Fairy Yuqing's words made Luo Shui fall into silence.
She frowned, her eyes became very complicated, and she remained silent.
Her eyes kept changing, and it was obvious that various thoughts were flashing through her mind, and she was very tormented and hesitant.
However, after a moment of silence, she still nodded firmly.
"Master is overly worried. This disciple has been planning this matter for three thousand years and finally found the most suitable successor.
Now that we are only one step away from success, how can we be so merciful?"
Fairy Yuqing nodded and said with sincerity: "Okay, since you have made up your mind, I will no longer dissuade you.
I just hope that no matter what the future outcome is, you will not regret it!"
There is something in Fairy Yuqing's words, which refers to the love between Luo Shui and the Sword God.
Although Fairy Yuqing has always lived in Yuqing Heaven, she has never appeared in front of the world, let alone the Sword God.
But she also knew that Luo Shui and the Sword God had a close relationship back then, which was better than that of a Taoist couple.
Luo Shui said firmly: "Master, don't worry, the disciple will not affect our plan for the sake of personal affairs between our children."
Fairy Yuqing stopped discussing the matter, nodded and said: "That's fine, you can go back to the secret room for retreat later to heal your wounds.
After you come out of seclusion, my master will take out the divine bead and give it to you."
After the matter was revealed, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became much more relaxed.
Luo Shui asked again with concern: "Master, how have the sixteen junior brothers and junior sisters made progress in their cultivation in the past three hundred years?"
Fairy Yuqing was startled for a moment and said in a calm tone: "It's not sixteen, there are only fifteen left now.
They are still the same, they haven't made much progress in three hundred years, they are still in the Martial Saint Realm, and not a single one has broken through to the Divine Realm.
I have established a sect here for five thousand years and taught dozens of extremely talented disciples.
But in the end, you are the only one who can break through to the divine realm!"
Yu Qingtian has rules. No matter if you are a disciple or a servant, you only need to enter and not leave.
Only those who can break through to the divine realm are qualified to go to sea and walk outside.
Luo Shui suddenly frowned and asked doubtfully: "There are only fifteen disciples? What happened? Did someone die in infancy?"
Fairy Yuqing said with a majestic look: "It's not that he died young. The twelve disciples violated the rules and precepts of the sect and were expelled from the door."
Luo Shui thought for a moment and asked: "Little Twelve? Master, are you saying that Junior Brother Wenren, who is the self-proclaimed Wine Saint and has a wild personality, was kicked out of Yuqingtian?"
Fairy Yuqing nodded and said: "Who else could it be if it wasn't him? Forget it, let's not talk about this matter.
You just came back, go to retreat to heal your wounds first.
After you recover from your injuries, you can give guidance to those junior brothers and sisters..."
Luo Shui bowed his hands, said "I obey", then bowed and left.
…
Time flies, and the years pass silently.
After the Fatians occupied the Luoshui Divine Kingdom, they fell silent and have been recuperating.
In Beiming Mountain, several demon saints were busy selecting soldiers and generals, selecting the most elite warriors.
The situation in Shenwu Continent has stabilized and is still peaceful for the time being.
The pain and haze caused by the war gradually dissipated.
Four months passed quickly.
Inside the Nine Heavens and Ten Jue Tower, on the sixth level of space.
Ji Tianxing practiced in seclusion for sixteen years, and finally tempered his divine body into the body of the God of Thunder.
But this is only the second step in tempering the divine body.
He took a short rest and continued to practice, tempering his divine body into a heaven-reaching sword body.
Now, he has already mastered the Sword Intention to Heaven.
Every move contains the will of swordsmanship that reaches heaven and earth, almost like a god.
When he reaches this level, his sword intention is not just momentum, but a power that affects the world.
He practiced hard on the way of the sword soul, integrated the magical power of the sword into his divine body, and continued to temper the sword body.
Although the process of cultivation is painful and difficult.
But he is not afraid of hardships, puts everything aside, and continues to grow stronger with his strong will.
Half a year, one year, two years, three years...
Before I knew it, fifteen years had passed.
He finally perfected the Heavenly Sword Body!
The divine body became taller, burlier and stronger, and his whole body was filled with an aura of domineering, unparalleled, divine majesty.
If you look closely, you will find that not only his figure has changed, but his appearance has also undergone subtle changes.
If you know the Sword God, you will find that Ji Tianxing's current appearance is no different from the Sword God back then.
Of course, this is only a superficial change.
The internal changes cannot be seen, but they are real.
He has condensed special divine power and special divine body, and is already very close to the realm of the Martial God!
Now, his strength and methods have increased several times, becoming mysterious and powerful!
“There is only one last step left, to condense the divine blood!
As long as the divine blood is successfully condensed, I can completely transform into a Martial God!"
Ji Tianxing murmured secretly, his eyes full of anticipation.
He sacrificed the Heavenly Burial Sword, and his figure flashed into the world of the sword, appearing above a deep valley.
The deep valley with a radius of several hundred miles was sealed by a huge multicolored light mask.
It was a god-level formation, shining with colorful brilliance and pulsating with powerful divine power.
There is no doubt that that is the Tomb of the Sword God Yang!
Ever since Ji Tianxing discovered the Yang Tomb in the Burying Heaven Sword, he has never been inside.
First, because his strength is not up to the level, he cannot open the Yang Tomb at all.
Secondly, he knew very well what was hidden in Yang Tomb.
Therefore, he did not need to open the Yang Tomb in advance to check the situation inside.
Only like now, he will open it if he needs to use the things in Yang Tomb.
A long time ago, Zangtian once said.
If Ji Tianxing is unable to open the sealing formation of Yang Tomb, he only needs to collect materials to help Zang Tian restore it into an artifact.
Zangtian can give him a helping hand and help him open the sealing formation of Yang Tomb.
Today, Zangtian has been restored to a divine weapon.
Ji Tianxing also recovered most of his memory and gained divine power.
He can easily activate the formation without Zangtian's help at all.
"Whoosh!"
Ji Tianxing landed outside the five-colored light shield, held the divine technique with both hands, and shot out streaks of bright golden light into the light shield.
Suddenly, the mask of light with a radius of three hundred miles rippled, blooming with dazzling brilliance.
After a moment, a wide portal opened in the light mask.
Ji Tianxing finished casting the spell, stepped through the light gate, and entered the formation.
What appeared before him was a ground paved with gray bricks and stones.
Thousands of steps away, there is a mausoleum as huge as a mountain, made entirely of black rocks.
In front of the mausoleum, there is a black tombstone with a height of thousands of feet, with four large characters of flying dragons and phoenixes written on it.
It’s not the words ‘Tomb of the Sword God’, but – living towards death!
No one understands why the tombstone of this sword god’s tomb has these four characters written on it.
Only Ji Tianxing knew in his heart what kind of mood he had when he carved these four characters.
He stood quietly in front of the tombstone, looking up at the four big characters on the tombstone with a look of reminiscence, and remained silent for a long time.