Legend of Swordsman

The bracelet that contained the barren mountains and the vast sea shone with endless brilliance.

At this moment, the barrier condensed from the Emperor's fate actually shattered and dissipated.

As the barrier collapsed, nearly 10,000 fate energy chains trembled.

Jian Wushuang raised his head and stared at the mysterious bracelet in the void above his head with his chaotic dark-red True Eyes.

He could feel that the chains binding him were beginning to loosen.

The Young Emperor did not take a single step back as he watched this scene nervously. He also had a feeling that all the restrictions were dissipating!

Whoosh...

It was as if the sea had been overturned and the water had retreated.

All the fate energy chains were trembling.

Then, all the chains shattered!

The void trembled and the divine mountain shook.

When all the chains shattered, the bracelet suspended in the void began to shrink rapidly and fell in front of Jian Wushuang.

Just like before, the bracelet was placed on his wrist.

The world was silent, and an unprecedented surge of fate energy erupted from Jian Wushuang's body.

That was the Emperor's fate energy!

It was the broken and slumbering fate energy of Emperor Zhen Wu!

"Ugh-"

He cried out in pain, and his entire Immortal body was once again enveloped by the terrifying Emperor's fate energy.

Under the impact of the providence, the Young Emperor and Chang Ling were forced back 30,000 meters, unable to get close at all.

The entire dark and desolate Deserted World was illuminated.

At that moment, Jian Wushuang was in extreme pain. He felt his Immortal body shattering inch by inch and being reconstructed very quickly.

In his round pupils, chaotic dark red and clarity were constantly alternating, and the fragmented Divine Sense was also being reconstructed with difficulty.

This process was destined to be painful and long.

Jian Wushuang stumbled and lost control of his brilliant Immortal body. He crashed into the divine mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The momentum exploded, and the barren mountains were shattered and collapsed.

The Deserted World was shaking, as if it was on the verge of collapse.

Wiping away the divine blood at the corner of his mouth, the Young Emperor leaped forward.

Chang Ling gritted her teeth and followed.

He saw Jian Wushuang lying in the rubble of the mountain.

As his body swayed, he rushed over and reached out to help him up.

Even though his Yan power was exhausted, the Young Emperor still released it to repair Jian Wushuang's broken Immortal body.

Ten breaths later, he slowly opened his eyes. The chaos in his eyes was no longer there, replaced by clarity.

"Y-Young Emperor? Why are you here?"

The Young Emperor smiled tiredly and said, "I'll take you away."

Jian Wushuang wanted to say something, but he was already at the end of his rope and fainted.

"Have a good sleep. Everything will be over after a good sleep…"

Then, the Young Emperor bowed and left the barren mountain.

Chang Ling stood rooted to the ground, staring blankly at the gradually disappearing figure.

The surroundings were filled with broken rocks, and she was surrounded by endless loneliness.

...

The wind is gentle and gentle, and the power flows.

The boundless breeze blew his long hair and sleeves, causing them to flutter in the wind.

"How long have I been gone?"

"It has already been 50,000 years."

"It's been a long time."

"Not long. I thought that after you left, you would never come back."

"This time, if you come back, you can stay longer."

The conversation ended there, and there was no reply.

The Young Emperor turned around and looked at Jian Wushuang, who had fallen asleep again. He smiled helplessly.

...

In a pavilion covered in Immortal grass, Wei Liujia, who had a gentle expression, sat in the middle of the pavilion. He held a star in his hand and closed his eyes in contemplation.

In front of him was a hexagram with hundreds of stars revolving around it, with the void as the foundation.

He was constantly deducing.

Every few hundred breaths, he would open his eyes and place the stars in his hand into the chessboard.

This had been going on for thousands of years.

Next to Wei Liujia was a burly man who looked like a mountain, snoring loudly.

This burly man was Feng Shan. Wei Liujia completely ignored him and only focused on deducing the divination on the chessboard.

He had already deduced for thousands of years, but he still could not sense where that aura was. Moreover, as time passed, that aura became weaker and weaker, and it could even disappear at any time.

This was not a good sign, but Wei Liujia didn't believe it. He continued to deduce it over and over again. Even though the divinations were different every time, he still did not give up.

This time, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

Because at this moment, all the stars in the Star Luo Chessboard in front of Wei Liujia were slowly moving and began to inject weak energy into the wisp of Divine Sense fate energy in the center.

"F-Fengshan, the divination seems to have changed…"

Feng Shan grunted and changed his position to fall asleep again, completely ignoring Wei Liujia, who was extremely shocked.

Pa.

The star on his fingertip fell, and everything returned to its original position.

...

In the Immortal clouds, the giant palace was built with an entire Heavenly Region as its foundation. It was extremely grand.

Furthermore, with the many Yan Immortals gathered here, it was as if tens of thousands of Immortals had come to pay their respects.

The words 'Eternal Wushuang' clearly indicated that this was an auction house, and its reputation resounded throughout the lands.

Here, one could see treasures that even a Yan Immortal would drool over. There were even pills that could not be traded even if you offered up an entire Heavenly Region.

Every 500 years, the Eternal Wushuang Auction House would open. Every time it opened, a storm of blood would be stirred up. A peerless-grade pill could cause more than ten Heavenly Regions to fall into a bloody battle.

Every time the Eternal Wushuang was opened, it was equivalent to a huge opportunity. Other than the peerless-grade pills that the lord of the Heavenly Region could only look up to, there were also countless precious treasures.

This was a huge opportunity for every Yan Immortal. Even after the Eternal Wushuang Auction House had developed to this day, it was a great honor to be invited here.

Among them, there was no lack of Heaven Region lords who came personally to take a look at the peerless-grade pill.

After nearly 20,000 years of development, the Wushuang Auction House grown into a giant with a complicated foundation.

Many Heavenly Regions coveted the supreme treasures in the Eternal Wushuang Auction House and tried to snatch them by force.Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

However, in one night, they all disappeared, along with all the living beings in the Heavenly Regions. It was as if they had evaporated.

After nearly 20 Heavenly Regions that tried to destroy the Eternal Wushuang Auction House disappeared, all the regions quieted down. No one dared to attack them anymore.

The lords of each Heavenly Region were all Yan Immortals who had lived for countless years. Although they didn't know the details of this auction house, they didn't act on their own.

Because just from the looks of it, there were three powerful Yan Immortals. It was rumored that one of them was about to break through to the Grand Yan Immortal.