"Greetings, senior!"
Upon seeing Xianxian, Su Changqing immediately offered a respectful bow.
He couldn’t discern the cultivation of the person before him.
But an existence that could even make the Emperor’s Will fearful, its identity... too terrifying.
Xianxian did not speak, merely looked Su Changqing up and down.
"The Heaven and Earth Divine Body of the Martial Ancestor, the spacetime chaos of the Daoist Venerable."
"And two other forces of creation and myriad laws that I cannot see through..."
Xianxian spoke softly, a look of surprise slowly emerging in his eyes.
When he first encountered Su Changqing, he merely glanced and did not investigate closely.
But now upon closer look, the inheritance cultivated by this young boy before him was shocking even to him.
Martial Ancestor, Daoist Venerable, these were the supreme beings of ’ancient times’!
He never imagined that a living being could simultaneously possess the inheritances of two ’ancient times’ beings.
Moreover, the divine body and divine methods cultivated by the other party were equally terrifying.
Though he couldn’t see through them, he could sense that their strength was perhaps... not inferior to ’ancient’ inheritances!
"What is the origin of this little one?"
Xianxian, who only intended to find a suitable ’chess piece,’ now felt a weight on his face.
He initially thought the Sword Dao Emperor’s Will was this young man’s strongest trump card.
But now it seemed, the Emperor’s Will... was actually the most insignificant one!
Four terrifying inheritances, such overwhelming fortune, could not be borne by just anyone.
If one were to say that no one stood behind this youth, Xianxian would never believe it!
"Interesting, who has such ability?"
"To bring together the inheritances of the ’ancient times’ world?"
Xianxian’s gaze turned unusual, with flashes of red light in his eyes.
He brought his fingers together like a sword and gently sliced behind Su Changqing.
BOOM~
A terrifying roar echoed from the depths of the void.
As that sword fell, the sky showed no sign of shattering.
But the crimson sword light traced back against the time river, seeking Su Changqing’s origins.
Such supreme methods were only within the reach of the world’s top powerhouses.
Otherwise, to recklessly pierce the river of time, who knew what terrifying existence might awaken, leading to disaster.
But clearly, those in this world capable of harming the Four Sword Spirits were few.
Yet Xianxian had indeed encountered one of the few.
"Retreat!"
As the sword light continued forward, a monstrous wave surged from the depths of the time river.
A grand and fearsome Dao sound exploded from above the time river.
Xianxian’s expression slightly changed, but he remained calm.
However, in the next moment...
"Begone!"
BAM!
The entire time river rolled violently, with endless phantom gods and demons roaring angrily in unison.
And behind those endless gods and demons, an enormous faceless figure cast a cold and indifferent gaze, like that of a deity.
Xianxian’s expression drastically changed.
Without any hesitation, he severed the connection to the sword light, his divine consciousness retreating in an instant.
The supreme existence at the end of the time river took a long look at Su Changqing and the sword spirit, without causing trouble, and quietly withdrew.
...
Su Changqing noticed nothing.
He simply observed the man before him, from initial calmness to surprise, and then... tension?
He couldn’t fathom what Xianxian had discovered, and looking at the silent Xianxian, Su Changqing hesitantly spoke,
"Senior... do you know me?"
Xianxian did not reply, but the look he gave Su Changqing was tinged with a hint of shock.
"An existence above the ancient..."
Xianxian muttered incredulously to himself,
"Besides the fallen Yan and Cang, does the Ten Thousand Races have such a powerhouse?"
"It shouldn’t be; Yan and Cang perished into the void, and the three thousand demon gods were sealed by the Heavenly Dao."
"This world shouldn’t have such a powerhouse in existence..."
Xianxian’s face shifted as he observed Su Changqing.
He seemed to have inadvertently discovered a... terrifying chess piece.
The karma surrounding this young man was too much, too terrifying.
Not to mention that he was currently just the sword spirit of Xianxian, even if the four swords were united, achieving the peak of the ’ancient times.’
He wouldn’t dare to meddle with the karma of this young man.
"Phew..."
After a long while, Xianxian exhaled deeply and spoke:
"Don’t be nervous, I am called Xianxian, merely a sword spirit that has lived for a long time."
"I am here specifically waiting for you."
Xianxian dared not probe into Su Changqing’s origins or the people behind him.
But as long as he didn’t alter Su Changqing’s fate, it would be fine.
In the bet with Juexian, he initially had only a fifty percent chance of winning, but now it appears...
No matter what kind of prodigy Juexian finds, this young man before him will not lose!
"Xianxian? Sword spirit?"
Su Changqing was startled upon hearing this.
The illusory yet real memories deep in his sea of consciousness surged once more.
The name Xianxian, like the Heaven-Opening Axe and Chaos Pearl, felt incredibly familiar to him.
"Senior..."
Su Changqing hesitated, then asked:
"Might you know the three – Zhuxian, Luxian, and Juexian?"
Xianxian nodded at these words, "We four spirits are one, sharing divine spirit but with different intellects."
He wasn’t surprised that a young man like Su Changqing, with merely divine methods, would know the Four Sword Spirits.
After all, with Su Changqing possessing several supreme inheritances, it wasn’t surprising for such records to exist.
Little did he know, Su Changqing’s knowledge of the four spirits’ origin didn’t come from inheritance, but from memory!
"The Four Swords of Zhuxian all exist..."
Su Changqing gazed up at the sky in confusion, muttering within himself,
"What kind of world is this?"
"And who... am I?"
This question had been on Su Changqing’s mind ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation.
Yet the more he experienced, the more confused he became.
What was the reality of the memories in his mind?
Why were the legendary divine objects bestowed upon him through a series of coincidences?
Whose reincarnation is he, or is he merely a pawn of someone behind the scenes?
What is their ultimate goal?
There were too many questions and confusions, making it difficult for Su Changqing to find a lead.
But within moments, Su Changqing regained his composure.
He had long grown accustomed to this feeling, realizing that all the unknowns were simply due to insufficient strength.