Devour

Chapter 138 Making a lie come true

The forest in Kunpeng Valley is ancient and lush, witnessing countless historical changes and hiding endless secrets. The vines are intertwined to cover many caves under the huge rocks.

The Suanni that Guan Wanlan and Shen Ya had ridden before stopped here with a tall old man in black clothes and white hair on board.

The old man in black clothes moved skillfully. He turned over and jumped off his mount. He walked forward, pushed aside the messy vines, entered the deep cave, stepped onto the steps, passed through the corridor, and what appeared before his eyes was an ancient and magnificent underground world.

The magic of nature has created crystal stone curtains, thick stone pillars, strange stalagmites, and magnificent stone flowers. The light that is cleverly refracted is gorgeous and colorful, painting the stone walls with a variety of colors.

The cave is as wide and bright as an underground palace, nearly a thousand meters long, and the flat area is as big as a square. A huge spiritual boat for patrolling the sky is moored there. It has a majestic shape and smooth lines, and is even more magnificent than the one in the Three Sages Valley. It is like a majestic divine bird deep in its nest, waiting to spread its wings and fly high.

On the road leading to the spirit boat, a swordsman in white stood with his head bowed. He was silent, revealing a hint of loneliness. His hands were on the hilt of the green sword, with the tip of the sword leaning against the ground, as if telling of the heaviness and helplessness in his heart.

The old man in black clothes said, "Gai Xun, you're back."

Gai Xun turned around with the sword in hand, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "Palace Master Zhuo, or General Zhuo?"

Zhuo Zhibang shook his head and said, "The Tianshu Temple is gone, and the Disaster Legion is gone too. You should just call me Old Man Zhuo."

Gai Xun sneered, "What an ironic joke. You have worked so hard for so many years to build a great foundation, but you want to destroy it with your own hands."

Zhuo Zhibang said: "It's better than being destroyed by the enemy. You got the Tianhuang Sword and practiced the Zixia Divine Sword Technique. Your skills have improved a lot. All your long-cherished wishes have been realized."

Gai Xun laughed up to the sky, his laughter was desolate, and he sighed: "What's the point? The gain does not outweigh the loss. One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. Looking back, it's all gone."

Zhuo Zhibang sighed, "I am no different."

He pulled out a spear from his treasure bag, which turned out to be the Wind-Chasing Spear that Cheng Bai had returned to the Weapon Sect.

Gai Xun seemed to recognize it and said, "The goods of the Southern Faceless Tribe are not yours, so you can't bring them back, right? The best of the last batch of weapons that Tong Feng transferred to the Disaster Legion is this Wind Chaser, right?"

Zhuo Zhibang sighed, "It's also my fault for being careless. In order to replenish military supplies, I was caught by the demon tribe's sage Tianshizhizhi."

Gai Xun held the Tianhuang Sword in his right hand and made sword gestures with his left hand. Purple sword energy diffused around his body, and the light danced. It gathered the power of thousands of swords, intertwined and spread out to form a pair of huge sword wings, which flew behind him, carrying his body slowly into the air, like a banished immortal spreading his wings to descend to the earth, like a dream, and unrestrained and elegant.

Zhuo Zhibang, however, seemed to have washed away all the worldly things, and was as tall and straight as a pine tree, and as steady as a mountain. He drew a graceful arc with his spear, which was simple and smooth, and stabbed straight forward without any frills. His speed increased from slow to fast, and he naturally exuded the power of a king.

Gai Xun's pupils constricted. The opponent's strength was beyond his expectations. He resolutely swung his sword to fight back. The wings of his sword flapped like an eagle soaring into the sky.

The two men met in mid-air, and they clashed fiercely with spears and swords, playing a symphony of torrential rain. The sound was like thousands of troops charging into battle, and the energy was like hundreds of soap bubbles bursting one after another.

The two sides separated as soon as they touched each other, and the thrilling moment came to an abrupt end, and they both fell to the ground.

Gai Xun said angrily: "What a great move of Overlord Spear Skill. Guan Wanlan is much worse than you. The top human warrior on the mainland is neither Yang Kaiping nor Fang Wanzhan, it should be you. Don't be complacent. My Zixia Divine Sword Skill is only a small success. I am still in my prime, and in a few years, I will surely defeat you." He turned around and left quickly.

Zhuo Zhibang said loudly behind him: "Those who are willing to be lambs will eventually be devoured by tigers and wolves. Don't forget that you are a gentleman."

Gai Xun seemed to have heard it and his pace suddenly quickened, and he was far away in the blink of an eye.

Zhuo Zhibang checked the Wind Chasing Spear and could clearly see a sword mark on the spear blade. He shook his head and said, "My cultivation is five times higher than his, but I still can't stop the Heavenly Desolate Sword. It's really amazing to be ranked the number one swordsman on the continent."

Cheng Bai, who was hiding nearby, saw the entire battle and thought to himself, "Although the battle was fierce, it was not a fight to the death. It was more like a competition."

Cheng Bai showed up and said, "Senior Zhuo, it's been a while since we last met."

Zhuo Zhibang was surprised and said, "Cheng Bai? Your cultivation has greatly improved. I didn't even notice you were nearby."

