Laughing wildly, yet tears streamed down my face.
Wiping away the tears, he chuckled sinisterly and said, "Well then, it saves me the trouble of doing it myself."
Tang Ningxin frowned and said, "What have you gone through? Why does something feel off? You used to be carefree and rebellious, but you didn’t have this madness..."
"Madness?"
Tang Yanzhang interrupted the azure-clad Divine Maiden’s words, his eyes wide open, "Madness is just right. How else can one aspire to the pinnacle of Sword Dao? How else can one carve a bloody path through this sky-piercing Thorn Forest?"
With that, he formed a sword with his fingers, and with a flick, the sound rang like a heavenly bell crashing through clouds, dispersing like waves.
Tang Yanzhang touched the flying sword, gazing at it with a mix of laughter and tears. Suddenly, he said, "Tang Ningxin, tell our clan not to worry; I will delve into the Sea of Suffering myself. The fate of the Formless Ancient Race, I will take it upon myself.
My feelings for the clan are not less than yours...
As for the one who killed the Primordial Ancestor, you should be able to guess who it is, and I can guess too.
I honed my skills originally to face the Primordial Ancestor in battle. Now that the Primordial Ancestor is dead, let it be him instead."
With that, he swung his sword, dispersing the surrounding mirage mist.
The sky was clear for miles, the sunset bathing the ravine.
"Such a place of concealment, there’s no need to linger." Tang Yanzhang smiled faintly, looking around at the clan members gathered, and proclaimed, "It’s time to return home."
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Several years later...
In a soul threshold deep in the original Sea Race region, a dragon’s claw suddenly emerged, slowly reaching outward, spreading poisonous mist wherever it went, as all surrounding life was sacrificed.
Gradually, the massive poisonous dragon’s head emerged, muttering, "Though I was blocked a little, luckily, I was just one step away. At last, I’ve emerged, hehe..."
Then, it muttered to itself, ’Big brother is powerful. To emerge will take him a long time, so let the third brother come out first to help. After all, among so many cultivators, there must be a fool to stand in front.
The third brother is perfect for such a task.
As for the human who killed the fourth brother, there’s time... before the world tips over, we’ll surely meet.’
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Time flew by, and in an instant, more than fifty years had passed.
In the Vast Sea of the low-level Cultivation Profound Realm, besides the Celestial Calamity Beasts, two Celestial Demon Dragons had appeared, creating chaos.
This news, though concealed, was no secret to the upper-level cultivators.
For a time, winds rose and clouds surged.
The Sword Alliance, Five Blessed Lands, Seven Great Bandits, and other forces dispatched cultivators to the low-level Cultivation Profound Land to slay the demon dragons.
It’s not purely for the benefit of the Human Race, but because everyone knows... if the Celestial Demons are left unchecked, the world’s end will arrive more quickly, and if the Celestial Demons grow strong, eventually, almost everyone could become their feed.
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