A clone?
Zhou Xuanji sank into his thoughts, not knowing what to say.
What he knew was that this Xuan Daoya in front of him was very dangerous.
Xuan Daoya looked at him and continued to speak, “I gave you a new life, gave you Fate, and also guided my clone to find and protect you. Do you think I’d have ill-intent towards you? If I wanted to kill you, you would have already died hundreds of thousands of times.”
Hearing this, Zhou Xuanji pouted. Alright, he believed him.
This fellow was just as puffed up as Daoya Old Man.
Daoya Old Man’s appearance suddenly changed. His figure straightened and became robust-looking. His skin was no longer wrinkled, and even though his hair was still white, there was an air of arrogance about him, looking like a 20 years younger Daoya Old Man.
“So, why did you nurture me like this?” Zhou Xuanji circulated magic energy through his body as he asked.
Xuan Daoya stroked his beard as he laughed and said, “Naturally because I’ve chosen you to be my successor. The Northern Wilderness is a chess board, and many people are playing. The Heavenly Palace can barely be counted as a second-rate faction. They want to destroy the Northern Wilderness’ human race, while people of my level want to pick chess pieces. To me, whether or not the human race is destroyed is not important.”
This fellow was so pretentious.
Hearing him talk, Zhou Xuanji felt his scalp become numb.
Xuan Daoya gave a long laugh as he said, “You’ve destroyed the fate covering the Northern Wilderness and now the Northern Wilderness is independent. Those from other realms are unable to come in, but you all won’t be able to leave either. That boy Dugu didn’t tell you that wanting to reconnect the Northern Wilderness with the Upper Realm is incredibly difficult. Even ordinary True Gods would find it very difficult.”
After speaking, Xuan Daoya felt quite sullen—why was this boy not shocked?
At the very least, he should show some reaction?
Zhou Xuanji let out a breath and said, “I succeeded.”
As for what Xuan Daoya had just told him, he had expected it because he believed in himself.
After tens of thousands of years, he would be unimaginably powerful.
At the very least, for now, the Upper Realm would no longer be able to send soldiers to harass the Northern Wilderness.
Xuan Daoya glared at him, feeling that this boy was too arrogant.
“There are many secrets hidden in the Northern Wilderness, so do your best to dig them out. Don’t think that the crisis is over; in the future, I’ll still need you to act,” Xuan Daoya said.
Zhou Xuanji looked at him, looking quite confused.
Xuan Daoya did not go into depth and said, “There are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people. Never lose respect for others, and don’t tell others about me. I can become your biggest trump card.”
Zhou Xuanji frowned; this fellow was going to leave just like that?
Zhou Xuanji stopped thinking about it, by which time Xuan Daoya’s aura had already disappeared.
Zhou Xuanji shook his head and flew inland.
Two days later, he returned to Skyfall.
On the way, he did not encounter any more of the Heavenly Palace’s soldiers.
After Zhou Xuanji had destroyed the sky, the Heavenly Palace’s soldiers and the Heavenly Palace had lost connection. They were afraid of Zhou Xuanji, so they all hid, waiting for the Heavenly Palace to send reinforcements.
Zhou Xuanji also understood some things that had happened while he had been unconscious.
All creatures in the world had seen that sky-destroying strike. The entire world had been bathed in powerful light for half the time of an incense stick, unable to see anything.
After the powerful light disappeared, everything became calm again.
The Heavenly Palace retreated, and after the human race felt some shock, they started to recover.
The entire Northern Wilderness was covered with sorrow.
Zhou Xuanji listened to the Elders report and he could not help but keep glancing at Daoya Old Man.
At first, Daoya Old Man did not notice, but soon, he noticed that something was off.
After everyone finished talking, he quickly left, but he was still found by Zhou Xuanji.
Daoya Old Man asked warily, “Boy, what do you want?”
The way Zhou Xuanji looked at him was quite strange, making him feel somewhat afraid.
He had lived for thousands of years and seen almost everything.
