Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

"Xuan Huang was plotted against, not long after we were trapped, he hurriedly descended..."

The Liuli Immortal Venerable pondered something, speaking slowly, a hint of heaviness in her words.

Linglong Fairy furrowed her brows, exchanging a glance with Fairy Caiyun, both of them filled with confusion.

In the Qingxu Realm, those possessing Great Divine Techniques were few and far between.

They had little interaction with the Three Saints and Four Heavens of the Divine Land due to differing temperaments. Instead, they had deeper ties and more frequent exchanges with Cangtian, Hao Tian, and Nether Heaven.

Logically, if they were in trouble, the ones coming to help should not have been from the Xuan Huang lineage.

"Who could have done this?" Linglong Fairy asked.

The Liuli Immortal Venerable spoke gently, but with a hint of severity:

"When we were trapped, there were rumors in the East Sea about the Ancestral Dragon intending to refine us into a Slaughter Treasure capable of killing the saints, observing Xuan Huang’s actions, Fellow Daoist Ancestral Dragon, I’m afraid, truly harbored ill intentions."

"This time, thanks to a fellow daoist’s secret assistance, the Jade Sky Streaming Light Galaxy sent an early warning, allowing the True Cultivators to deliver messages in time. Unfortunately, the secrets of heaven were chaotic, otherwise, we three saints would have thanked that benefactor personally."

With that, the Liuli Immortal Venerable slightly shook her head, regret evident in her expression.

Linglong Fairy and Fairy Caiyun lightly nodded in response to these words, the three of them naturally intended to repay this life-saving grace in kind.

At this moment, within the Three Immortals Palace, a True Cultivator in a purple robe hesitated for a moment, finally gathering the courage to slowly step forward and salute: "Three Immortal Venerables, may I ask what kind of scene the outside world has become that it has caused such turmoil?"

Linglong Fairy gently nodded, her expression solemn: "Although the Dragon Race has retreated, the Ancestral Dragon has not let it rest, for a Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth is about to descend."

"Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth?!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the True Cultivators were startled, calculating with their fingers, their expressions varied, a mix of fear and worry, making the atmosphere in the palace instantly tense.

"Please, Immortal Venerable, send us away from Jade Sky Immortal Island." The True Cultivator in a purple robe, anxious and restless, immediately requested.

"Immortal Venerable." Hearing this, the other True Cultivators, their minds in chaos, also spoke up in agreement. Born of the mortal world, how could they truly sever all ties, their loved ones and friends were the soft spots in their hearts.

Liuli Immortal Venerable’s gaze was like a torch, lightly sweeping over everyone, especially pausing for a moment on the Zizhu Demon Master, sensing the faint entanglement of karmic threads on them, secretly contemplating.

Is it our benefactor? Are they on Purple Bamboo Mountain?

Liuli Immortal Venerable gently parted her lips:

"Fellow Daoist Zizhu, are you worried about something happening at home?"

...

Four years later.

[Fortune: 5~71]

Ning Xunqiu opened the Celestial Derivation Volume and continued writing after the Demon Sword.

[That person returned to Beixuan County Government City with the Broken Sky Sword and Demon Sword. I have been stored in Beixuan Academy’s Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, unnoticed for three years as I am merely a common artifact.]

[Inconspicuous as I am, I was noticed in a corner by a student of Beixuan Academy...]

...

[I am unimaginably bored within the Demon Sword, my will clear, yet devoid of senses, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to fall asleep, time is my greatest enemy.]

[If this continues, I will truly turn into dead matter, or go mad.]

[Seven days later, after waiting three years within the Demon Sword, I finally awaited the next Sword Holder.]

[At this moment in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, a youth came to retrieve a sword, his short, simple hair fluttering lightly in the breeze, his face youthful and ordinary, his frame somewhat thin, yet his eyes firm and bright, wearing a blue uniform, with a white bird embroidered with spread wings on the left side of the garment.]

This is Beixuan Academy’s Head—Feiyan Suit.