Cheng Bai glanced at the Sky Patrol Spirit Boat and asked, "Is this the Sky Patrol Spirit Boat that over 2,000 people from the Weapon Sect risked their lives to refine?"

Zhuo Zhibang nodded slightly, put away the Wind Chaser, and said, "That's right. It took all the financial and material resources of the seven major temples, and the Weapon Sect refined and assembled it in batches. It took fifteen years to successfully build it."

Cheng Bai looked around and saw that the Sky Patrol Spirit Boat was 400 meters long, 80 meters wide, and weighed about 100,000 tons. It was as big as an aircraft carrier. Hidden deep in the cave, if it weren't for the Phoenix Force, it would be difficult to detect anything unusual.

Zhuo Zhibang invited, "Young Master Cheng, come with me to take a look at the Spirit Boat."

"Please come in, Senior Zhuo." Cheng Bai wanted to take a closer look, so he walked slowly onto the deck with Zhuo Zhibang.

Zhuo Zhibang said: "I don't know why, but every time I talk to you, I always want to say more."

Cheng Bai was secretly proud of himself: "I chose this secret technique of communication very well."

Zhuo Zhibang continued, "This Sky Patrol Spiritual Boat has had many difficulties. Originally, most of the seven major temple masters only wanted to use it for themselves, abandoning the people and escaping the war, and did not consider building such a large ship. Therefore, when the Hunter Academy convened the three sects and seven halls to discuss countermeasures, they ignored it. I have been retired for many years, and Guan Wanlan did not want to tell me."

Cheng Bai asked curiously, "Is it because of one's own selfishness that it breaks apart?"

Zhuo Zhibang nodded and said, "That's what I meant. You are smarter than Guan Wanlan and more straightforward than Shen Ya."

Cheng Bai thought, "That's because I'm not afraid of offending people." He smiled and said, "Senior Zhuo and I have a connection."

Zhuo Zhibang said, "Who doesn't have selfish desires? But there must be a legitimate reason. So they supported the emperor's son with all their strength and sent him back to the Yunmen Star Region to ascend the throne. They allocated a large sum of money from the temple's finances and entrusted the Weapon Sect to supervise the construction. According to what I learned from Tong Feng, the Weapon Sect arranges 500 people every year to handle this matter, using various refining methods to assemble this spirit boat bit by bit."

Cheng Bai asked: "Why was the construction site chosen near the Sword Sect? Was it to ensure secrecy?"

Zhuo Zhibang nodded and said, "Yes. Compared to the Three Sages Valley, Kunpeng Cave is more hidden and the world knows nothing about it. In addition, among the seven hall masters, the Kaiyang Hall Master has the art of grace, and the Tianji Hall Master has the art of visualization. With their cooperation, even the demon clan sages were deceived. The Sword Sect and the Weapon Sect are two factions of the same sect. They have been communicating with each other for thousands of years, so it is inevitable that they have some connection. From the beginning, they tried their best to promote this matter."

Cheng Bai was puzzled and asked, "Since it is a pretext to support the emperor's son, then the story of the empress, could it be false?"

Zhuo Zhibang shook his head and said, "It's half true and half false. The news that Qiongqi Continent got about the fall of the Great Emperor and the invasion of the Sun Chasers did come from the Empress who fled to Qiongqi Continent. But the three sects and seven halls were busy with their own affairs, so how could they care about her? Fifteen years ago, the true bloodline of the Emperor's Son disappeared. The current 'Empress' Yun Juan is actually a disciple carefully selected by the Lord of Kaiyang Hall, and has no direct relationship with the bloodline of the Emperor's Son."

Cheng Baiqi asked, "Yun Juan's last name is also Yun, so she has no relationship with Emperor Yunmen?"

Zhuo Zhibang smiled and said, "The Yunmen Emperor occasionally bestowed surnames on meritorious officials among the various branches of the human race. Even those without blood ties could have the surname Yun. These people were quite talented and for many years considered themselves the descendants of the emperor. However, in later generations, the rich and the poor went their separate ways, and most of them had no successors, so their descendants became increasingly rare."

Cheng Bai praised: "Yun Juan has raised the Glorious Legion in the name of the Empress, which is quite capable."

Zhuo Zhibang said truthfully: "This was intentionally facilitated by the seven hall masters, and it was also done for the benefit of outsiders. The ancient god Yingzhao recruited wise men, and he relied on his great power of heaven's vision. How could he not know that it was a joke and never took it to heart."

Cheng Bai was puzzled and said, "But the seven holy temples, the Sword Sect, and the Weapon Sect suffered heavy casualties, but they didn't seem to be the kind of people who betrayed their loyalty and abandoned the people, or who were afraid of death and fled from the battlefield."

Zhuo Zhibang sighed and said, "The key is that someone guided us and changed many results. It has to do with your other master Shi Ziyu."

Nowadays, Thunder Blade King is famous all over the world, so it is not surprising that many people know how many masters he learned from.

Cheng Bai asked, "I'd like to hear the details."

Zhuo Zhibang said, "There are only a handful of people in this world who I admire a little bit, and Shi Ziyu is one of them. Among the seven hall masters, he was the only one who wanted to pay any price to send the real empress away, even if the chance was less than one in ten thousand."