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  She said, "I rarely tell you about the great trend of heaven and earth since their formation. Today, since I have come to the underworld, I will simply tell you a little bit. At the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth, there were countless living beings, among which there was a kind of living being called Wu, born from heaven and nurtured by earth, who controlled thunder and electricity. Among this Wu tribe, there were twelve ancestral Wus, whose magical powers reached the heavens and penetrated the earth, each with an ancestral temple."

  At the end of summer, Lian did as the eldest and also the bravest one. She couldn't help but ask: "Is this really that..."

  "That's right, it's one of the twelve ancestral witch temples." The Lord of Guanghan Palace said: "Do you see the sword mark on the top of that city?"

  The numerous disciples of the Guanghan Palace couldn't help but carefully examine the cracks on the city wall, and they had previously caught a glimpse of the cracks on the city wall at a glance, wondering what kind of great battle had taken place here.

  "There are sword marks left by the Guanghan Sword among those sword marks." Although the tone of the Guanghan Palace Master did not change much, anyone could feel the pride in her voice. Suddenly, they suddenly understood why their master would ignore those Xuanmen Taoist sects in the world. It turned out that their own Guanghan Palace had such a long history, and had played such a dazzling role in the history of heaven and earth.

  "That was a battle of turning stars and collapsing cycles. The Ancestral Witch of the Wu Tribe, the Heavenly Emperor of the Yao Tribe, the Ancestral Founder of the Dao Sect, and some scattered Immortals of Heaven and Earth were all fighting for that one thread of life, in a chaotic war. Perhaps you've never even heard of the Heavenly Emperor of the Yao Tribe or the Eastern Emperor, perhaps you've never even heard of the Star Lords of the Heavenly Court at that time, but surely you must have heard of the three Ancestral Founders of the Dao Sect?"

  "The disciples have heard that the three ancestors of Taoism, Taishang, Yuanshi and Tongtian, are superhuman and sacred. The mysterious gates of today's world all originated from them." Xia Mojie said.

  The master of the Guanghan Palace said, "That's right. The Kunlun School, the number one Taoist sect in the world, is indeed the orthodox lineage of Yuanshi Tianzun. Apart from this, the larger the sects in the world are, the deeper their relationship with them is. However, relying on their divine powers, they still had to form an alliance with the two masters of the Western Church during the great war at that time in order not to fall. The name of the Six Saints, commonly known throughout the world, was born from this battle."

  The words of the Guang Han Palace Master shocked them, although there were countless legends in the world, but hearing it from their own master's mouth made it feel so real, and in this legend, their own sect was also involved.

  "Which side does our Guanghan Palace belong to?" Xia Mojing couldn't help but ask.

  "The weakest of the scattered immortals in heaven and earth." The Lord of Guanghan Palace said.

  Yan Luoniang immediately thought of the ancestral portrait she had worshipped when she first entered the sect, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall a great divine being like this existing in the world.

  "After that battle, the Tian Di San Xian were almost completely wiped out, and the Ancestor escaped in the chaos."

  "Ah..."

  Some of the disciples couldn't help but exclaim. Yan Luonang thought to herself: "Since it's a great defeat, what about the Turning Wheel Temple in front of me, one of the ten temples of the underworld? How did the Twelve Ancestors' Witch Temple become the Ten Castles of the Netherworld King? Did the witch tribe also lose? It seems that there are no people from the witch tribe in the world now, they must have lost too. What about the Demon Emperor of the demon tribe? I've never heard of the name of the emperor, they must have lost too. But the Daoist ancestors haven't been seen by anyone either, and have long become a mythical legend. In this world now, even becoming an immortal is impossible. It seems that there's a discontinuity in the historical process of heaven and earth. Who won in the end?"

  Yan Luoniang thought so in her heart, but didn't ask out loud. However, Xia Mo Liang expressed the doubts that were on her mind.

  "In the end, no one has won. The winner is this world, everything is being ground down in the cycle of reincarnation. Countless people who have transcended the heavens and earth have tried to control the cycle, achieving an indestructible path to eternal life, but they all disappeared under the grinding of the cycle."

  What she said was understandable, but it made all the disciples hard to digest. No one answered, and the master of Guanghan Palace continued: "The twelve temples of Zu Wu, ten temples formed a city of Yin, and two temples disappeared without a trace. Look at the sword marks on the top of the city wall, which have been there for thousands of years, and there is still residual killing energy left. Can you guess what kind of sword left it?"

  She had said before that those sword scars might have been left by Guang Han Sword, and now hearing her ask this, it was clear that it was just a guess.

  Yan Luoniang immediately thought of the legendary Xian-killer sword of Tongtian Jiao's, one of the Six Saints.

  At the end of summer, Lianlue sank into thought and said: "According to legend, among the world's top swordsmen, there were seven preeminent ones from the very beginning. The Saint of Tongtian alone obtained four of them. Could it be that he was the one who slew the immortal?"

  "The world's top swordsmen, before the heavens had seven, Tongtian Shengzhe alone occupied four, indeed not wrong. This city head must have the sword mark left by Xianjian Sword. However, people only heard about Xianjian, but didn't know Qingyan." The master of Guanghan Palace seemed to fall into a state of trance, and as if mentioning the two words Qingyan again, remembered something.

  "What's wrong?"

  The many disciples had indeed never heard of it and did not know what the Qingyan sword was. They knew about the extermination of immortals only because they had received the orthodox teachings passed down by the Tongtian Sect Master.

