The Law of Heaven

Chapter 118 The Legacy of the Ghost Blade

A sea breeze blew through the pavilion, causing Aihara's bangs to sway in front of his eyes, vaguely obscuring his slightly wary gaze.

He has just debuted and has already provoked a mysterious and powerful supreme being. Although his existence has not yet been discovered, he still feels some pressure.

"Senior, I don't quite understand."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Since no one knows the origin of that Supreme Being, how do you know that He has replaced the original will of Heaven's Law?"

The old man glanced at him and sighed, "Do you know that there are eight bloodline origins in the Heavenly Principles?"

Aihara poured tea for the big shot: "Please speak."

"Divine Humans, Ancient Dragons, Celestial Spirits, Spirit Birds, Sacred Beasts, Fierce Demons, Strange Monsters, Swimming Scales."

The old man counted on his fingers: "These are the eight categories of Heavenly Principles, which are actually recorded in myths and legends all over the world. However, the image and status of each Heavenly Principle will change to some extent as the legend spreads, but if you trace them carefully, you can find the corresponding characteristics."

Legend has it that every bloodline has a supreme being. They are not life forms as we understand them, but rather a metaphysical concept. They exist between existence and non-existence, between the past and the future, and between life and death.

As a human, you may not understand this existence. It is a result that will only arrive in the future, but its cause was sown countless ages ago. Perhaps in the world of gods, time is not linear... the past, present, and future can coexist.

In short, the pinnacle of each bloodline does not yet exist, but its origin can influence the entire timeline, occasionally manifesting supreme power and giving rise to bloodline races such as the Mirage Dragon.

Aihara muttered, "This sounds even more terrifying than Godzilla. What does this have to do with the Supreme Being?"

The old man raised his trembling hand and took a sip of tea: "Let me finish. What's the rush? You must understand that natural disasters are without a specific personality; they only rely on instinct to plunder and devour, even killing their own kind. But that supreme being is clearly not like that. He possesses a personality, emotions, and intelligence and ways of thinking similar to humans."

The supreme power He displayed was strikingly similar to a celestial principle that had appeared in history, named Zhuyin. Zhuyin was one of the most powerful celestial principles ever observed in the history of the immortal race; the primordial disasters He triggered even exacerbated the separation of continental plates.

It was almost an apocalyptic catastrophe, nearly causing the extinction of early humans. It also forced ancient long-lived species to migrate long distances in search of new homes.

That happened a long time ago. During the Middle Ages, people pieced together the truth of that disaster and reconstructed history by relying on ancient murals.

Aihara pondered for a moment: "That supreme being is the pinnacle of the ancient dragons, possessing the most noble bloodline?"

He felt it was highly unlikely.

If everything is already at the maximum level, then there's no need to upgrade.

"Of course not. I've said before that there is no absolute pinnacle of any bloodline. The pinnacle of the Ancient Dragons is revered as the Candle Dragon. Its origin has manifested three times and can be observed, but not touched. It's like a tangible rule that transcends all things."

The old man patiently explained, "The Candle Yin is nearing its peak, but it cannot cross that insurmountable barrier, so it needs to devour its own kind to complete itself. We call it the Supreme Being because, so far, it is the greatest threat to the present world."

In the age of gods, that supreme being devoured countless principles of heaven and hunted down many chosen ones, feeding on their guardians. Therefore, that supreme being was an extremely powerful and violent existence, and had attempted to ascend to the throne of the pinnacle several times by offering an ancient kingdom as a sacrifice, but unfortunately, He failed.

Later scholars believed that the Supreme Being had also vanished into the annals of history, until that night when He descended again. Heh, if the Deep Blue Alliance had known that Mist Mountain was a legacy left by this Supreme Being, they wouldn't have dared to tread that forbidden path even if they had eight hundred lives.

The old man suddenly asked, "Why are you trembling?"

Aihara pressed down on his trembling hand, the teacup in his hand quivered slightly, and the tea with floating tea leaves rippled outwards.

He glanced down at his pants.

Well, thankfully it's just tea.

It's not sweat, and it's definitely not urine.

That's good, I didn't embarrass myself.

He really is the man destined to be the protagonist.

"It's nothing, it's just a little scary."

He forced down his fear, but the memories of that night kept replaying in his mind, and he felt a chill run down his spine: "Was that Supreme Being also human before?"

If they were human, they would be ancient people.

An old clapper, at least several thousand years old.

“I don’t know. I’ve said before that no one knows the origin of the Supreme Being. Some people might think that He was originally human, but I don’t think so. I believe that no human can overcome the original will of Heaven in the ritual of the formless rebirth. The chosen ones are just opportunistic usurpers, because they are not participants in the ritual of the formless rebirth; they are outsiders.”

The old man said calmly, "Therefore, some people have said that although the chosen ones are noble, they are essentially just a bunch of despicable monkeys who steal peaches and only know how to take advantage of others' misfortunes."

How dare you talk like that! Who are you insulting?
Aihara was displeased and tactically drank tea.

