Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 171 The Three Sovereigns, Five Emperors, and Twelve Sages

[You defeated the mirror image, causing an anomaly in the Heavenly Sword Palace, creating two passages. You choose:]

[Upper Divination: Choose the left passage to enter the main hall, where you will receive a fortuitous opportunity without any danger.]

[Middle Hexagram: Choose the right path to enter the Sword Tomb of Rebirth; there are both opportunities and risks.]

Two hexagrams appeared before Fang Heng's eyes, causing a deep joy to flash in his eyes.

There are only upper and middle trigrams, but no lower trigram.

Furthermore, the hexagram obtained from the upper trigram is quite interesting. Choose the left passage to enter the main hall.

"So...this is just a side hall?"

Fang Heng stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and his excitement grew even stronger.

It turns out that what they saw of the Heavenly Sword Palace was all an illusion; the truly most important inheritance never appeared before them from beginning to end.

The others got nowhere.

Fang Heng sighed inwardly, then transformed into a streak of light and stepped into the passage on the left.

……

In the city of Yujing.

The opening of the Heavenly Sword Palace attracted the attention of many cultivators.

Within a single day, dozens of experts at the tenth realm entered Jade Capital City to deter villains and protect their juniors.

In a secluded courtyard, two elderly men in Taoist robes were playing chess.

Two great dragons, one black and one white, were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

"Jueying, I heard that you took in a fine disciple a couple of years ago, who possesses the Gengjin Sword Body?" Xuanqing Daoist put down the black chess piece in his hand and suddenly asked.

"You mean Liu Yun?" When Jueying Daoist mentioned Ye Liu Yun's name, a smile couldn't be contained on his old face, as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Liu Yun's talent is beyond anything I have ever seen in my life. Even within the Sword Pavilion, he is capable of competing for the position of Dao Child."

The tone of Jueying Daoist was quite smug, as if he were showing off to Xuanqing Daoist.

Xuanqing Daoist remained unperturbed by Jueying Daoist's boasting, remaining calm and composed.

If it were before, seeing Daoist Jueying take in a prodigy like Ye Liuyun, he might have been truly envious and jealous.

Just now...

What genius could compare to his Heng'er?

Xuanqing Daoist's calm and composed expression made Jueying Daoist feel as if he had punched a cotton ball.

“Xuanqing, don’t underestimate the Gengjin Sword Body.”

"Don't underestimate Liu Yun just because he's only sixteen. He already advanced to the fifth realm last month."

"Even a cultivator at the sixth realm would be no match for him."

Xuanqing Daoist nodded slightly and commented:

"What a nice little guy!"

This nonchalant tone of commentary made Jueying Daoren feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Xuanqing, are you perhaps trying to poach my girlfriend?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Jueying, don't worry!"

"My mere Gengjin Sword Body wouldn't warrant me doing something so low."

"Hmm?" Daoist Jueying frowned, his eyes filled with deep doubt as he looked at Daoist Xuanqing.

Xuanqing is acting strangely today!

He doesn't even respect the Gengjin Sword Body?
"Xuanqing, your attitude is a bit arrogant!"

"Could it be that your eldest disciple has awakened some kind of spiritual entity?"

Daoist Jueying asked tentatively.

He knew everything about Xuanqing Daoist's disciples.

Lin Yichen is the most talented among them, with excellent comprehension of swordsmanship.

Before accepting Ye Liuyun, this prodigy, he was quite envious of Lin Yichen.

But now...

“Yichen has good talent, but he is not enough to inherit all that I have learned in my life!” Xuanqing Daoist shook his head, and his words surprised Jueying Daoist.

"Have you taken on a new apprentice?"

"Not a new apprentice!"

"It's just that my little disciple has really made something of himself, cultivating the Ancestor's health preservation technique to perfection."

Xuanqing Daoist spoke with a joyful expression, his smile as radiant as a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Hmm?" Daoist Jueying raised an eyebrow and immediately realized that Xuanqing Daoist was referring to the junior disciple and the health cultivation technique.

He had also heard the legend that the founding patriarch of Changqing Temple had perfected his health cultivation technique and condensed his acquired immortal root.

But isn't it said that no one has been able to do it since the founding patriarch of Changqing Temple?
Junior disciple?
That sickly prince?
Got it!
The expression on the face of the Shadowless Taoist was one of surprise and uncertainty.

“Jueying, my little disciple also entered the Heavenly Sword Palace today. How about we make a bet and see whose disciple gains more?” Xuanqing Daoist suggested with a smile.

"Humph--"

"Why don't you dare!"

Although Fang Heng had cultivated the health preservation technique to perfection, Daoist Jueying did not believe that a sickly prince could be compared to the founder of Changqing Temple with just a health preservation technique.

He had plenty of confidence in his disciple, who possessed the Gengjin Sword Body.

