Chapter 1

In the hall of mourning.

A bronze coffin lay horizontally, adorned with ancient and vast patterns of birds, beasts, insects, fish, sun, moon, and stars.

A girl in plain white mourning clothes knelt before the coffin.

Outside the hall of mourning, it was a secret realm like a pure land,

where terrifying figures akin to celestial deities and buddhas were fiercely battling.

Roars filled the sky.

Divine blood poured down.

Inside the hall of mourning, however, it was completely silent.

The girl bowed her head to the ground from beginning to end, her expression neither sad nor happy, calm without a ripple.

"Haha, so this is what it's like after I 'died'..."

Su Yi laughed, but his eyes were filled with coldness.

Only when he occasionally looked at the girl did a hint of tenderness, hard to notice, appear in his eyes.

In life, he had roamed the boundless heavens, his sword dominating the starry sky, ruling the great world alone.

He had waged war across the universe, dominating an era.

He was also revered as the only "Master of Ten Thousand Dao" in the ancient history of the Great Wasteland and the Nine Provinces.

In the eyes of the great sword masters of the Great Wasteland and the Nine Provinces, he was the unparalleled "Xuanjun Sword Lord" on the path of the sword.

But after news of his death spread,

everything changed!

"Ha ha ha, melting the azure void, refining the great Dao, from now on, this 'Heaven-Melting Furnace' of Su Xuanjun belongs to me!"

A loud laugh echoed in the secret realm outside the hall of mourning, filled with joy and happiness.

Su Yi looked up.

It was a golden-winged great roc, its wings like clouds hanging in the sky, its color like golden liquid, radiating incomparable brilliance, its might so great that it could crush mountains and rivers.

In its massive, sky-tearing claws, it held a bright red furnace.

"This little bird has also betrayed me..."

Su Yi sighed.

He still remembered that eighty thousand years ago, the golden-winged great roc had prostrated itself outside the mountain gate for ten days and ten nights, just to serve at his feet and listen to the Dao.

Impressed by its sincerity, he had kept it by his side to cultivate.

But now, it called him by name and seized his Heaven-Melting Furnace.

A traitor, pure and simple!

"Su Xuanjun owes the 'Feathered Transformation Sword Court' eight hundred and ninety-three lives, and has stolen our sect's supreme legacy, the 'Ten Directions Sword Sutra.' Today, we are here to collect our debt, and anyone who dares to obstruct us will be killed!"

Under the sky, amidst rolling thunder, a red-robed Daoist shouted fiercely, his killing intent overwhelming.

Su Yi was stunned.

The Feathered Transformation Sword Court was initially just a small, unknown sect,

and its founder was merely one of his thirty-six named disciples.

It was precisely because of Su Xuanjun's might and protection that the Feathered Transformation Sword Court could rise step by step, becoming one of the six great Daoist sects of the Great Wasteland and the Nine Provinces, its power shaking the universe.

But now, people from the Feathered Transformation Sword Court had also come.

The claim of owing eight hundred and ninety-three lives was pure nonsense.

Not to mention, the "Ten Directions Sword Sutra" was a gift from him to the founder of the Feathered Transformation Sword Court!

Clearly, upon learning of his death, the Feathered Transformation Sword Court had fabricated a reason, using the pretense of collecting a debt to rob him.

"Human hearts are no longer what they used to be."

Su Yi couldn't help but shake his head, his mood inevitably sinking.

In those years of his life, he had never wronged those close to him.

"You all listen, Su Xuanjun is the 'Master of Ten Thousand Dao' we all revered. Today, as long as we are here, we cannot tolerate you taking advantage of his death to rob him of his legacy!"

Amidst the torrent of divine blood, a group of mighty figures shouted.

"Bullshit, you sound so righteous, but you're also here to rob his treasures after hearing about Su the old villain's death?"

"Truly hypocritical!"

Someone sneered, retorting.