"Therefore, I believe that the Supreme Being must be something else, at least not entirely human. This world is vast, and anything can happen."

The old man sighed: "This is why the Nine Songs Society came to Qin Island. It's because of the appearance of that Supreme Being. He designed and arranged everything behind the scenes. If things go wrong, this city might perish overnight like Loulan in history, or even sink into the sea."

Aihara stared in disbelief: "Loulan was destroyed by that supreme being? Wait, is it really that serious? Please wait a moment, my cabinet was moved, is it too late for me to move it?"

The old man chuckled, “If you’re willing to return to the Xiang family, you can naturally leave, but your sister can’t. Even someone at the highest rank can’t leave here. There’s only one person in this city qualified to break the deadlock with violence.”

Aihara hesitated for a second: "Fukushima?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Fu Wanghu will be here soon, but only if he can solve the pollution problem. Currently, only Chairman Ruan, who is at the Transcendental level, can leave on her own. But I doubt she will leave."

Aihara fell silent, then waved his hand: "Then I won't leave. This is my home, and I grew up here. If possible, I hope this place can remain peaceful."

Besides, he is now the chosen one.

As long as Xiao Qi helps him cultivate.

I believe he will soon achieve the Grand Slam title.

Taking the next step is not difficult.

"Then you'll have to work harder. I've heard about your performance, and it seems quite good so far. But if your Perfection Technique isn't advanced enough, then it'll all be for nothing." The old man said, seemingly casually, "At most, you can only strengthen it indirectly through supplementary Perfection Technique training. Or you could be even more ruthless. Since your current rank isn't high anyway, try using black magic and alchemy to forcibly clear your brain and soul, returning to the Stress Rank, and prepare to start over."

Aihara was taken aback: "Is this possible?"

The old man hummed in agreement: "But the ancient relics that have already been fused cannot be separated. They will only fall into a deep sleep, and they will awaken again when your rank is restored."

Aihara's heart raced. Of course, he didn't need to rebuild his cultivation; the Tenfold Delusion was already powerful enough.

But he can master the second technique, Perfection.

Xiao Qi can help him learn.

Currently, it seems that the Jiang family's Perfection Technique is more suitable as a secondary skill, because he is not a support type and needs simple and straightforward combat ability.

Do you have any recommendations?

Aihara asked, shamelessly.

"Are you familiar with the Ruan family's Perfection Technique?"

The old man suddenly said.

"of course I know."

Aihara had also seen the information on the company's intranet: "I heard it's a type of slashing technique called Perfect Quality Technique."

"With a single strike, even gods and demons are slain."

The old man said quietly, "Chairman Ruan's perfect technique is called Ghost God Slash, which is how he earned the name Ghost Blade. But few people know that Chairman Ruan's aptitude was insufficient, and he failed to learn the true essence of Ghost God Slash."

No one in the Ruan family, including their ancestors, had ever mastered the true essence of the Ghost God Slash. Because of this, the Ruan family, despite possessing the top-tier Perfect Technique passed down through generations, could only manage to become one of the six lower families of Jiuge, and was eventually forced to break away and establish their own independent household in this city.

You've kept this old woman company for so long today, so I'll just have to show you what I'm made of.

The old man suddenly raised his hand, his withered fingers like sharp swords, and gently swung them along the dim twilight.

There was a click.

The twilight seemed to be cut off for a moment.

Light and shadow intersect.

A maple tree by the roadside swayed gently in the wind, its fiery red leaves fluttering and falling, while a fine line appeared on its thick trunk, spreading silently.

The old man's fisherman's hat was lifted by the wind, revealing a hint of grimness. In the twilight, his hunched back seemed to straighten up, like a warrior meditating.

It was as if nothing had happened.

However, Aihara clearly sensed that the maple tree had actually been split in two. The reason it hadn't fallen was because the strike had come too quickly.

Force, speed, angle.

Perfect.

This strike was so fast it seemed to cleave through time itself.

"As a member of the Ruan family, my Ghost God Slash technique is not very proficient; it's only up to this level."

The old man smiled and said, "Want to learn?"

Haha, this is truly Versailles.

The old man's strength is unfathomable.

If that attack had been aimed at Aihara, his head would have rolled into the grass.

Even the limitless defense of the mind field cannot stop it.

"I'm a little tempted."

Aihara said frankly.

"I don't know what your ability is. If it's telekinesis, then concentrate your mind and imagine it in your hand, condensing into a knife."

The old man said calmly.

Aihara paused for a second, then raised his uninjured left hand, his slender fingers clenching slightly, his knuckles trembling slightly.

He released his mental field.

The waves of thought gathered and vibrated in his palm like a tide, continuously contracting, grinding, and extending.

A buzzing sound.

An invisible knife then materialized.

"Oh, you can play it like that?"

Aihara held the Nen sword in his hand, overjoyed.

"It seems like the compatibility is pretty good."

The old man muttered, "What a pity. You learned the divination method of Xia Ji, who faces south. If all else fails, you should retake the course."

(End of this chapter)