……

Mirror Flower Sword Platform.

Fang Chongyue defeated the mirror image and stepped out of the illusion.

Stepping out of the illusion, Fang Chongyue suddenly realized the truth.

It turns out that when they were teleported from the Sword Puppet Forest to the Mirror Flower Sword Platform, they were directly teleported into the illusion, which is why they were separated.

Only by defeating the mirror image can one escape the illusion.

Fang Chongyue felt lingering fear at the thought of the mirror image in the illusion.

If it weren't for the Yuan Gang Zhu Tao, he probably wouldn't have been able to take down the mirror image so easily.

Looking around, he saw only himself. He frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

"Has Your Highness not yet emerged from the illusion?"

"This……"

Fang Chongyue found it somewhat unbelievable.

After waiting for a while, the other guards emerged from the illusion one after another, which made Fang Chongyue's mood sink to the bottom.

"His Highness must have encountered an accident!"

Fang Chongyue thought to himself, then solemnly gave orders to his personal guards.

"Everyone, disperse and search for His Highness's whereabouts."

While Fang Chongyue was searching for Fang Heng's whereabouts, the disciples of the Seven Kill Pavilion emerged from the illusion one after another.

They were all covered in bruises, their breaths were shallow, and their faces were pale, as if they had just experienced a great battle.

It was clear that defeating the mirror image came at a considerable cost.

After the Seven Killings Pavilion disciples reunited, Ye Liuyun quickly discovered that one of them was missing.

"Where is Senior Brother?" Ye Liuyun asked.

"Hmph—he thinks we're holding him back and goes off to find his own opportunities."

Upon hearing her second senior sister's words, Ye Liuyun exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.

Senior Brother Bai Xuanfeng is the leader of the Seven Killings Pavilion this time, so he should be in charge of the group's actions.

Unexpectedly, he abandoned the Seven Kill Pavilion members and went off alone to seek his own opportunities.

……

Hundreds of miles away.

Bai Xuanfeng stared at a stone pillar, his eyes revealing a fanatical and greedy expression.

Just now, during the duel with the mirror image, the sword intent within him actually resonated.

Therefore, after breaking out of the illusion, he abandoned the disciples of the Seven Kill Pavilion and, based on the resonance of the sword intent, searched for the source of the resonance.

Finally, we found the ancient stone pillar in front of us.

The stone pillars are ancient and weathered, bearing the marks of time.

In addition, countless runes surged inside the stone pillar, forming an array.

"treasure!"

"It's definitely a treasure!"

"They actually used an array to deliberately hide it!" A morbid fanaticism appeared on Bai Xuanfeng's face, as if he had been bewitched and lost his reason.

"cut!"

Countless sword energies erupted from Bai Xuanfeng's hands.

Each sword strike was sharp and piercing, cutting through iron silently.

When the sword energy landed on the stone pillar, the Geng metal power within it instantly erupted.

A blinding white light, like a miniature sun, burst forth.

The weathered stone pillars began to tremble and sway precariously.

After a full quarter of an hour of attack, the runes inside the stone pillar were almost completely destroyed by the Gengjin sword energy.

After letting out a mournful cry, the formation completely collapsed.

The ancient stone pillars that stood on the earth also collapsed with a loud crash.

Immediately afterwards, a faint light flew out from the ruins of the stone pillar.

When Bai Xuanfeng saw the true form of Youguang, he was stunned for a moment, and then the morbid fanaticism in his eyes suddenly subsided, and he calmed down.

However, it was all too late.

A black figure emerged from the stone pillar.

The other party only glanced at Bai Xuanfeng, and Bai Xuanfeng found that his body was unable to move and was no longer obeying his commands.

Two beams of eerie light burst from the black figure's eyes and entered Bai Xuanfeng's mind.

The next second, Bai Xuanfeng's eyes glazed over, revealing a numbness like that of a puppet.

The black figure used a secret technique to plunder Bai Xuanfeng's memories.

A moment later, he let out a soft hum.

"Hmph—that mirror image actually founded the Sword Pavilion after it went out; it's quite capable."

"However, now that I'm out, everything you've done will become my wedding dress."

A black figure, its eyes gleaming with a chilling light.

"And... the Seven Kill Pavilion is quite lucky, actually obtaining the inheritance of the White Emperor, one of the Five Ancient Emperors."

"Unfortunately, I only learned a little bit and wasted the opportunity to enter the Valley of the Five Emperors."

"What a fool!"

"If I enter the Valley of the Five Emperors, the White Emperor's legacy will all fall into my hands."

The black-clad figure shook his head with a hint of regret in his voice.

……

Based on the divination, Fang Heng stepped into the left passage.

Everything went dark, as if I had fallen into a black hole, accompanied by a slight feeling of weightlessness.

