Legend of Swordsman

4585 The Old Man Shi Ting

The elegy in his ears gradually dissipated and was replaced by a slightly friendly call.

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The call seemed to have some magical power that pulled Jian Wushuang, who was on the verge of death, back from his fallen divine consciousness.

He unwillingly opened his eyes and saw a thin face.

He sobered up in an instant and his subconscious reaction made him move back a few feet. He looked at the old man in plain white with vigilance.

The thin old man did not blame Jian Wushuang for his rudeness. He stood up with a smile and introduced himself, “Hello, Little Guy, my name is Shi Ting.”

Without any carelessness, Jian Wushuang thought for a moment and said, “Greetings, Old Sir.”

To be able to appear here and not be from the Divine Life Palace, these two factors alone were enough to make Jian Wushuang raise his vigilance to the highest level.

At the same time, he began to suspect whether the ultimate battle that had just occurred was the doing of the old man in front of him.

The old man who called himself Shi Ting smiled and waved his hand. “It’s fate that we’ve met here. There’s no need to be so formal.” Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Jian Wushuang was unmoved. After seeing the surrounding scene, he was dazed for a moment.

Countless broken bones were either buried or exposed on the ground. The broken divine weapons and blood-stained armor were mostly buried by the sand and stones.

Even though the Great Daos had been gone for hundreds of millions of years, the unparalleled pure divine power still protected their Masters, just like before.

The scene in front of him was exactly the same as what he had seen before.

However, all the almighty existences had fallen.

“Is this the true Land of Sorrows?” Jian Wushuang asked himself, not knowing how to express his inner thoughts.

Shi Ting smiled and in his not-so-clear eyes, the scene of the earth was reflected, “You call it the Land of Sorrows, but in my heart, it is the God Burial Ground.”

“They’ve all left…”

Shi Ting’s words were relaxed, but at the end, he revealed a sense of melancholy and loneliness.

Jian Wushuang was stunned and he looked at Shi Ting with a strange expression. From his words, it was not difficult to tell that Shi Ting, who looked like an old man, seemed to have gone through that era and lived until now…

However, ever since he had seen that scene, Jian Wushuang could not believe that there was an unparalleled existence that could survive the ultimate battle.

As if he could sense what Jian Wushuang was thinking, Shi Ting came back to his senses and said, “I am willing to wait here to find the fated person, who was meant to come here.”

Shi Ting did not wait for him to speak and asked again, “Little Guy, why did you come to this place?”

Jian Wushuang felt a little embarrassed. The Divine Power Universe had fallen. As the new Palace Master of the Divine Life Palace, after careful calculation, he was ready to come to the Land of Sorrows to recuperate. However, he did not know how to say these words.

Shi Ting did not seem to have any ill intentions, but if he did not want them to stay, he would probably be able to suppress them or drive them out easily.

Jian Wushuang did not dare to take the risk of speaking rashly.

In this short stalemate, Jian Wushuang suddenly realized that the three Cosmic Boats that carried the entire Divine Life Palace did not seem to have followed him to this Land of Sorrows.

His heart trembled. The tens of thousands of disciples of the Divine Life Palace were the last hope of the Divine Power Universe. If they were to suffer any losses, it would be a disaster for the Divine Power Universe.

“N-no, that won’t happen…” Jian Wushuang immediately turned around to look for the whereabouts of the Cosmic Boat.

Shi Ting stopped him, “Little Guy, are these the things you are looking for?”

As he finished his sentence, Shi Ting waved his hand and the dark sky rippled like water.

Immediately after, the space opened up, and the Cosmic Boats, which could hold its own against a star, slowly sailed out of the crack. However, the dead silence on the deck had indeed made Jian Wushuang nervous.

He was well aware of how fearsome the dark passageway leading to the Land of Sorrows was. Even Supreme Xue Bo and the others had been bewitched. Those with weaker spiritual senses might have died on the spot.

Jian Wushuang did not have time to greet Shi Ting and jumped onto the deck. He was relieved to see what was happening.

Supreme Xue Bo and the others were leaning against the boat, unconscious. From their long breaths, they were not in any life-threatening danger.

“Their cultivation realms are too weak. If they enter this God Burial Ground, their realms will be affected at the very least. If they get lost, they will become the nourishment of this God Burial Ground. As a last resort, I made them fall into a deep sleep to avoid many restrictions.”

A straight and thin figure was standing behind Jian Wushuang.

After hearing the explanation, Jian Wushuang did not hesitate. He turned around, cupped his hands, and said solemnly, “Thank you for your help, Old Sir. I am grateful.”

Shi Ting laughed and waved his hand, “Don’t thank me yet. Although I helped to protect you, those with low-level consciousness might not be able to escape.”

Jian Wushuang’s heart sank. He hurriedly activated his divine skill to wake everyone up. However, he thought that it would be difficult to wake them up with his own divine skill, so he immediately activated the Origin Blood in his body to test them.

As expected, with the Origin Blood, people st rated to wake up. Xue Bo, Jun Fu, Lan Lan, and Leng Rushuang were the first to wake up.

“Greetings, Palace Master Wushuang!” When Supreme Xue Bo and the others saw Jian Wushuang, they immediately knelt down and paid their respects.

“Everyone, there’s no need to use those overly elaborate formalities.” Jian Wushuang withdrew his hand and motioned for them to stand up.

Supreme Xue Bo shook his head, and two streams of tears suddenly gushed out of his eyes. “I thought that we could only die in that dark passage. I didn’t expect that we would arrive at this Land of Sorrows safely. It seems that the Heavenly Dao doesn’t stop at the Divine Power Universe and my Divine Life Palace.”

“My Husband.” Leng Rushuang could not help but throw herself into Jian Wushuang’s arms and sob. “I thought I would never see you again.”

Jian Wushuang caressed the beautiful hair of the fairy in his arms and said in a low voice, “I promise you that even if I die, I will see you again.”

Most of the Divine Palace’s disciples in the first Cosmic Boat had woken up, and they all revealed the joy of surviving a disaster.

Only Lan Lan, who was standing beside Supreme Xue Bo, turned to look at the straight and thin figure behind Jian Wushuang after calming down.

“Now is not the time to console. I need to count all the disciples and deal with what’s going to happen next.” Jian Wushuang said.

Leng Rushuang nodded and left his arms.

After exchanging a glance with Xue Bo and the others, Jian Wushuang leaped and glided toward the other two Cosmic Boats.

A moment later, Jian Wushuang used his Origin Blood to wake up the disciples in the other two Cosmic Boats.

There were a total of 14,600 disciples who had headed to the Land of Sorrows this time. In the end, close to 3,000 of them would remain in the dark passageway forever.

The rest of the disciples who were at a lower cultivation realm were also more or less affected.