NOVPUBHowever, the journey of the Great Emperor of the Three Blades, burdened with destiny, definitely ranks as the most tragic and spectacular among many great emperors.
It began when that man picked up the three curved blades.
The story took place in that spring when the Immortal Tree bloomed with Undying Flowers, during the flourishing springtime, the blood-red petals accompanied by a burst of fragrance.
On the road leaving the True Martial Holy Sect, the spring breeze was rippling, the Immortal Trees on both sides stood like giants rooted in the mortal world, ever watchful over this shaded boulevard.
From one side of the road, it looked as if one were in the midst of a sea of blood-red flames.
The road was flanked by tall Immortal Trees, densely covered with the profusion of Undying Flowers.
The blossoms sang softly with the breeze, then turned and waved goodbye to their mother tree.
They followed the breeze, longing to experience the freedom they had always yearned for.
Alas, the breeze suddenly vanished, and the fiery red petals fell in unison.
That shaded avenue, lined with Immortal Trees, was covered with a thick carpet of Undying Flowers.
The Great Emperor of the Three Blades, with his sharp blade momentum, stepped on the Undying Flowers, stood among the Immortal Trees, and waved goodbye to the True Martial Holy Sect.
...…
That lifetime’s destiny emerged in the Dark Ridge, where other Saint Heirs, Saintesses, talented disciples, and evil beings all had the accompaniment of their Sect elders, protectors, and mighty backers.
The Great Emperor of the Three Blades declined all offers to accompany him, and alone he set out on that path to heaven, not knowing whether it led to hell or the Holy Hall.
Besides his figure donned in a blood-red robe, he left behind those three somewhat world-shocking curved blades.
The Undying Flowers along his path seemed to bid farewell only to him.
And then, that man... became emperor!
The day he shouldered destiny, the vast sky was cloudless, fame came overnight and the world knew, he stood above the firmament, engraving his imperial title upon the Yuan Central Continent, this magnificently vast world.
And left his chapter behind.
...…
As time passed, the Immortal Trees still bloomed every year, and the Undying Flowers still scattered at the same time upon that shaded avenue.
But people could no longer see that figure carrying the three world-shocking curved blades, wearing a red robe.
The Immortal Trees and Undying Flowers danced in the air, and as the man bid farewell that day, his heartfelt words seemed to echo amidst the fiery red.
"I am willing to entrust my entire life to my blades.
If this journey means I can never return, let me and my blades, at the pinnacle of the firmament, before the eyes of the world, bloom in their final withering and radiance.
Please remember my name, I am called Three Blades, and I once came to this world."
...…
In the Dark Ridge, countless talented disciples stood in mid-air, their presence obliterating countless black holes, while destiny roared in the sky, marking a dire battle that captured the attention of the entire continent.
Those talented disciples who once left others dumbstruck, or even the evil beings, here at this moment, were worthless, as common as dirt in the streets.
At a glance, who among them wasn’t a Saint Heir capable of dominating, who wasn’t carrying the hopes of their sect?
A slap could send these so-called evil beings flying, just ants among the masses.
However, it was here that man named Three Blades drew his first blade.
"Immortal Slaying,"
The world once asked me, is there such a thing as immortals? I only know that with this blade down, even immortals turn to ashes.
Beneath destiny, amidst the mundanity, he drew his second blade.
"Demon Slay,"
The world once asked me, what are demons? I only know that with this blade down, demons too are mere mayflies.
I have slain Immortals and slayed Demons, but I know, I am still myself.
So that man drew his final blade.
"True Self!"
......
Dark Ridge was enveloped by endless darkness, just as its name suggested.
Every person there,
had once been famed across the seas,
had once shaken all directions with their might,
Some wielded Great Emperor’s True Artifacts,
some brought ancestors who were Stepping into Immortality,
yet on that very day, that man with just three blades in hand, slaughtered everything.
Evil spirits, demons and monsters.
He was not invincible, nor was he unbeatable.
He was knocked down time and again, only to stand up once more each time.
Just like the spring when the Undying Flower blooms, he swore an oath, "I’m willing to devote my entire life to my blades."
He said it, and he did it.
Blood drenched Dark Ridge, as the Great Emperor of the Three Blades killed from the front of the ridge to the back, and then from the back to the front.
Heaven and earth were overturned, the sky darkened and the earth dimmed.
Talented disciples were slaughtered, Evil Beings begged for mercy, Saint Heirs howled in grief.
All of this was merely to lay the foundation for that man’s path to Becoming Emperor, a spectacle of great achievements built upon countless bones.
The path to becoming a Great Emperor has always been challenging, but the Great Emperor of the Three Blades pushed the hardship and brutality to the extreme.
Ultimately he reached the peak, standing blood-soaked atop the firmament.
Destiny roared in anger, people gazed upward, and beneath him, his opponents formed a Sea of Blood.
...
That battle not only led to the Great Emperor of the Three Blades ascending to the throne, but also the former Dark Ridge was submerged in blood.
Countless Great Emperor’s True Artifacts were lost in that fight, sinking with Dark Ridge into eternal darkness.
Since then, Dark Ridge was renamed Annihilation Ridge and became one of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands of Yuan Central Continent.
Unlike the other nine Forbidden Lands with fixed locations,
Annihilation Ridge was like a wandering continent, its whereabouts were mysterious, without a definite place or position.
It would stay in one place for a long time, then suddenly disappear, leaping through space to emerge somewhere else.
For this newly risen Forbidden Land, it contained not only danger but countless opportunities as well.
So many Talented Disciples died there, with an unknown number of Great Emperor’s True Artifacts left within.
For many Imperial Rule Immortal Sects, they were always searching for traces of Annihilation Ridge, hoping to retrieve the Great Emperor’s True Artifacts lost by their sects.
But Annihilation Ridge rarely showed itself, remaining hidden in space most of the time, extremely mysterious.
...…
Xu Zimei and Xiao Guizi were walking deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and along the way they had seen many tribes of the Hundred Beasts Tribe.
Some tribes were friendly, inviting them to visit.
Others, hoping to use their numbers to their advantage, tried to rob Xu Zimei and Xiao Guizi. 𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝒎
However, the cultivation levels of these tribal people living deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains were generally not high, and the strongest Xu Zimei had seen on this journey was only at the Emperor Pulse Realm.
That day, as the two walked along a mountain path, the sky suddenly filled with thunderous booming sounds.
The sky swirled destructively, immense heavenly power surged.
Boundless Qi of Annihilation permeated the entire firmament, and from Wu Geng’s space above, a continent slowly descended.
Thunderous booms resounded in the sky, deafening, as if they heralded the destruction of heaven and earth, the sky overshadowed by darkness.