A ray of light grew larger and larger in Fang Heng's pupils.

As Fang Heng stepped back onto the ground, a respectful voice rang in his ears.

"Sword Slave greets Master!"

"Welcome, Master, to your loyal Sword Palace!"

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, Fang Heng saw a boy dressed in a star-patterned robe, wearing clothing that did not belong to the Great Qian Dynasty.

It was not only not the clothing of the Great Qian Dynasty, nor the clothing of the Great Yu Dynasty, but it was not even the clothing that Fang Heng had recorded in historical books.

Clothing styles varied slightly across different dynasties.

Judging someone's origin by their clothing style is a fundamental skill for exploring ancient cultivation realms.

However, Fang Heng couldn't tell what period the boy's clothes belonged to.

Therefore, there is only one explanation.

The other party's origins are extremely ancient, at least from ancient times, or even prehistoric times.

"You are……"

“Master, I am your most loyal sword slave, and I have guarded the Sword Palace for you for two hundred thousand years.”

Two hundred thousand years!

The other party was actually a spirit from 200,000 years ago.

only……

Judging from his expression, he looked like a puppy welcoming its owner home, wagging its tail vigorously.

That's so unprincipled!

But... I just like it this way.

"Tell me what exactly happened," Fang Heng asked in a deep voice, still completely baffled.

"Reporting to the master, this is the main hall of the Sword Palace."

"When the old master passed away, he arranged this Sword Palace to select a successor..."

"Wait, who was your former master?"

Fang Heng interrupted the spirit's words and asked.

Legend has it that the master of the Heavenly Sword Palace was a sword immortal, a true immortal.

Even the founding patriarch of the Sword Pavilion received the sword immortal's inheritance here, which enabled him to establish the foundation of the Sword Pavilion.

"My old master..." The star-robed boy spoke of his old master with a proud expression on his face.

"He is the Sword Lord of Calamity Slaying, one of the twelve ancient saints."

The Twelve Ancient Saints?
Fang Heng looked blank; he had never heard of this name before.

Seeing Fang Heng's complete ignorance, the star-robed boy's face showed a deep sense of disappointment.

"In this era, is no one even aware of the master's name anymore?"

"In ancient times, there were a total of twenty top experts, who were known to the world as the Three Sovereigns, Five Emperors and Twelve Saints."

"The old master is none other than the Sword Lord of Slaying Calamity, one of the Twelve Saints."

The Three Sovereigns, Five Emperors, and Twelve Sages!
Upon hearing this, Fang Heng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and subconsciously asked:

"What about the Green Emperor? Is he one of the Five Emperors?"

"The Azure Emperor is naturally one of the Five Emperors, and he is even slightly stronger than my old master."

As he spoke, the boy in the star-patterned robe made a gesture that was extremely humiliating in South Korea.

"I see!"

Fang Heng sighed, suddenly realizing that the lineage of Changqing Temple was truly extraordinary.

He is considered one of the Five Emperors of antiquity, a descendant of the Green Emperor.

"What about the Five Thunder Celestial Venerables?" Fang Heng then asked.

Shang Hongye gave him a Thunder Abyss Suppressing Evil Token, which pointed directly to the inheritance of the Five Thunder Heavenly Venerable.

In all accounts, the Five Thunder Celestial Venerable is a powerful being who has existed since ancient times.

"The Five Thunder Heavenly Venerable is also one of the Twelve Saints, but he is far inferior to my master."

"Sword cultivators are unparalleled in combat power, and the Twelve Saints naturally take my master as their leader."

The boy in the star-patterned robe had his chin slightly raised, giving him an air of arrogance.

After a brief exchange, Fang Heng managed to understand the personality of the Star-Robed Boy.

A little bit arrogant.

Furthermore, he has a mindless worship of his former master, the Sword Master of Calamity.

Of the twelve saints, I alone stand out.

Above the Twelve Saints, I am slightly inferior.

"Before the old master passed away, he arranged this Sword Palace to select a successor," the star-robed boy continued.

“For more than 100,000 years, countless cultivators have entered the Sword Palace, but none have surpassed you, Master.”

The boy in the star-patterned robe flattered Fang Heng, making him feel quite pleased.

“Master, please come with me. The old master has long prepared the inheritance for you.”

As he spoke, the boy in the star-patterned robe led Fang Heng to a stone statue.

This stone statue holds a long sword, its blade gleaming, and countless stars shine behind it, as if it were the ruler of the entire starry sky.

After Fang Heng arrived, a sword talisman flew out from inside the stone statue.

As soon as the sword talisman appeared, it seemed to be attracted by Fang Heng, and the restriction fell into his hands.

Upon acquiring the sword talisman, a legacy surged into Fang Heng's mind.

The Taixu Star Derivation Classic

(End of this chapter)