Could it be that Zhou Xuanji had injured his head during the battle.
“Is there anything you’re hiding from me?” Zhou Xuanji asked seriously.
Daoya Old Man’s heart thumped as he said awkwardly, “Did you find out about me boasting to the disciples?”
He often boasted that if it wasn’t for him, Zhou Xuanji would not be able to reach where he was today.
He had never thought that Zhou Xuanji would find out.
Damnit, who had ratted him out?
Zhou Xuanji felt speechless, but he could tell that this old man did not know the truth about himself.
It was quite pitiful.
He had fought against fate his entire life, but he was just the pawn of someone else and his destiny had long since been decided.
Zhou Xuanji sighed, turned, and left.
Daoya Old Man frowned and muttered, “This boy is just like his mother, so stingy. So what if this old man boasts a bit?”
He grumbled and left, preparing to find some disciples to toy with.
Now, the world finally ushered in a time of peace.
Zhou Xuanji no longer went out and began to spend him time teaching the disciples.
After the battle with the Heavenly Palace, Emperor Sword Court became even more united, and even the Odd Job Disciples were doing their best to cultivate.
Zhou Xuanji once again put his focus on cultivating.
He wanted to quickly break through to Golden Immortal.
Half a month later, Devil Emperor Dugu reappeared in the world and started a Devil Sect in the northern side, causing the world to be sent into an uproar.
The invincible Great Emperor from 50,000 years ago had been revived!
However, no one was worried because they had the Sword Emperor.
…
They believed that the Sword Emperor was undefeatable, and even Devil Emperor Dugu could not compare to him.
…
In the blink of an eye half a year passed. The Heavenly Palace no longer sent people down, and it seemed as if the Northern Wilderness was no longer in danger.
The Eight Sanctums and Five Empires were still settling down the human race.
The Eternal Devil Sect created by Devil Emperor Dugu had recruited nearly 100,000 disciples, and the new age had officially descended.
On that day, Zhou Xuanji, who was currently teaching Zhou Xiaoxuan, suddenly sensed something and disappeared from where he was.
Halfway down the mountain, within a poplar tree forest, Xiao Jinghong was curled up under a large tree. His body trembled and his face was covered with sweat.
“Revered Teacher…” He feebly called out.
Zhou Xuanji appeared in front of him, sending magic energy into his body.
However, in the next second, Zhou Xuanji’s expression changed.
He could not sense any injuries on Xiao Jinghong’s body; his body actually seemed quite normal.
Xiao Jinghong’s lips trembled as he gritted his teeth and said, “I feel… so cold… colder and colder… like there’s a block of ice in my body…”
Zhou Xuanji frowned and took out the Holy Light Redemption Sword to heal him, but it was still useless.
“He is awakening,” a voice sounded out, and the man in the woven rush raincoat appeared behind Zhou Xuanji.
He sighed and said, “Now you should understand, right?”
Zhou Xuanji continued to frown. As he watched, Xiao Jinghong’s eyes became black and his pupils could no longer be seen, and an evil power flowed out from his body.
The man in the woven rush raincoat once again said, “He is the descendant of the Demonic Emperor’s bloodline; I hope you understand your choice.”
Zhou Xuanji fell silent. Xiao Jinghong no longer trembled and he slowly stood up, his gaze somewhat hazy.
He asked with a trembling voice, “I’m the descendant of the Demonic Emperor’s bloodline?”
He could sense a massive power circulating within his body, making him feel both intoxicated and afraid.
He had heard of the Demonic Emperor bloodline before.
Zhou Xuanji had mentioned before that the Northern Wilderness’ human race’s disaster was because of the Demonic Emperor.
He had always had a righteous heart and did not want to become an evil demon.
Zhou Xuanji also got up and looked at the man in the woven rush raincoat as he asked, “What will happen to him?”
Xiao Jinghong was his only disciple and their relationship could not be compared to his other sword slaves. He naturally would not allow Xiao Jinghong to die.