"Look at what you have in your hands: the Green Vine Immortal Tree, the Great如意 (Ruyi), the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Lamp, the Ten Thousand Flow Purple Jade Bottle... Which one isn't a 'Supreme Dao Treasure' left by Su Xuanjun?"

"If you truly cared, why didn't you put those treasures in Su Xuanjun's coffin to accompany him in death?"

... Many terrifying figures sneered.

The heavens trembled, the battle fierce.

The figures engaged in the battle were all the most powerful beings in the Great Wasteland and the Nine Provinces, their clashes so intense that the scene was terrifying beyond measure.

In Su Yi's eyes, however, it was both laughable and absurd!

These scoundrels had been respectful and obedient to him in life.

But after his "death," they showed their true colors!

"Life and death are indeed different."

Su Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at the girl kneeling before the bronze coffin, his expression softening, "At least Qingtang has always been here..."

Qingtang had followed him to cultivate since she was thirteen, and it had been eighteen thousand nine hundred years. In the Great Wasteland and the Nine Provinces, she was known as the "Empress Qingtang."

To outsiders, Qingtang was a lofty ruler, commanding myriad lands, her power shaking the Nine Provinces, even those of the same realm feared her.

But in front of Su Yi, she was always like a little girl, serving him with gentleness and humility, aside from her cultivation.

"Sister, you have mourned for Master for seven days. If you don't leave now, we will surely be unable to hold on!"

Suddenly, a tall and imposing figure walked into the hall of mourning. His white battle robe was already torn and bloodstained, having just come from a bloody battle, his body radiating a terrifying aura.

Pimo!

The foremost of Su Yi's nine disciples, known as the "Pimo War Emperor," who had followed Su Yi for thirty-nine thousand years.

Qingtang, who had been kneeling before the coffin, slowly rose, her voice cold and indifferent, "Elder Brother, before Master passed away, he already told us nine disciples to leave. Why... did you come back?"

Pimo frowned slightly, his righteousness evident, "How could I stand by and watch those traitors and enemies destroy everything Master left behind? Besides, Sister, you didn't want to leave and were mourning here. As your elder brother, how could I leave?"

Qingtang turned around, her beautiful eyes cold and sharp, staring at Pimo, "It's already come to this, Elder Brother, are you still unwilling to tell the truth?"

Pimo's pupils constricted, "Sister, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?"

Qingtang's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Others might not know, but I am very clear that Elder Brother has always been fixated on Master's 'Nine Hells Sword.'"

Pimo's face changed slightly, he fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, his eyes cold, "Sister, can you say you're here mourning, not for this sword?"

Qingtang did not deny it, her beautiful, fair face as calm as ever, "Elder Brother, you're wrong. I stayed here not just for the Nine Hells Sword."

"What else?" Pimo couldn't help but ask.

Qingtang's gaze swept over the outside world, where celestial deities and demons were fiercely battling, her voice calm, "Everything Master left behind..."

"I want it all!"

Each word was so casual and calm, but by the end, Qingtang's slender, beautiful figure exuded a formidable aura.

"Everything..."

Pimo was first stunned, then couldn't help but laugh, his face full of mockery, "I never thought that among our nine disciples, the one with the biggest appetite would be you, the youngest sister! If Master were still alive, he would never have imagined that his most beloved and trusted Qingtang would be so greedy!"

In fact, Su Yi had been watching coldly from the side.

He didn't care about the betrayal of the golden-winged great roc and the Feathered Transformation Sword Court.

Even if those powerful enemies came to attack, he didn't care.

But when he saw his most trusted disciple Pimo and his most beloved Qingtang each with their own schemes,

he fell silent.

Just some treasures, yet they made his two disciples turn against each other, how tragic!

Clang!

Suddenly, Qingtang made a sudden move, and in one strike, severely injured Pimo.

"I never thought you, you bitch, were hiding so deep!"

In the split second, Pimo seized a chance to escape from the hall, his voice filled with anger and panic.

He never thought his sister's cultivation was far more terrifying than he imagined.

Even Su Yi was surprised; this girl had already broken through.

