Three thousand years ago, the top of Kunlun.
The white-haired sword god stood in the cold wind, with frost on his temples and between his eyebrows. His eyes were blurred by the flying snow, but it could not disturb the cold sword in his hand.
Xunxun, dressed in white, has a tall and thin figure, but he stands like a majestic mountain.
Behind him is a vast sea of people.
In this extremely cold place in the far west of the continent, it is a place rarely visited by people. But today, too many people want to come here to see what it is like to become an immortal and become an immortal only in legends.
In front of me is a ladder that goes straight up to the blue clouds. It flickers in and out. It's not clear enough, like a mirage in the desert.
No one knows how high the ladder is and how many steps it has.
Because since ancient times, everyone who has stepped onto the ladder to heaven has died, and the bones of those who died are currently placed in confusion on the first step of the ladder to heaven.
According to the knowledge of the world, it is true that no one has ever climbed the ladder to the second step, and they all died on the first step.
Each step of the ladder to heaven is very wide. Just by visual inspection, you can roughly tell that each step is at least ten feet long, but even so, the bones of those who died have almost covered the first step.
Thousands of years have passed since the last person to climb the ladder to heaven. During these thousands of years, no one dared to climb the ladder to heaven again. Until today, the Sword God ascended to the sky.
People who climb the ladder to heaven can become immortals. This is a legend that has been circulating since I don’t know when. Although it is just a legend, people in the world believe it. The reason is not complicated, just because they are more willing to believe that it is true. That’s all.
The world needs a hope, a slim hope to get rid of the suffering of birth, old age, illness and death.
And this hope was pinned on the old sword god by everyone today.
The sword energy gradually dispersed, and the sword god's body was steaming with dense energy. The wind and frost on his temples and eyebrows were melting away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wind and snow in the sky could no longer stay on his body.
The wind and snow don’t come with me
The sword god who had been standing for a long time finally moved. He raised his head and looked up the ladder, as if he could pass through the clouds and reach the ninth level of the sky.
Just when the people behind him were praising the sword god for his miracle of not being affected by the wind and snow, the sword god said something for no reason, as if he was responding to everyone's expectations, but also as if he was speaking to the immortal in the sky.
"A person who becomes an immortal is really immortal? I want to try it myself."
After that, he set off, his white clothes trembling, and his figure disappeared from the eyes of the crowd. After two breaths, his figure suddenly appeared in front of the ladder.
Everyone behind him exclaimed. Although the Sword God has not yet ascended the ladder to heaven, the miracle he showed just before that the wind and snow did not affect his body, and the ghostly movement he now has like changing his body, in the eyes of the world, this is He is no different from an immortal.
The Sword God did not directly step onto the ladder because he felt an invisible barrier blocking his way. It was precisely because of this barrier that the ladder appeared to flicker when viewed from a distance.
He slowly raised his left hand and tapped the barrier with his fingertips, causing ripples. The sword energy spread out and hit the barrier again and again, tearing the barrier to pieces in a short time.
"boom!"
The barrier broke, and he stepped heavily on the first step. Invisible pressure suddenly hit him, as if it was going to flatten him.
Now he knew why those who ascended to heaven would die on the first step. It would be easy to break through the barrier, but under such pressure, even the most powerful martial arts master in the world would still be directly crushed into pulp. .
However, he is not one of them. As the god of swords, he is known as the god who uses swords. He is not the same as the masters of the world. Otherwise, how could he be called the god of swords.
Swing the sword with your right hand and chop lightly
"boom!"
A dull sound of breaking the barrier sounded, and the heavy pressure on the steps dissipated instantly.
With just one sword strike, the rules were changed. This was his current state, the realm of gods.
A god who transcends worldly understanding and walks in the mortal world. From ancient times to the present, there is only one person who has achieved this level.
In the eyes of the world, the realm of the sword god may be comparable to immortals and demons.
Therefore, the world's expectations for the Sword God are much higher than those withered bones on the first step, too much.
"boom!"
The Sword God also stepped on the steps with his other foot. At this time, he was firmly standing on the steps. In the distance behind him, the sea of people was boiling, and the screams were loud.
But he didn't quickly prepare to climb the second step. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and fell into meditation.
The sea of people gradually stopped, and the sound of wind and snow filled the space between heaven and earth again...
For a whole day, the Sword God sat cross-legged on the first step, motionless.
By the time he stood up again, it was already the early morning of the second day. After a whole day of gathering strength, his energy and spirit had reached its peak. The cold light of the long sword in his hand was rising again, and the sword energy on his body was more outward and stronger than yesterday. strong
"Ah!"
I saw him shouting loudly, pointing his long sword at the blue clouds in the distance, bursting out with immeasurable power. At the point of the long sword, the blue clouds dispersed, and the momentum shot straight into the sky, shaking the heaven.