  "Green sword, the green sword is a world-destroying sword, it is a sword that has killed all the immortals and saints in the sky." The voice of the Queen of the Cold Palace seemed to have also been tinged with a hint of murderous intent when she said "killed all the immortals and saints in the sky".

  "Who does this sword belong to?" Xia Mojing also seemed to have been infected, and asked tightly.

  "Humanity falls south."

  "Who is Nan Luo?"

  "He is the holder of Qingyan Sword, once the first Star Lord of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, the strongest existence between heaven and earth, who can turn a sword into a heavenly river and kill all the saints in the sky with no emotions." The master of Guanghan Palace looked at the black revolving hall and said, his voice seemed to have traversed thousands of years, becoming low and solemn.

  The disciples were still savoring her words, and they naturally believed them, but couldn't digest them for the time being. Suddenly, they thought of the Heavenly River disaster a thousand years ago, and remembered that their ancestors had also been on the side of the scattered immortals during the great war. So what was the relationship between their ancestors and this Nan Luo? Doubts arose in their minds, but before they could ask, the master of Guanghan Palace continued: "Although the Guanghan Sword is not as good as Qingyan, it was forged by our ancestors using the power of the moon's splendor. In its heyday, our ancestors had slain countless great demons and monsters. Among the countless spiritual swords in the world, Guanghan is the first, but after a thousand years of silence, perhaps no one knows about it anymore."

  Everyone who heard her words couldn't help but fix their gaze on the Guanghan Sword, and saw that its scabbard was as white as condensed moonlight, with smooth lines. Compared to other swords in the world, this sword seemed to be narrower by a fraction, yet longer by a fraction.

  At this time, a disciple suddenly asked: "Master, that evil spirit has escaped into the revolving wheel hall, what should we do now?"

  "The ancestors once left a testament: unless it is the time of great change in heaven and earth, the Guanghan Palace cannot set foot on dust. In recent years, there have been frequent appearances of demonic spirits crossing the tribulation and transforming into human form between heaven and earth, which is the greatest anomaly in a thousand years. Moreover, the vengeful spirits from the underworld have appeared in the world of the living, indicating that great change is imminent. It's also time for the Guanghan Palace to enter the world...". The master of the Guanghan Palace said this as if she was talking to herself, and also seemed to be saying it to the Guanghan Sword in her hand. She slowly drew out the Guanghan Sword from its scabbard, and it seemed that what was drawn out was not a sword, but a scabbard of moonlight. At the same time, she said: "It's also time for the Guanghan Sword to shine in the world..."

  The scabbard seemed to contain the moonlight of a thousand years, and as the master of Guanghan Palace moved, the moonlight emerged from the dark clouds, spreading out a vast expanse of light. The moonlight submerged the disciples behind the master of Guanghan Palace, and under its light, the figures of the disciples became indistinct and slowly disappeared. Meanwhile, the moonlight flashed at the gate of Zhuàn Lún City and vanished without a trace.

  In this land of darkness, the sky suddenly lit up, but only for an instant before returning to darkness. In front of that dark city, everyone disappeared along with that patch of moonlight, as if this space had never appeared to those worldly visitors.

  Everything that happens in this quiet and lifeless underworld is destined to be unknown, but the Jiuhua State outside the underworld is so eye-catching.

  In recent years, even ordinary cultivators have felt some abnormalities in the world. However, apart from the countless demonic spirits competing to cross the tribulation, only the city of Balin in the state of Jiuhua has truly shown anomalies.

  At this time, Baling City had become a ghost town in people's eyes, a city of yin and yang.

  At this time, no one from the Xuanmen Taoist sect was willing to come and exorcise the evil spirits. When they saw that three City Gods and a River God had been invited in, but within a few days two of the City Gods fled in disarray, even fewer people dared to venture inside to investigate. The gods and spirits of the Baoling territory were all watching from afar, surrounding the place from all four directions, not daring to get close, as if they feared being tainted by the evil yin energy.

  Yu Ling was different from them, for she was a ghost spirit to begin with, and no one knew that she had followed Qin Cheng into the underworld of Qin Guang City and returned unscathed. Since her trip to the underworld, Chen Jing had sensed a mysterious aura emanating from her, and his magical powers were no longer able to see through her at a glance.

  She stepped in, and all she saw were some eerie shadows and lost souls. She didn't have the slightest feeling of disgust towards these souls in front of her. The chill that seeped from the ground also didn't make her avoid it like other demons did; instead, she felt a sense of being in her element, like a fish in water.

  The cold and gloomy atmosphere is not what's scary, what's scary is that there might be some unknown resentment hidden within this yin energy. Those who practice curses often rely on evil objects to cast their spells, so those low-level demons don't dare get close.

  In the gloomy black fog, there were already two teams of dark soldiers guarding the city gate. Each of them had an eerie aura about them, and the spirits passing by their side seemed to be completely ignored. What the spirits saw with their eyes was something that ordinary people in Baoling City could not see, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't leave. Occasionally, someone with a keen sense of awareness might catch a glimpse of what looked like a ghostly shadow, but it would always remain unclear.

  Xu Ling knew that the evil spirits in Ba Ling City would never let all the spirits leave. Two hundred thousand living souls were his excellent supplements.

  When she completely entered the city of Ba Ling, she raised her head to look at the sky, a piece of inky blackness, different from the darkness of night, but a kind of oppressive darkness that seemed to have a black gauze covering her eyes.