Chongxiao Palace, once the place of worship for all races and the former holy place, has been revived in this life.
There is indeed an extraordinary person here named Jiang Qingyao.
"I want to see her!" Wang Xuan said with great certainty.
"Your True Saint looked into the deep sky and saw a corner of the trajectory of destiny, which guided you here. Is the person you want to see my junior sister?" asked the woman in green, still remembering what he had said earlier.
"Yes!" Wang Xuan nodded, but felt strange. The Sword Fairy wasn't that young, right?
In the mother universe, she rose in ancient times. When she left, she was more than 800 years old and had already become a heavenly master. But here she is still just a junior sister?
Now 237 years have passed. At least she has practiced Taoism for a thousand years and should be stronger.
"She has never been born, so how can she be related to you?" said the woman in green. Her name is Zhou Qingdai, and she can control hundreds of thousands of swords at a time.
“I don’t understand the words of the True Saint either.” Wang Xuan said. Fortunately, no one thinks that he is using the supreme being as a cover to show off.
"Junior sister is in seclusion, but I can take you to see her." The man in black also said. His name is Mo Sijian, and he is the first person to compete with Wang Xuan.
This group of sword cultivators were very straightforward. They disliked him at first and drove him away directly, but now they respected him and had nothing to say, so they just led the way.
Wang Xuan had no ill feelings towards them. These people were much stronger than Wu Linkong and Chang Ming.
On the way, he saw one sword range after another. There were disciples practicing sword skills, who were still very young, and there were also old men who had realized the law and had profound sword skills.
On the way, many people looked at Wang Xuan, because they knew that he was an outsider swordsman who had defeated eight masters who were close to the realm of true immortals, and no one could subdue him.
For a time, Sun Wukong became somewhat famous in Chongxiao Palace.
Some people wield swords and can actually resonate with the dojo. The sword light is boundless and with one slash of the sword, the scenery of the mortal world and the birth and death of the world are interpreted.
Wang Xuan was moved, and stopped for a moment at the place where an old man practiced swordplay. This holy land of swordplay was truly mysterious.
"That's our fifth senior brother, who has been trapped in the heavenly level perfection realm for five hundred years." Mo Sijian said.
"It's good this way. If we go to hell in the future, it will be much safer with Fifth Brother leading the team." Zhou Qingdai, who had a cold temperament, said.
"How old is he?" Wang Xuan asked.
"More than two thousand years old." Zhou Qingdai replied.
Wang Xuan was speechless. This fifth brother had short white hair and looked like he could not even hold a hairpin. His actual age was not that old, he just didn't care about his appearance.
"If he wanted to break through, he could do it at any time. It should be that he is unwilling to do so, right?"
Mo Sijian nodded and said, "Yes, he wants to slash out the sword in his heart, but he is still not satisfied, so he is trapped in this field."
Soon, Wang Xuan learned that those who had just duelled with him in sword fighting had been practicing for one or two thousand years.
This is already a very fast speed. When a heavenly-level transcendent improves his realm and breaks through small levels, it is much slower than when he was a true immortal.
"How many years have you been practicing?" Zhou Qingdai asked. Although she was a woman, as a sword practitioner she was very direct and asked whatever she thought of.
"Hundreds of years." Wang Xuan said. He didn't say the specific number because it was too eye-catching and blurred it out.
However, the sword cultivators who followed him were still silent. Four times of breaking through the limit of a True Immortal in hundreds of years? This speed was a bit abnormal!
Soon, Zhou Qingdai and Mo Sijian both knew that they had indeed misunderstood this saintly grandson earlier.
"I have to explain, otherwise I will always be misunderstood. I am really not the Saint's grandson, and I have no blood relationship with the True Saint." Wang Xuan corrected on the spot to clear his name.
A sword cultivator nodded: "I understand. Those who have lofty ambitions don't want to live under the glory of their ancestors. They all want to forge their own path. It's understandable."
What do you understand? Wang Xuan wanted to argue with him, but after thinking about it, he decided to give up. It was tiring, and the most important thing was to find someone first!
On the way, he asked about Jiang Qingyao's condition in a roundabout way.
Mo Sijian informed: "Junior sister is lively and active, very smart, and highly savvy, but she doesn't talk about the past and says she has forgotten everything. She must have lost her memory."
Wang Xuan's heart sank immediately. What happened that year? How could the Sword Fairy lose her memory? He felt very distressed and wanted to see her immediately.
However, when he thought of the terrifying sea of extraordinary light, he sighed again. It was too dangerous to take that road. Anything could happen.
His originally relaxed mood was again partially covered by gloom.
Zhou Qingdai glanced at Mo Sijian calmly and said, "Only you, a fool, think that Junior Sister has lost her memory. She just doesn't want to talk about the past."
The Chongxiao Palace has revived and is full of vitality. There are places for practicing swordsmanship everywhere, and all kinds of sword techniques are available. There is also a place where chaotic sword energy is surging, which is very terrifying.
In some places, some male sword cultivators were fighting fiercely, and even after they were covered in blood, they refused to give in. There were also female sword cultivators with graceful postures, using the light of their swords to weed the weeds in the medicinal fields.
Overall, this temple seems to be thriving and is climbing to new heights.
"It's here." Mo Sijian said.
We arrived at the place, which is a relatively quiet area. The medicinal fields, bamboo forests, and stone mountains are scattered all over the place, and all are very simple. There are no fairy buds swaying or a riot of colors.
In fact, the overall atmosphere of Chongxiao Palace is back to basics, with swords as a symbol of courtesy, no wonderful scenery, clusters of flowers, etc., and flying swords are inserted on many mountains.
This area does have some bamboo forests and medicinal fields, so it is relatively peaceful.
In the stone mountain area, accompanied by bamboo forests, there is a stone tower in the middle. It is ancient and has twelve floors. There are many sword marks on each floor, all left by the predecessors of the past dynasties.
"Junior Sister Jiang!"
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