"Wow!"
The long sword slashed down with force, and the sword light extended towards the second step. The barrier in front of the second step was cut off by the sword light as easily as an ordinary screen! A huge hole was opened, and the sword light continued to extend upward.
"boom!"
The dull sound of breaking barriers came again, and the heavy pressure space on the second step was broken by the sword light. What was even more frightening was that the sword light was not affected in the slightest and continued to extend towards the top of the ladder.
"Wow!", "Bang!"
The third level of stairs was broken by sword light
"Wow!", "Bang!"
The fourth floor steps were broken
"Wow!", "Bang!"
Then came the fifth floor, the sixth floor, the seventh floor...
The sword light extended upwards to countless steps until it disappeared into the blue clouds. Everyone could still faintly hear the sound of the barrier being broken.
One sword broke the ladder to heaven, and the legend of the Sword God began to spread from this day forward.
The Sword God no longer stayed, and disappeared on the first step. When he appeared again, he was already standing on hundreds of steps. Then he disappeared again, this time crossing hundreds of steps. .
After disappearing and reappearing dozens of times in a row, the figure of the Sword God finally disappeared from the eyes of the world and disappeared among the blue clouds.
In the distance, the sea of people is boiling again, and countless sentient beings are kneeling towards the ladder to worship, making pilgrimages, and shouting the name of the Sword God.
Until seven days later, all living beings have not dispersed for a long time, admiring this miracle that has never been seen in eternity.
But on this day, another miracle came from the blue clouds, and a majestic voice came down from the sky.
"Mortal, are you here to become an immortal?"
Immediately afterwards, the old voice of the Sword God also came faintly.
"I have a question. Dare I ask, will immortals die?"
Heaven was furious, there was lightning and thunder above the blue clouds, and the human world received the last words passed down by the Sword God and a secret book of swordsmanship.
"From today onwards, I, the Sword God, will set up a sword pavilion in the human world. Those who are willing to be my disciples will establish a sect for me and spread it throughout the ages!"
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After a long, long time, silence returned to the sky, and there was only wind and snow left in the world. No one knew what the outcome would be if the Sword God ascended to the sky. Did he die? Or become an immortal?
But starting from today, there is a powerful sect in the world, Jiange.
………………
As time goes by, eight hundred years pass in the blink of an eye. The wheel of history lingers on this day, leaving similar ruts to those eight hundred years ago.
On the bank of Chijiang River, Liu Yidao, who had been sitting here for thirty years, finally slowly opened his eyes on this day.
The red robe is as bright as the water of the Red River, and the long beard on his face reminds him of how many years have passed in this world.
Thirty years ago, when he was only ten years old, he defeated the contemporary sword sect of Jiangge with one sword, and he became invincible in the world.
But he knows that he will die eventually, and there is no point in being called invincible for a dead person.
The ladder to heaven in the far west of the continent is there, and everyone has been waiting for him since he was ten years old, waiting for him to go up and kill like the one eight hundred years ago.
He didn't do that. He wanted to come to the south, to the bank of the Red River, where the legendary portal of the Demon Sect was located.
He tried many methods to open the door of the Demon Sect, but there was no response.
So, he stayed in seclusion by the Chijiang River for thirty years.
On this day, he finally broke the barrier and decided to break it again.
There was a strong wind on the riverside, which caused his face to become a little deformed.
I saw him slowly stand up, and lightly swipe his left hand towards the void, but an invisible long knife seemed to appear and cut towards the Chijiang River. The originally turbulent Chijiang River calmed down strangely, and then, something terrible happened. Suddenly, the surface of the Chijiang River was split into two by his knife. A large open space appeared in the middle of the Chijiang River, and the rivers on both sides were directly split by the invisible long knife.
Cutting off the flow of water with a knife, his first attack in thirty years was far better than before. If thirty years ago, the Sword Sect of the Jiangge had faced this knife, I am afraid that there would be no bones left.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the Chijiang River that had been separated suddenly reunited, as if nothing had happened. Liu Yidao's expression changed, his brows were filled with fighting spirit, and he waved his right hand back: Peng!" With a sound, a long knife broke out of the ground not far behind him and flew into his hand. The right hand that took the long knife did not make any pause and swung it forward directly. The intention of the knife spread, and the long knife It was like a huge hammer hitting the river directly, as if it was going to smash the entire Chijiang River to pieces.
"boom!"
The waves splashed into the sky and disturbed the entire Chijiang River. Liu Yidao still refused to give up. He retracted his long knife, but then he struck forward with another knife.
"boom!"
Another bigger wave splashed, and then another knife, another knife, and another knife. He seemed determined to crush the entire Chijiang River.
"Boom!"
