Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Uncle Niao was silent for a long time, not saying a word.

At this moment, he seemed to have aged a lot, and his whole person looked even more weathered.

“Today's cultivation ends here. You two go back and apply the medicinal ointment, get some rest, and conserve your energy. Wuxie, you stay behind.”

After a silence lasting half an incense stick's time, Uncle Niao slowly spoke.

Xu Daoling and Xukong glanced at Jun Wuxie and silently left.

At this time, Uncle Niao looked at him and said heavily, “Tomorrow, you must survive no matter what. Our Zongwang Academy has been passed down to this day, and originally there was no hope, but you let me and your Jiu-ye see hope. Perhaps, after tomorrow, Zongwang Academy will only have you as a disciple…”

“I will not watch them be killed by the people of the Dahe Sword Sect!”

Jun Wuxie said decisively. The challenge from the Dahe Sword Sect was something he responded to alone, and he would never watch Xu Daoling and Xukong die because of him.

He already had a plan in his heart.

“Once you step onto the Life and Death Stage, life and death are no longer up to you.” Uncle Niao said very solemnly, “Sima Yuan, Xiang Ziyun, and Chu Yixuan are all top geniuses, and in the future, they are very likely to be promoted to the level of prodigies!”

“Genius? Prodigy?”

Jun Wuxie was a little surprised. Aren't genius and prodigy both used to describe people with outstanding talent?

Could it be that there is a level distinction between the two?

“It seems that you don't know much about these things. Since we're talking about it, I'll explain it to you in detail.” Uncle Niao explained, “In the cultivation world, those with outstanding talent have potential level divisions. The known ones are genius, prodigy, king…”

“What is used to distinguish between the three levels?”

“Combat power at the same level!” Uncle Niao said, “Genius level, in extreme combat, can cross one to five minor realms; prodigy level, in extreme combat, can cross five to ten minor realms; king level, in extreme combat, can cross one major realm!”

Hearing this, Jun Wuxie couldn't help but feel a strange sensation.

He can now kill Dongtian realm martial artists, separated by two major realm barriers, crossing more than a dozen minor realms!

So, could he be considered a king level now?

“That's right, you are a king level, the king of your realm!” Uncle Niao gave him a very clear level division, and then sighed, “It's just that your current realm is still low, and your cultivation years are seriously lacking, so the best way is to hide your brilliance and cultivate diligently. Today, you set up a life-and-death battle with those three, breaking the plan that I and your Jiu-ye had.”

“The three of them have all made breakthroughs recently. Sima Yuan is the strongest, reaching the sixth transformation of the Dongtian realm; Xiang Ziyun is second, the fifth transformation of the Dongtian realm; Chu Yixuan is at the peak of the fourth transformation of the Dongtian realm! These three are close to the prodigy level, and are already far stronger than martial artists with ordinary qualifications in the same realm. How can you win with so many realms higher than you?”

“Uncle Niao…”

“Don't say anything.” The old voice interrupted Jun Wuxie. Jiu-ye quietly appeared in the back mountain, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, staggering as he came, like an old man on his last legs.

“Martial Uncle Jiu.”

Uncle Niao stepped forward to pay his respects.

“Since you have already agreed, you should decide the victory or defeat, life or death! Our Zongwang Academy has no cowards!” Jiu-ye patted Jun Wuxie on the shoulder, and his cloudy old eyes had a trace of light.

He was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the depths of the back mountain, quietly not speaking, the expression on his face very complicated.

For a full half incense stick's time, his expression gradually calmed down.

Turning to look at Uncle Niao, his eyes were no longer cloudy, and there was a trace of determination!

“Martial Uncle Jiu, have you really decided?”

Uncle Niao's expression was also somewhat complicated.

“Uncle Niao, Jiu-ye, what are you talking about?”

Jun Wuxie was a little confused, feeling that the two of them were speaking in riddles, and he couldn't understand at all.

“Wuxie, come with us.”

Jiu-ye did not answer, turning and walking towards the depths of the back mountain, with Uncle Niao following closely behind.

“Where are we going?”

Jun Wuxie hurriedly followed, very bewildered.

“We have something to give you!”

Uncle Niao turned his head and answered very seriously.

Before long, Jun Wuxie followed them to a canyon in the back mountain.

The stones at the entrance of the valley were covered with dust, but you could still see the words engraved on them.

Forbidden Ground of Zongwang!

Jun Wuxie felt puzzled in his heart. Could it be that the sect has something amazing hidden here?

