Chapter 42 Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords

It should be noted that Wang Hao's cultivation in his previous life had reached the level of Immortal King. What is an Immortal King? He is the king below the Immortal Venerable. That is the Immortal King. But even so, the sword intent of an Immortal King cannot compare to that of a sword mountain.

No one would believe this if I told them.

"Could this be the legendary Sword Ancestor Mountain?" Wang Hao murmured to himself, his mind reeling. The history of the Sword Ancestor was so ancient that even in the immortal realm, it was impossible to trace back to the past.

Sword Ancestor, a figure shrouded in legend, whose realm and strength are beyond comprehension. Legend has it that he transcended the path of immortality and became an unparalleled being.

However, the Sword Ancestor's greatest strength was not his realm, but his possession of eight unique skills: Sword Courage, Sword Soul, Sword Spirit, Sword Heart, Sword Manual, Sword Bone, Sword Source, and a celestial sword capable of slaying ten thousand paths.

Sword Ancestor was the founder of an era. Swordsmanship was once just one of many minor paths. It was Sword Ancestor who single-handedly promoted and developed swordsmanship, making it comparable to the nine ancient paths at its peak.

Furthermore, with his terrifying cultivation, he created the Sword Immortal Realm, occupied two-thirds of the Immortal Realm's territory, suppressed countless heroes, and became the number one person throughout history.

A saying from the Sword Ancestor has been passed down to this day.

"I am the master of the sword realm, the ancestor of the sword path. At the height of the universe, I had three thousand sword masters and hundreds of millions of sword immortals under my command. Wherever my sword pointed, nothing could be broken. I roamed the world, and all realms bowed down to me."

This bold statement has been circulating in the Immortal Realm and even the subordinate mortal realms. Of course, not all of these so-called Sword Venerables are Immortal Venerables, but they definitely possess cultivation or strength close to that of an Immortal Venerable.

It should be noted that in Wang Hao's previous life, the Immortal Realm only had nine Immortal Venerables, while in the era of the Sword Ancestor, there were three thousand Sword Venerables who were close to the strength of Immortal Venerables. One can imagine how terrifying the Sword Ancestor's strength was.

However, legend has it that millions of years ago, the Immortal Realm was ravaged by a great calamity. Boundless darkness enveloped the Immortal Realm, and the Sword Ancestor, as the strongest being in the Immortal Realm, was the first to launch a resistance.

This unprecedented war came suddenly, and it is difficult to find any record of this catastrophe in any ancient books. Many people do not know what this catastrophe was.

However, Wang Hao found records about the Sword Ancestor and the Cataclysm in Zi Yue's bookshelf.

At that time, the Sword Ancestor led 99% of the strongest beings in the Immortal Realm out into the outer void to fight the enemy. The aftershocks of this great battle caused billions of stars to fall and become celestial fragments in the void.

Even the Immortal Realm, far removed from the void, was affected, with countless planets shattering. If it weren't for the existence of the protective immortal array, the Immortal Realm would surely have suffered a great calamity.

This battle lasted for ten thousand years, during which black, world-destroying divine lightning continuously struck out from the void, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, and there was also immortal fire that burned the space into nothingness.

Ten thousand years later, the outer void gradually calmed down. Just when everyone in the Immortal Realm was surprised and thought the great battle was over, the figure of the Sword Ancestor appeared in the sky above the Immortal Realm.

He wore a long blue robe, and a terrifying sword intent surged around him. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his face was shrouded in chaotic energy, making his expression unreadable.

"When the Dark Catastrophe descended, ten thousand swords broke in unison. Even the three thousand Sword Masters could not withstand it, and the billions of Sword Immortals could not stop it. All of them perished, their bodies and souls vanished from the world."

"Although I am the ancestor of the sword, I am in reality the end of the sword. The power of darkness far surpasses the sword in my hand."

"Tragedy, the way of the sword is about to enter eternal night."

"It is heartbreaking that the way of the sword is about to perish."

"I am the Sword Ancestor, possessing eight unique skills: Sword Courage, Sword Soul, Sword Spirit, Sword Heart, Sword Manual, Sword Bone, Sword Source, and a Celestial Sword capable of severing all paths."

"Today, the Sword Immortal Realm is shattered, all living beings are dead, and the Immortal Realm will face endless darkness. Today, I will bury all the swords in the Sword Immortal Palace, intending to go and fight the darkness to the death, but I know that this journey will lead to certain death."

"If I die, the way of the sword will surely wither. After three days of deep thought, I scattered the sword courage, sword spirit, sword soul, sword heart, sword manual, sword bone, and sword source throughout the myriad worlds."

"Waiting for the destined one to find it, hoping that the destined one can carry on the swordsmanship. When darkness falls again, the swordsmanship will surely be at the forefront, tearing open the curtain of darkness for all living beings in the universe and seeking the final chance of survival."

Of the eight great sword techniques of the Sword Ancestor, he left behind seven. Then, holding the immortal sword, he turned and stepped into the darkness. Several days later, blood rain fell in the immortal realm. This was the weeping of the immortal path and the lamentation of the sword path.

He faced the darkness alone, keeping the calamity outside the celestial realm and giving all living beings a glimmer of hope. But the darkness did not perish; it was looking for an opportunity to strike again.

This last sentence was written in that ancient book. Whether the Sword Ancestor really perished is unknown, but various strange phenomena indicate that he had sacrificed himself for the Immortal Realm.

Whenever Wang Hao recalls this little-known history, he feels his blood boil, wishing he could have been born millions of years earlier to face the darkness with the Sword Ancestor, even if it meant his death.

"Could it be that the temple we just saw was not the Jade Pool Palace they were talking about, but the legendary Sword Immortal Palace? If that's the case, then this Sword Mountain in front of us must be the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords."

Wang Hao's eyes gleamed as he looked up at the top of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords. There, at the very top of the Sword Mountain, was a sword embryo with a faint black and white light slowly flowing across its surface.

"I couldn't see it very clearly, but it's definitely not an ordinary object. This is an incredible opportunity. I never thought the Sword Immortal Palace would be on Earth."

Just as Wang Hao was pondering how to climb Sword Mountain, Shi Mengqi suddenly exclaimed, pulling him back to reality.

Shi Mengqi covered her mouth in astonishment, her eyes wide, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing.

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow and followed her gaze. He saw that Lucas had sent two people to start climbing the mountain, but as soon as they stepped onto the only path, a long sword flew out.

The speed was so fast that no one had time to react.

"Whoosh."

The longsword transformed into a streak of cold light, flashing past the person in the blink of an eye before returning to its original position.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, the two men from the Red Moon Organization slowly turned around, opened their mouths but did not utter a word, and then their heads were separated from their bodies.

The wound was perfectly smooth, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The body remained in the same position it had been in when it turned around. After a few seconds, it slowly collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

For a moment, no one dared to take a step forward. Although the two were not martial artists, they were extremely skilled and ordinary people could not get close to them. They were also veterans who had been through many battles.

However, he didn't even have a chance to dodge the incoming sword before being beheaded in one strike, which was truly unbelievable.

"Even I would probably find it difficult to withstand this sword strike," Yin Yi said slowly, his tone full of solemnity, considering that his martial arts cultivation had reached the late stage of the Yellow Realm.

Lucas's face was extremely grim. After the previous battle and the losses he had just suffered, he now had fewer than ten men left, making him the weakest force.

"Brothers of Red Moon, don't you have rockets? Try using them and see if you can blast this sword mountain open."

Tiger roared, his tone mocking and provoking Lucas, implying that once Lucas used the rocket, he would be no threat at all.