The evil ghosts from the "Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage to the Emperor" ventured into the depths of the sea, and in a cave under the water, they found a broken plaque.

'The Heaven-Defying Sword Sect'!

Chu Tian understood to whom this ruins with dozens of giant ancient swords belonged!

Against the Sky Sword Sect, isn't this the name of the Spirit Realm Sword Sect in the ancient times? Chu Tian still possesses their supreme inheritance, the Against the Sky Sword Canon, which is a truly powerful and incomparable killing inheritance, and the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world!

Such a powerful sect, their mountain gate from ancient times was actually destroyed by the God of War himself?

The Taifeng giant ship sped towards the south. Chu Tian stood on top of the three-headed, six-armed statue of a god or demon at the bow of the ship, with his hands behind his back, looking at the boundless sea ahead.

Could it be that in ancient times, a war broke out between monks and gods?

The so-called 'forbidden war' by the Celestial Clan is this war, right?

The result of the matter was obvious. The mountain gates of those ancient powerful sects were all destroyed. Their disciples left the destroyed mountain gates and crossed the ocean to the Fallen Star Ocean east of Tianlu, where they continued to multiply and grow.

However, this southern sea area, which once gathered countless powerful sects, has been completely forgotten by those spiritual practitioners.

Perhaps, some people still remember that this was once the foundation of their ancestors!

But they never came back!

Only these relics, these relics that have been fortunately preserved, are silently telling everyone what happened here.

Eventually, gods like Sun Lord were imprisoned in the bronze sacred tree, within the Six Paths Demon-Sealing Barrier. They became ancient evil demons, and their names were erased by the celestial clan and spiritual practitioners.

Except for the descendants of the gods in the blessed land who are still stubbornly waiting for their return, no one remembers their names anymore!

Time is like a knife, completely removing the traces they left behind.

"I wish I could have been born earlier... How many years earlier?" Luo'er jumped over lightly. She naturally grabbed Chu Tian's sleeve and sighed heavily. Her bright eyes were full of longing and annoyance. "If I could have been born when they fought, how happy it would have been?"

Chu Tian smiled and nodded, then smiled and shook his head: "Then, you may not be able to meet me!"

Luo Er was stunned, her eyes narrowed, and she smiled like two crescent moons: "Yeah, fighting and killing is meaningless, how about another nice song? Well, it's good to have one that suits my current mood!"

Chu Tian pondered for a moment, then looked back in the direction of the ancient mountain gate ruins of the Anti-Heaven Sword Sect, and suddenly said in deep thought:

"The Yangtze River flows eastward

The waves washed away the heroes

Success or failure is all in vain

The mountains remain

A few sunsets

White-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank

Accustomed to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze

A pot of wine to celebrate our reunion

How many things happened in ancient and modern times

All in jokes."

Luo Er was stunned. She repeated the poem over and over for dozens of times. Suddenly, she stretched out her fingers, pinched the soft flesh on Chu Tian's soft spot and twisted it hard: "Where is the Yangtze River from? I've never heard of it! Tell me, this Yangtze River must have a origin!"

Chu Tian clasped his hands in front of his chest, trying to endure the pain, and said with a calm smile: "Yangtze River... I don't know! This long and short sentence was written by a passerby when I was at the fish restaurant in Qizhou..."

"A beggar who is about to starve to death?" Luo'er's face darkened. Is this the nth beggar so talented that Chu Tian has met?

"No, a widow who was about to starve to death..." Chu Tian looked at Luo'er deeply: "Her husband was quite talented, but he died due to bad luck... This widow was about to starve to death, I couldn't just watch her starve to death? So I gave her three steamed buns, she told me this long and short poem of her husband, and then jumped into the river to commit suicide for love!"

Luo Er stared at Chu Tian blankly: "Jumping into the river to die for love? Huh? You said there really was such a widow?"

Chu Tian raised his head and looked at the blue sky deeply: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders. Luo'er, you have to believe what I say!"

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and several large white birds flew slowly. When they flew over Chu Tian's head, they suddenly shook their bodies, and several pieces of bird droppings flew down. They were still more than a hundred feet away from Chu Tian's head. A bright light flashed on the surface of the Taiyue giant warship, and with a few "hissing" sounds, a few wisps of green smoke came out, and then there was no trace left.

Luo Er was stunned. She sighed heavily, "How many things happened in the past and present, all of which are just jokes... How many things happened in the past and present, all of which are just jokes... This is something that only an old man who has seen through the years can come up with... Yes, you are still young and cannot say such words. If the ancestor were here, he would definitely like these words."

For many days that followed, Luo'er placed a desk on the deck of the ship and wrote the song "Linjiangxian" over and over again in various fonts, as if she was possessed.

Especially the constant discovery of sect ruins along the way made Luo'er fall into a state of confusion.

What shocked Chu Tian was that Luo'er was clearly obsessed with studying. However, even in this confused state, he could clearly sense that Luo'er's control over the power of space, time and destiny was getting stronger and stronger, and Luo'er's strength was improving by leaps and bounds!

“Can your realm be elevated by just being in a daze?” Chu Tian looked at the infatuated Luo’er and raised his head to the sky helplessly.

After running southward for more than three months, a large, black island finally appeared on the screen ahead.

Chu Tian could feel a subtle but clear call on the island - just like a puppy that had been separated from him for many years. It sensed Chu Tian's scent and was jumping around happily on the spot, barking "woof woof" to welcome Chu Tian's arrival.

The Taiyue giant ship was rapidly approaching the island.

The pitch-black island is tens of thousands of miles in radius. There is no grass on the island, and it is covered with volcanic rocks that are almost in a glassy state.

Extinct volcanic craters of varying sizes dot the island, and when the sea breeze blows, a humming sound comes from the empty craters, as if countless ancient souls are crying out in sorrow.

Chu Tian jumped up, left the Taiyue giant ship, stepped on the colorful light, and came to the center of the island, which was the location where the call came from.

Countless extremely thin, dim, and powerless colorful streams of light that seemed like they could go out at any time penetrated the thick black rock layer with difficulty and slowly gathered towards Chu Tian.

Chu Tian could clearly sense that nearly ten thousand miles below, a weak existence was struggling to break through the rock strata and fly towards him.

Chu Tian took a deep breath, and a bright moon with a diameter of hundreds of feet appeared above his head. The vast and clear light shone downwards, and the black rock layers were shattered silently. A strong wind blew, blowing the black dust far away.

A corridor with a diameter of several hundred feet was rapidly broken open, and Chu Tian fell straight down along the corridor.