Pimo didn't linger and fled immediately.

Qingtang didn't chase after him. She stood alone before the bronze coffin, a mocking smile on her lips, muttering,

"If Master knew that his eldest disciple was the first to collude with the six great Daoist sects, how heartbroken would he be?"

"Then there's Third Brother Huoyao. Although he didn't participate, he stole the 'Xuanchu Divine Mirror' when he left, which alone is enough to elevate him to the 'Emperor Realm'..."

"Unfortunately, Master has already passed away and can no longer see this."

Qingtang sighed softly.

Su Yi's face grew increasingly dark.

He now knew that his most trusted eldest disciple had betrayed him, inviting the wolves in!

He also knew that his third disciple Huoyao had stolen the "Xuanchu Divine Mirror," which suppressed this secret realm!

No wonder those traitors and enemies could easily invade his territory...

Thinking of this, Su Yi felt both anger and melancholy.

At this moment, Qingtang suddenly stepped out of the hall.

Her slender, graceful figure seemed to stand alone in the world, her beautiful, cold eyes sweeping the heavens, she spoke coldly,

"From today on, I, Qingtang, will rule the Great Wasteland alone!"

Swish!

A withered sword intent suddenly emerged from her body, rising to fill the heavens. The green, misty sword intent rained down, like countless blades of Xingtian, easily slaying one terrifying figure after another.

In just a moment—

The heavens were painted red with divine blood!

The remaining terrifying beings were all horrified, as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their bodies trembling with cold.

"Submit, or die."

In this terrifying, bloody atmosphere, Qingtang spoke coldly, her voice echoing through the nine heavens and ten earths.

"We are willing to revere the Empress as our ruler!"

"We are willing to revere the Empress as our ruler!"

At this moment, overwhelmed by Qingtang's might, all the celestial deities bowed their heads!

"This girl..."

Su Yi's pupils narrowed, his heart unable to remain calm. He never thought Qingtang's cultivation had reached such a level.

Originally, as a master, he should have been pleased.

But now, he only felt an indescribable loneliness and desolation.

At this point, he understood that his most beloved little disciple had also been hiding something all these years.

Not long after, Qingtang turned and walked back into the hall.

Her gaze returned to the bronze coffin, she bowed, her voice calm,

"Master, your disciple Qingtang has mourned for you for seven days and suppressed those traitors and enemies, fulfilling our master-disciple bond."

"From now on, I will inherit everything you left behind."

As she spoke, she stepped forward, placing her hand on the bronze coffin, speaking softly,

"The Nine Hells Sword cannot be buried with you. Once I unravel the secrets within it, I will return it. Master, don't blame me for disturbing your rest..."

Bang!

The bronze coffin lid was lifted.

In that instant, the always calm and composed Qingtang's expression changed.

"How could it be..."

The bronze coffin was empty.

Not only was the Nine Hells Sword missing, but even Master's body was gone!

Su Yi, who had seen everything, was filled with boiling anger in his eyes.

Even though he had been prepared for all this before deciding to reincarnate and cultivate again,

he still found it hard to suppress his anger.

But gradually, the anger in Su Yi's eyes faded, leaving only endless coldness and indifference.

"When I return, I hope you scoundrels are still alive..."

Su Yi's invisible figure dissipated into the void, completely disappearing.

...

In the 108,000th year of the Great Wasteland calendar, the "Xuanjun Sword Lord" Su Xuanjun, who had dominated the Great Wasteland and the Nine Provinces for an era, fell, shaking the Nine Provinces.

Seven days later.

Su Xuanjun's disciple, Empress Qingtang, swept through the six directions, pacified the celestial deities of the Divine Continent, and became the ruler of the world.

...

Five hundred years later.

In the Great Zhou Kingdom, Yunhe Prefecture, Guangling City.

At dusk, the sunset was like fire.

Outside the Songyun Sword Mansion.

Su Yi stood alone in the distance, waiting for his sister-in-law Wen Lingxue to finish school.

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