Legend of Swordsman

4796 The Shattered Heavenly Court in the Past

Looking at the silent and deathly Heavenly Region, Jian Wushuang doubted the truth of Chen Qing’s words.

This was nothing like a mysterious Heavenly Abode where the most precious treasures were kept. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a dead Heavenly Tomb.

Chen Qing scratched his head. “But then again, although this place is not quite the same as the places where treasures are hidden, there must be some treasures hidden here. Who knows, it might be of great use to us.”

At this time, Chun Qiu’s voice was heard. “Brother Chen Qing, are you sure this is the treasure land you mentioned and not a battlefield?”

Jian Wushuang followed the sound and saw Chun Qiu bending over. With a wave of his hand, a large piece of dark brown soil was pushed away, revealing a broken True Sword.

It was unknown how many years it had been buried underground, but the True Sword was still emitting a soul-chilling aura.

However, everyone’s gaze was focused below the True Sword.

It was a glistening white bone that had already lost its flesh and blood. He even maintained the posture of his last moment of life, holding a True Sword in one hand and covering his chest with the other, but his head did not exist.

It was a skeleton at the peak of the Yan Immortal realm. Jian Wushuang was sure that his Immortal Source had been shattered by an external force, along with the True Sword that he had thrust out.

To be able to directly kill a peak Yan Immortal like this, there was no other possibility other than the Grand Yan Immortal.

Jian Wushuang seemed to have felt it. He stretched out his hand and swept up layers of dark brown sand.

Then, a shocking scene appeared.

As the dark brown sand was peeled off, broken pieces of various ultimate treasures and horrifying bodies were exposed in the air.

As far as the eye could see, there were hundreds of Immortal bones!

There were so many white bones under the ground. Was the ground that had not been lifted up also full of white bones?

Jian Wushuang roughly glanced at the exposed white bones and found that they were all in the Yan Immortal realm.

To be able to bury so many Yan Immortals here, just how terrifying must their opponents be?

A Yan Immortal’s body, even if they died, wouldn’t turn into Immortal bones after several years. But now, these Yan Immortals had all turned into Immortal bones. From this, it could be seen that they died more than ten years ago.

One Hua Year was enough for a universe to reincarnate ten times. Ten Hua Years could no longer be measured by time.

Everyone’s expression unconsciously became serious. This was definitely not the so-called hidden treasure ground that Cheng Qing had mentioned.

It was an ancient battlefield!

“Could this be the ancient battlefield left behind by Emperor Zhen Wuyang when he established the Great Si Region?” Cheng Qing muttered.

However, no one could answer him. They were all confused.

“Brother Jian, what should we do? should we leave or do a search?” Chun Qiu asked.

Jian Wushuang waved his hand and buried the hundreds of Immortal bones again with the sand. Then he said, “Since we’ve come here by accident, let’s go and check it out. There’s no aura of any living creature here, so it should be fine.”

Chun Qiu nodded. After following Jian Wushuang for so long, he had long believed in Jian Wushuang’s decision and was determined to follow him.

He immediately followed Jian Wushuang and walked forward.

Cheng Qing was in high spirits, and from time to time, he would explore the places where there might be Supreme Treasures.

Di Qing did not say much. As a Nine Revolution Grand Yan Immortal, he also sensed that this Heavenly Region had reached the point where it couldn’t be more dead. Naturally, he followed Jian Wushuang to investigate.

Cui Jing was the only one who looked like he had lost his soul. It was obvious that he had not recovered from Sha Qing’s death.

The five figures, led by Jian Wushuang, shuttled through the extremely silent Heavenly Region.

The dark brown earth under their feet seemed to have no end and extended forward.

The dark brown ground was not this color from the beginning. It was the color of divine blood, the divine blood of Yan Immortals.

Perhaps, there was a great ancient war here. Countless Yan Immortals, even Grand Yan Immortals, died in this war and were eventually buried by the sand. It was dead and desolate.

The further they went, the more the sky in the distance began to change.

Cracks that looked like chasms tore the sky apart. At the same time, pillars and broken walls engraved with mysterious and ancient patterns floated in the air.

An indescribable, ancient, and lonely aura unconsciously suppressed everyone’s heart.

Looking at the ancient broken stones scattered in the sky, Jian Wushuang began to construct everything that had happened in the great battle.

When the ground beneath their feet started to crack, the shattered buildings finally appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Cheng Qing’s excitement also disappeared, and his gaze became serious. He had already discovered that this place could no longer be simply described as a ruin.

“Brother Jian, what do you think this place is?” Cheng Qing asked. He was looking for an answer.

Jian Wushuang did not answer him, but sped up.

He only stopped when he saw a fault and a pit in the ground in front of him. He looked forward.

When they looked over, everyone was stunned again.

On the broken land in front of them, there was a vast, ancient, and broken hall suspended above the abyss.

Even though it was broken and ancient, it still gave off an intimidating aura.

There were green clouds moving slowly in front of the broken hall.

“This is a Heavenly court, the broken Heavenly Court of the past,” Jian Wushuang spoke slowly and firmly.

Chen Qing could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He agreed with Jian Wushuang’s conclusion. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴo(v)elꜰɪre.ɴet

Only places where the Emperor once existed would have the Emperor’s fate energy flowing.

Right now, the giant hall floating above the abyss seemed to have no other name that could match its identity except for the Heavenly Court.

The Great Si Region that belonged to Emperor Yang of true martial had gone through the most tragic war when it was first established.

Countless terpsichores and Grand Yan Immortals took part in the battle.

No Yan Immortal knew how long this battle lasted, because all the participants had died, and those who didn’t became one of the Elders under Zhen Wuyang.

Just the number of Emperors that had fallen at the hands of Zhen Wuyang was no less than ten.

Jian Wushuang knew four of them. They were Yang Jun, Su He, and Dao gong, who were currently residing in the Boyang Bottle, as well as the Imperial Father of Chunqiu, Emperor Fenghua.

And right now, this broken Heavenly Court was most likely established by an Emperor who had lost to Zhen Wuyang.

“I didn’t expect that there would still be a broken Heavenly Court in this dead void,” Jian Wushuang sighed softly.