After entering the forbidden area, he found that it was not wide, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The forbidden area was only a few dozen meters deep, and at the deepest point of the stone wall was a dilapidated stone door, half-open and covered with cobwebs.

Between the entrance of the canyon and the stone door, there was a tomb, and the inscription on the tombstone stunned Jun Wuxie.

This is the tomb of the sect's founder!

“The third-generation guardian of the sect leads the disciples to pay respects to the founder!”

Jiu-ye knelt down in front of the tomb, and Uncle Niao also knelt down.

Jun Wuxie thought for a while and also knelt down.

A man has gold under his knees, he does not kneel to heaven, he does not kneel to earth, he only kneels to his parents and teachers.

“Since the founder passed away, our Zongwang Academy has gradually declined, suffering from the oppression and persecution of the Dahe Sword Sect. Today, the Zongwang inheritance is like a candle in the wind. For the continuation of the sect, please forgive this disciple for the sin of great disrespect!”

After Jiu-ye finished speaking, he suddenly pulled up the tombstone!

“Jiu-ye, what is this?”

Jun Wuxie was startled. What was he going to do?

“Open the coffin and take the founder's weapon!”

Jiu-ye put the tombstone down and began to dig the grave without stopping!

“This…”

Jun Wuxie finally knew what they meant by saying they had something to give him!

It turned out to be the weapon that the founder had used!

As the sect's guardian and former sect master, how much determination and guilt would it take to personally dig open the founder's tomb?

Suddenly, a warm current flowed through his heart.

Jiu-ye and Uncle Niao were really good to him.

Not only did they expend their true energy to treat Yue Yao's illness, but today they even dug open the founder's tomb to increase his chances of winning against the Dahe Sword Sect's elite disciples tomorrow!

In just a moment, the entire tomb was dug open.

A blood-red coffin appeared before their eyes.

The moment they saw this coffin, Jun Wuxie noticed that Jiu-ye and Uncle Niao's faces had changed.

“What's wrong?”

He realized that something seemed wrong.

“The founder's coffin was black back then, how could it turn blood-red?”

Jiu-ye had witnessed it with his own eyes. He was still young at the time, but his memory was very deep.

“Qianshan, you and Wuxie step back a little!”

Jiu-ye felt a sense of horror in his heart for no reason, staring at the blood-red coffin.

After Uncle Niao and Jun Wuxie retreated, he used his true energy to push the coffin lid open from a distance.

As the coffin lid opened, a wisp of cold air surged out.

In an instant, the temperature inside the entire forbidden area dropped sharply, as if it had fallen into a world of ice and snow.

It was inexplicably frightening, chilling, and even a violent emotion was crazily growing in his heart, unable to be suppressed, making people want to drink fresh blood.

That kind of desire came very fiercely.

In an instant, Jun Wuxie's eyes turned red.

“Hold on to your original heart, guard your mind!”

Uncle Niao's cultivation was profound, and he gave a deep shout in his ear.

Jun Wuxie shivered and came back to his senses, sweating profusely.

He looked into the coffin, and what caught his eye was a patch of blood-red hair, three inches long, each strand like a needle, making people palpitate.

Uncle Niao and Jiu-ye, who were opening the coffin, were also full of horror, their eyes wide open.

When the entire coffin was completely opened, a corpse covered in blood-red hair appeared before their eyes.

This corpse had not rotted, but its hair was extremely terrifying.

His hands were as thin as firewood, and his ten fingers had half-foot-long nails, extremely sharp, shimmering with black light.

His face, eye sockets and cheeks were sunken, and his entire face was cyanotic, with two fangs exposed outside his lips!

The corpse's shoulders and legs were nailed with iron nails engraved with runes, firmly nailed to the bottom of the coffin!

On the corpse's body, there lay a sword.

It was very simple and unsophisticated. The sword body was not smooth, and it even looked very rough, as if it were a sword embryo that had not been completed during casting, without a blade or edge.

“Not good!” Jiu-ye's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he looked at the sun in the sky, saying, “No wonder the founder didn't let anyone touch his remains back then, it turns out he knew there was a problem with his body! Thousands of years have passed, and it is very likely that a Nether Spirit has begun to sprout! Opening the coffin today, with the infusion of yang energy, a change may occur!”

After Jiu-ye finished speaking, he grabbed at the sword embryo on the founder's remains from a distance, intending to quickly take the sword and seal the coffin!

“Quick, stop him, you must not touch that sword!”

Almost at the same time, the mysterious woman's voice sounded in Jun Wuxie's mind.