He is the "Seventh Chief" of Beixuan Academy, at sixteen years old, he has achieved minor success in the Gentle Breeze Breathing Technique, entry-level in Flying Swallow Swordsmanship, entry-level in Blood Burning Body Refining Technique, with a Sword Dao Rating of "Third-Rank Sword Disciple."

["Our Beixuan Academy’s Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion houses three thousand one lower-grade weapons, eight hundred seven middle-grade weapons, one hundred three top-grade weapons, fifty-seven Treasure Artifacts, among which only seven are top-grade Treasure Artifacts."]

The Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion introduced each one to the youth and then smiled and said: "Ah Feng, as the Seventh Chief, you can choose any usable Sword Artifact among the weapons."

["Teacher, is this?" Youth Ah Feng surveyed, before his eyes was a five-meter-long big spear, lofty like a sky-pillar, exuding a Barbaric Wilderness aura, but this weight doesn’t suit his style.]

["This Flood Dragon Great Spear, weighing seven hundred pounds, was the top-grade Treasure Artifact used in youth by the new Seven Swords "Beixuan Sword Master Azure Heaven Dragon King" and is also the supreme treasure of Beixuan Academy." The Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion introduced with some respect, for the youth Ah Feng.]

["Seven Swords..." The youth Ah Feng yearned upon hearing, in the Dongzhou Hundred Countries, since ancient times, "Swordsmen and the Emperor govern the world together, Sword Saints precede the Emperor."]

[Among the Sword Saints, there are seven "Sword Leaders" who command the world.]

[The Swordsman heritage spans five thousand years, marking the beginning of civilization.]

[In the Barbaric Wilderness era, once people were stimulated, they could awaken special abilities within their bloodline, take up a sword artifact, and freely unleash the "Power of Heaven and Earth."]

[The Hundred Races slaughtered endlessly, war continued unstopped for eight hundred years.]

[Until in the end only the strongest seven remained, they opened their eyes to see the world clearly, corpses strewn everywhere, filled with devastation, the seven finally awoke, shook hands and made peace, laid down their swords together, sat and discussed the Dao at "Tongtian Mountain," creating the "Four Basic Breathing Techniques," from which civilization was born.]

[Thus the origin of "Sword Leaders."]

[I, this Demon Sword, staying in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion for three years, learned much, knowing this "Swordsman" is not just armed strength, but rather a "Trinity," equivalent to the ancient "nobles," "scholars," combined with "martial artists," virtually unbeatable.]

[All officials in Dongzhou are bound by a strict rule, they must be a swordsman.]

[Youth Ah Feng continued to choose sword artifacts, in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, those top-grade weapons of three to five hundred pounds, hammers, axes, sky-piercing halberds, even middle-grade weapons were unusual, this was created for Sword Holders cultivating family-inherited "Middle Grade Sword Skill."class tailored for themselves.]

Youth Ah Feng was disappointed, only having the academy’s basic Swordsmanship "Flying Swallow Swordsmanship," and his family conditions were limited, thus unable to afford regular meat meals, medicated baths, Great Medicines, his body was inherently weak.

[Yet among the lower-grade weapons, there were a few normal sword artifacts, which the youth Ah Feng weighed in his hand before silently putting down.]

Suddenly, as he turned his head, a black light flashed, suddenly brightening the youth Ah Feng’s eyes, amidst a pile of knives, spears, swords, and halberds, he saw a three-foot black sword covered in dust, the youth Ah Feng approached and picked up the black sword, his hand running over the blunt blade, observing the sizable notches, it had nothing exceptional.

He closed his eyes, using his hand as a sword finger, gliding over the pitch-black blade, the black sword hummed, as if blown by a gentle breeze as his hand moved, the sword was light and effortless, making the youth Ah Feng feel as if this sword was crafted just for him.

["Teacher, I’ve made my choice." Youth Ah Feng carried the black sword out and spoke to the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.]

["A Broken Sword?! How is there a common artifact here?!"

The Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion took a careful look at the black sword, frowned slightly, and advised: "Ah Feng, such an opportunity to choose a sword as the first seat is rare, you should choose another sword artifact."]

["I’ll take this one." The youth Ah Feng’s smile was pure.]

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