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Hearing the words of the cloaked creature, Jian Yihai wasn’t angered but instead bowed respectfully before slowly leaving the blood-colored space.
After Jian Yihai left, a monstrous wave surged within the Sea of Blood in front of the cloaked entity.
Thunderous sounds came from the depths of the Sea of Blood.
The boundless Sea of Blood coalesced into the shape of a monster, standing upon the sea and floating in midair.
"Has the Jiang Family emerged?" the monster asked with a deep voice.
"Still gathering information," the cloaked creature replied indifferently.
"They guarded the seal for so many years; now that the seal is about to break, no matter if they hide at the Edge of the Sky, End of the Sea, I will shatter their entire clan to pieces."
"The seal is almost broken; the day it shatters will be the day our Form Blood Clan rises again."
The monster in the Sea of Blood roared towards the heavens.
"If it weren’t for the Divine Ancestor back then, we were destined to be the dominators of this continent generation after generation."
"Just wait. In this life, no Great Emperor has emerged, Destiny has not yet taken shape, everything will return to the late Mythical Era.
History’s gears will turn once again," murmured the cloaked creature to themselves as if talking to themselves.
"No one can stop it; the Torrent of the Form Blood Clan’s revival will ruthlessly destroy everything."
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In the morning at Tyrant Sword City, Xu Zimei, who was cultivating, was awakened by a series of knocking sounds.
"Who is it?" he opened his eyes and slowly exhaled, asking.
"Guest, I’ve brought you breakfast," the person outside replied.
"Come in," said Xu Zimei lightly.
As the door opened, a young man dressed in a blue coarse cloth robe entered.
The young man carried a tray with many foods, placed it on the table, and then smiled.
"Please enjoy, guest," he said.
Xu Zimei looked at the young man with interest, noticing that the other party was sizing him up.
He smiled, "Do I look that handsome?"
"No, it’s just that there are rumors you’re a descendant of the Jiang Family. I was curious to see," the waiter smiled.
"You must be fake then!"
"Aren’t you a fake waiter as well?" Xu Zimei replied.
"I’ve never seen a Martial Artist of the Esteem Vein Realm working as a waiter in an inn."
Hearing that Xu Zimei had seen through his realm in a glance, the young man did not panic.
Instead, he smiled, "Don’t misunderstand; I’m just a Loose Cultivator passing by."
"Let me guess your identity," Xu Zimei tilted his head slightly, saying.
"Either you’re sent by the Three Sects to kill me, or you’re the real Jiang family descendant, right?"
"I don’t understand what you’re talking about," the young man replied with a baffled look, then shook his head.
"Perhaps you don’t understand what I’m saying," Xu Zimei chuckled carelessly.
He then took out the Legacy Item given to him by the Sword Immortal Jiang Yun.
The moment the Sword Seal appeared, the Sword Intent of Wu Geng permeated the space.
Xu Zimei said, "Maybe you don’t recognize this Sword Seal either. What a pity."
As soon as the Sword Seal appeared, the young man’s face drastically changed.
His pupils contracted sharply, staring at the Sword Seal with great gravity.
He then looked towards Xu Zimei, asking, "Who are you, really?"
"Shouldn’t you tell me who you are first?" Xu Zimei replied.
The young man’s expression fluctuated, falling silent for a long while.
Finally, he replied, "You guessed it correctly, I am a descendant of the Jiang Family."
"This Sword Seal was given to me by your ancestor," Xu Zimei stated.
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"I did not venture into your ancestors’ Legacy Land before, and I promised him that I would hand this legacy over to his descendants."
"Ancestor," the youth murmured softly.
"You say you are a descendant of the Jiang Family, but you must provide sufficient proof. Otherwise, forget about this legacy," Xu Zimei replied.
The youth fell silent for a moment before finally speaking.
"Give me a little time, and I will prove it to you."
"Fine, just don’t make me wait too long," Xu Zimei replied.
"I hope you haven’t lied to me," the youth said deeply as he looked at Xu Zimei one last time before turning and leaving the room.
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Watching the youth’s retreating figure, Xu Zimei then began to eat the breakfast on the table.
He had previously spread the news in Tyrant Sword City that he was a descendant of the Jiang Family, even holding the legacy of a Sword Immortal.
His main objective was not the Three Sect, but the true descendants of the Jiang Family.
Because no matter what, a descendant of the Jiang Family would appear to meet him.
After all, it involved the legacy of the Sword Immortal Jiang Yun; they dared not be careless.
And this youth was only at the Esteem Vein Realm, probably not a core member of the Jiang Family.
So his departure this time was to go back and discuss the matter.
Xu Zimei wasn’t in a hurry, the legacy was in his hands; he just needed to find the true descendants.
He wouldn’t concern himself with other matters, nor did the Form Blood Space have anything to do with him.
He wasn’t a savior, nor did he have such a noble disposition. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
The atmosphere in Tyrant Sword City had been a bit strange lately!
The frequency of the Three Sect’s activities within the city seemed to have decreased, no longer as frequent as before.
It seemed that disciples of the Three Sect were rarely seen anymore, and even their conflicts with each other had ceased.
Even though this change was subtle, the residents within the city could still feel it to some extent.
At the tail end of the summer season, the sun fiercely radiated its remaining brilliance.
The once lush green leaves gradually turned yellow.
Autumn was slowly unfolding its golden curtain.
On this morning, a breeze blew from the Divine Sword Mountain in the distance, stirring up a few wisps of dust, and gently settled atop the city walls of Tyrant Sword City.
A man in a golden-yellow robe slowly descended from Divine Sword Mountain.
He carried a Longsword on his back, his movements almost akin to one step per space, leisurely walking toward Tyrant Sword City.
At the same time, far to the north of Tyrant Sword City, an old man was stepping through the breeze, facing the morning light, also making his way toward Tyrant Sword City.
He carried seven Longswords on his back, and the green robe he wore had two large characters written on the back.
"Tian Yi."
And to the west of Tyrant Sword City, a middle-aged man in a blue robe was also making his approach.
His form seemed ethereal, as if existing between the void and reality.
One moment he was a great distance away, and the next, he had already appeared several miles closer.
He carried a sword sheath on his back; the sheath lacked a sword, making it quite bizarre.
Yet, the man himself resembled an unsheathed sharp sword, and with each step, Wu Geng’s Sword Qi wound around him.
Ordinary people would hardly sense this Sword Qi.
Only those extremely sensitive to Sword Intent would realize that the man carrying the sword sheath’s Sword Intent grew more intense with each step.
He was gathering momentum, and it was hard to imagine the spectacle when this profound, yet sharp, Sword Intent finally burst forth.
At noon on this very day, three individuals, who had set out from three different directions, arrived at the gates of Tyrant Sword City at the same time.
The three of them exchanged looks and each let out an insincere chuckle.
"You’ve come as well," Jian Yihai said with a smile.
"It seems the higher-ups value this incident highly, having us all come to investigate simultaneously."
