we do next? Is the seal really irreparable?" asked an old man.
The others also looked at the Holy Lord at the same time.
"You probably don't quite understand why the Holy See has twelve saints?" asked the Holy Lord.
Everyone looked at the Holy Lord in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly mentioned the Twelve Saints.
"Back then, although there were many Guardians of God who formed the seal on the Holy Court Continent, only twelve of them played a core role. When they fell, each of them left behind his own inheritance. Only those with the blood of the Guardians of God have the opportunity to obtain their inheritance, and only by obtaining their inheritance can we repair the seal they set." said the Holy Lord.
"Doesn't the Holy See have twelve saints? Can't we immediately let them inherit the legacy left by the twelve divine guardians?" An impatient old man followed up.
"If it were that simple, why would I have made the trip myself? The inheritance is like the bloodline of the Divine Guardian; with each generation, it becomes increasingly diluted. Unfortunately, our Holy Court didn't realize this initially. As soon as a Divine Guardian passed away, we immediately sought a new one. By about a hundred thousand years ago, the legacy of the Divine Guardian had become extremely thin.
Realizing the situation was not looking good, the subsequent Saint Lords immediately changed their strategy, refusing to pass on their legacy unless absolutely necessary. Therefore, over the past 100,000 years, only three groups, a total of 36 people, have been able to inherit their legacy. Even so, the legacy they left behind was extremely thin, with only one chance left to inherit.
In other words, if these last twelve saints can't reach the strength of those ancient masters, even if the seal is temporarily restored, the Holy Court will still be unable to escape catastrophe in ten thousand years at most. "The Holy Lord said helplessly.
After hearing his words, everyone fell silent. Although they didn't know the exact nature of the inheritance left by the divine guardians, they could guess that it wasn't just some simple notebook. It was probably some kind of uncanny technique that could be used immediately upon inheritance, or a unique innate magical power that even those with awakened bloodlines couldn't comprehend. Otherwise, it wouldn't have such divine power.
To be honest, the strength of the people present is already at the peak of the Holy Court Continent, but they cannot leave behind such a legacy. When a person dies, all their cultivation techniques are extinguished like a candle. Even if they leave behind some notes and experiences, it will be difficult for future generations to understand them. After all, when the strength reaches this level, everyone has his or her own understanding of the sword. Let alone just some notes and experiences, even if they are taught hand-in-hand, others may not be able to master it.
Unless the last twelve saints, after inheriting the legacy of those ancient strongmen, possess strength comparable to them and continue the legacy, otherwise even if they temporarily repair the seal, the seal will be broken again in ten thousand years at most. Without descendants who have inherited the legacy, even if their bloodline is awakened, they will ultimately not be able to escape the catastrophe.
However, how easy is it to possess such strength? Even the Holy Lord himself probably doesn't have such strength.
It was for this reason that he went to Kitayuki Kirihara in person, not daring to take the risk of this last chance.
"This won't work, and that won't work. We can't just wait to die. I think we have to let the twelve saints give it a try." Lu Nianxin said.
Mu Hanyan now knew where her decisive and efficient style came from: it was inherited from her grandmother. Her grandmother's words were exactly what she was thinking.
If you hesitate to make a decision, you will inevitably suffer the consequences. When there is no other choice, the only hope is to give it a try, otherwise there will be no hope at all.
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