Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 11 Only When You Enter Reincarnation

A cyan shadow flashed, and Ding Hao came to the lonely and cold ruins’ tactical deployment at the bottom of the sea.

Bright Moon Immortal lived here.

This was the place where Bright Moon Immortal was once trapped. After eliminating Hades True Immortal, Ding Hao used the Reincarnation Power to help Bright Moon Immortal get out of the state of undead so that she could wander freely between heaven and earth.

However, Bright Moon Immortal had no worries or desires for cultivation in this world. Even though the world was vast, she still chose to stay in this place that she was most familiar with.

“Little guy, what brings you here?”

In the ruins that had not changed for a hundred years, a woman in white slowly walked out. She was an extremely beautiful woman. All the words that could be used to describe a beautiful woman in the world were not enough to describe her in detail. Her extraordinary temperament made people first associate her with the word “immortal”.

She was one of the Immortal Period’s Eight True Immortals, Bright Moon Immortal.

Even though Ding Hao was now the imperator of this continent, Bright Moon Immortal still called him “little guy”. If others heard this, they would definitely think that there was something wrong with their ears or brains.

Although Ding Hao had become the imperator, he had always respected the elders.

Bright Moon Immortal was a senior who was many generations greater than him. Moreover, before he became an immortal, he had received a lot of help from her. In any case, Ding Hao was happy to have her address him in that way.

“I haven’t seen you for many years. I’m here to say hello,” Ding Hao said politely.

“I do wish to have a proper chat with you. However, as you’re the imperator now, you must be a very busy person. You would not come to visit me without a reason. If there’s anything that you need my help with, feel free to ask.” Bright Moon Immortal was very straightforward. She spoke her mind. Ever since the fire artificer died, her personality had also changed somewhat.

Ding Hao chuckled and said, “In that case, I will get straight to the point.”

Ding Hao told Bright Moon Immortal about his adventure in the secret space of the Sea God Palace, as well as the 24 altars, the things that disappeared, and the dark power.

Bright Moon Immortal was one of the two experts who had lived from the Immortal Period until now. Perhaps she had some understanding of what had happened before the Immortal Period.

But the result didn’t meet Ding Hao’s end.

Bright Moon Immortal said with a smile, “My apologies, I don’t know much about the events before the Immortal Period.”

She was naturally indifferent to fame, wealth, and power. After she learned from Xuan Tianzong and became one of the Eight True Immortals, she rarely pursued power and status. The reason why she was ranked among the Eight True Immortals was that the other seven True Immortals had the same master as her, and her strength was indeed very strong.

Bright Moon Immortal looked at Ding Hao and said, “Little guy, what you said is very strange. There are not many people in the world who know about the epoch before the Immortal Period. I have a bad feeling. I don’t know much about what you want to know. Why don’t you go to my master Xuan Tianzong? He has a long life span and may be able to provide some clues.”

This woman, who looked only in her early twenties, had lived for tens of thousands of years. Anyone would find it unbelievable.

“That’s exactly what I think. Then I’ll take my leave.”

Just as Ding Hao was about to leave, Bright Moon Immortal added, “Is that fat cat still alive?”

Ding Hao smiled and said, “It’s doing okay. Next time I’ll ask it to come over and have a good chat with you.”

Bright Moon Immortal nodded and said, “That’s great. I do miss that fat cat.”

Ding Hao saluted and then left.

…

In the White-Robed Divine Palace on the Central Divine Continent.

Outside the grand hall, there was only a single figure standing in the vast land.

That person was dressed in white from head to toe. From a distance, he looked like a spotless snowflake in the Land of the Divine.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that this person’s hair and eyebrows were all white, and even his skin was white.

Who else could it be but the White-Robed Emperor, Mu Tianyang?

At this moment, he was standing alone outside the hall, staring into the distance as if he was waiting for something.

Suddenly, Mu Tianyang’s eyebrows moved slightly, and he slightly smiled.

He said, “You’re here.”

“You got me again.”

A cyan shadow flashed, and Ding Hao appeared outside the main hall, in front of Mu Tianyang.

“We meet once in ten years. It’s been ten years since we last met. I thought that it’s time for you to come over, anyway…” Mu Tianyang said with a smile, “My sword suddenly became restless. It told me you were coming.”

They had been friends for more than 200 years and had turned enemies into friends. But every time when Mu Tianyang saw Ding Hao, both his heart and his sword would tremble involuntarily.

However, that was only a temporary reaction. Although Mu Tianyang was always concerned about his battle with Ding Hao, at this time he valued his people more. Now, Ding Hao was not someone he could challenge.

“I’m here for something else,” Ding Hao said concisely.

“Master Devil is not here.” Mu Tianyang seemed to have guessed why Ding Hao came.

Ding Hao didn’t come to the White-Robed Divine Palace for Mu Tianyang, the Mu Tianyang, but for Xuan Tianzong, the ancestor of all immortals.

“Where did he go?” Ding Hao asked.

“He’s traveling around the world. I don’t know where he is. Many people have not seen him for a long time,” Mu Tianyang replied.

Ever since the death of Hades True Immortal, Xuan Tianzong had been traveling the world and living an unrestrained life. His whereabouts became mysterious.

Ding Hao nodded.

The two men stood in front of the great hall, looking at the vast land with different thoughts running through their minds. In the blink of an eye, the White-Robed Empress, Liu Lingzui, had someone serve a chessboard. The two men played three consecutive rounds, both winning and losing.

“Let’s call it a day.” Ding Hao stood up.

Mu Tianyang seemed to want to say something, but he changed his mind and nodded. “Goodbye!”

In the blink of an eye, Ding Hao disappeared.