After an unknown number of blows, Chijiang seemed to have been really smashed by Liu Yidao. The center of the river gradually sunk in, and the water flow gradually subsided, revealing an ancient stone door.
Liu Yidao took a step forward and stepped onto the river. He was walking on the river slowly and slowly towards the stone gate step by step. When he came to the stone gate, he swung his knife again and opened the gate with one blow. Stopping, he jumped into the door...
More than a month later, a young man passed by the Chijiang River and picked up a sword manual and a letter.
The letter reads:
My sword god, Liu Yidao, broke through the Demon Sect's portal and entered, leaving the sword manual in the world. If someone is destined to get my sword manual, they can use it to open a mountain, establish a sword gate, and pass it on to future generations.
A few years later, a new sect emerged in the world, called the Sword Sect.
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Time flies, another three hundred years later
Today is a big day for Jiajiazhuang.
Mr. Jia got up early, rinsed his mouth, took the sweat towel from the maid next to him, and carefully wiped his face in the bronze mirror.
The little maid serving beside him smiled softly and said jokingly
"Old Master, if you wash up so carefully every day, we will be scolded less by the owner of the village."
Mr. Jia was still wiping his face carefully and never wanted to take his eyes away from the bronze mirror, but when he heard this, he laughed and cursed
"You little peach, you really haven't had your bed for three days, even I dare to make fun of you... But I'm in a good mood today, old lady, so I won't argue with you, a little girl."
When Xiao Taozi heard this, the smile on her lips became even stronger.
"Yes, yes, you are the old master of Jiajiazhuang. How can you argue with my little maid all day long? But if you don't leave, you will never see the young master."
The old man was startled and quickly threw down the sweat towel on his hand
"Oh! Why don't you hurry up and change my clothes, old man! What if you miss seeing my eldest grandson?"
There is an empty school ground in Jiajiazhuang, which is usually used for martial arts training by the children in the village.
Mrs. Jia and Xiao Taozi hurried outside the school grounds. At this time, the school grounds were already surrounded by women, children and servants in the village.
"The old man is here."
Xiao Taozi shouted softly, and the people around him heard the sound and took the initiative to move out of the way.
The old man walked forward anxiously, asking people who were giving way as he walked.
"How's it going? Is my grandson still there?"
A servant whispered back
"The young master is still here."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace slightly.
Finally reaching the edge of the school field, the old man stopped walking in, and the onlookers around him did not enter the school field either.
This is what the owner of the village ordered. Only people are allowed to watch, and no one is allowed to disturb the young master.
Almost everyone in the village came today, but the owner and his wife did not come. It is said that the wife cried all night last night, and the owner looked very haggard, but the old man was very excited.
A shirtless young man sat cross-legged in the middle of the school grounds. He had been sitting cross-legged all night. The old man looked at the young man with a kind face, and from time to time he said proudly to the servants who were watching.
"Look, that's my eldest grandson!"
The servant said flattering words of compliments, which made the old man even happier.
At this time, the sky had just dawned, and there was still some darkness in the sky. But in the east, where the sky and the earth met, the warm light had already emerged from there.
The young man opened his eyes and stretched the muscles of his upper body. His bronze skin looked even deeper at this moment of light and darkness.
He stood up, looked at the warm light in the eastern sky, then looked at the side of the school field and stretched his neck. His eyes never moved away from him, and he waved to him and smiled.
The old lady waved to him excitedly, but at this moment, crystal tears fell from the corners of the old lady's eyes inadvertently.
The young man calmed himself down, took a deep breath, and let out a light scold
"ha!"
I saw his bronze skin gradually glowing with a faint red light. He slowly raised his right hand, clasped his palms together into a fist, and smashed forward violently and domineeringly.
"boom!"
In an instant, the ground shook. Not only Jiajiazhuang, but also people hundreds of miles away from Jiajiazhuang felt the shaking to varying degrees.
In the mountains and forests, birds and animals are running around, streams are flowing backwards, in the villages, chickens and dogs are restless, and people are terrified.
On the school field, with one punch, the heaven and earth resonated, the space shook, and then "Crack!", a burst of shattering sound came from the void, and the young man actually made a big hole in the void!
The young man looked back, took one last look at the world, and then stepped into the big hole he made without looking back...
According to the legend of later generations, Jia Wu, the young master of the Jia family, was the third ascendant in the world, and he broke through the void.
……………………
Chang An gently closed the book,
Close your eyes, recall these three legends recorded in the book, and chant
"Sword God, Liu Yidao, Jia Wu."
Gradually fell into deep thought...
After a long time, he came back to his senses, looked at his sleeping sister tenderly beside him, gently stroked her sweaty forehead, and murmured in a low voice.
"Sanliang, no matter what, my brother will find a way to live forever for you."