The area outside the hall was empty.

That white figure was still standing there, gazing into the distance.

…

After leaving the great hall of the White-Robed Divine Palace, Ding Hao did not immediately leave the Central Continent. Instead, he arrived at a towering mountain peak reaching the clouds.

“In this world, if someone knows the whereabouts of Xuan Tianzong, it must be Mu Tianyang. Now that even Mu Tianyang doesn’t know the whereabouts of this ancestor of ten thousand immortals, it seems that Xuan Tianzong doesn’t wish to be found.”

...

Surrounded by the white clouds, Ding Hao sat quietly on the top of the mountain, thinking.

“There are too many questions. I must find this immortal from the Remote Period.”

Immediately, Ding Hao focused and closed his eyes. A gust of extremely powerful Divine Senses was projected in an instant, covering the entire continent under Ding Hao’s powerful Divine Senses.

Ding Hao was searching for Xuan Tianzong’s location with supreme power.

When Ding Hao opened his eyes again, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked slightly confused.

“Even my Divine Senses can’t detect Xuan Tianzong’s location. What’s going on?”

Ding Hao became more certain that things had become strange. He once again concentrated and closed his eyes to sort out everything.

Ding Hao received two letters from the White-Robed Divine Palace the next morning. One of them had nothing written on the envelope, while the other one was written with the words “Mu Tianyang”. These two letters were sent by Mu Tianyang’s men.

Ding Hao first opened the letter with the words “Mu Tianyang” written on it.

In the letter, it wrote, “Before Master Devil left, he left behind a letter, but he didn’t say who it was for. I opened it and read it, but I don’t understand. I believe this letter is for you. I hope it will be helpful to you.”

Ding Hao and Mu Tianyang were both the top masters in the world. They could clearly transmit messages and objects while being thousands of miles away from each other, but Mu Tianyang used the ancient way of delivering letters. Ding Hao had a greater feeling that he could not fathom him.

...

Ding Hao hurriedly opened the letter left by Xuan Tianzong. There was only one sentence in the letter.

“Only when you enter reincarnation will you know whether things are true.”

After reading the letter, Ding Hao was lost in thought and made a decision.

…

Ding Hao began to patrol the six paths.

He wanted to verify the accuracy of his assumption.

There were gloomy and low-lying black clouds in the sky, and there was a kind of death and loneliness in the air. The light was dim, and the earth was dark and boundless. A big river was whistling and running silently into the distance. There were dense ghosts floating in the river, rising and falling.

It was the scene of the Hell Path.

Ding Hao had come to the Hell Path.

Naturally, Ding Hao first wanted to find his two friends, Lin Xin and Li Canyang.

They were both Ding Hao’s good brothers when they were in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. When the Sage Battlefield collapsed that day, they were not as lucky as Lei Tingchan, Fang Tianyi, and the others. They did not land directly in the Land of Divine Grace. They were swept into a dark space and tragically transformed into dark puppets.

When Ding Hao found the remnants of their Divine Senses, their bodies had been completely blackened. They could be considered to have died in a normal sense.

Coincidentally, under the effect of the Heavenly Samsara Disc, their Divine Senses fragments were sent to the Hell Path. The fragments were warmed and strengthened, miraculously strengthening. They turned into complete consciousness and formed complete bodies.

It could be said that the two men had been reborn in the Hell Path. But now, they could no longer remember many things that had happened when they were alive. The Hell Path was currently the most suitable place for them to slowly recall and practice.

In a gloomy forest, Ding Hao found Lin Xin and Li Canyang, who were still sitting cross-legged in an open space.

Ding Hao did not immediately go over to greet them but watched them quietly in the distance.

At this time, Li Canyang’s long hair was scattered. Not only did it not look messy, but it also added a bit of heroic sense to him. His eyes were closed, and his thick black eyebrows were very eye-catching on his surprisingly fair face.

The previous pink-faced young man, the head of the Western Academy of red shirts, had been so high-spirited and vigorous. Now he was living in seclusion in the Hell Path, and his memory was incomplete. He had to recultivate his martial arts. Thinking of this, people could not help but sigh.

On the other side, Lin Xin was sitting with his legs crossed beside Li Canyang.

The same loose hair added a bit of heroism to this handsome man. With a handsome face and exquisite facial features, he was Prince Charming in the hearts of countless young girls like Ding Hao in those days.

Lin Xin’s good friend Ren Xiaoyao had incredible heavens luck, but Lin Xin had been eroded by the extremely cruel and terrible dark power. Whoever knew that such a talented and handsome man had such a difficult experience would be sad.

Silently watching the two people, Ding Hao found that they had a common characteristic. Their skin was surprisingly fair as if it had been covered with a thick layer of powder, but it looked so natural.

At the same time, the backs of the two people sitting cross-legged on the ground were constantly emitting black Qi. This was a kind of extremely thin black Qi, which was not easy to be discovered by ordinary people.

Ding Hao took a look at them and knew what was going on.

The two men were currently cultivating the Soul Tao.

Before they successfully broke through the next bottleneck, Ding Hao did not want to interrupt them. He just watched them quietly. At this moment, he seemed to be lost in memories and recalled the life they had lived together in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

At that time, they were just nominal disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Although the competition between the academies was fierce, they helped each other and advanced together.

Back then, Li Jianyi was still the head of the sect. He led the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to catch up with the Tranquility Academy step by step. During those days, Qi Qingshan was still a mysterious old man. He took good care of Ding Hao.

Even though it wasn’t as peaceful and prosperous as it was now, things were comparatively stable. There hadn’t been so many fierce battles and countless unnecessary sacrifices.

Those days were hundreds of years ago.