The Legend of Futian

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At the Holy Zhi Palace, many cultivators looked up into the void.

They knew that this was because the Lords of the three Holy Lands of the Endless Ocean got scared and came to visit preemptively.

The deaths of the three great saints of Xihua Sacred Mountain, especially the death of Saint Xihua, seemed to have had a huge impact on the Nine States, and with great rippling effects.

“Go to the Palace Cemetery and repent for three days,” Ye Futian said.

When the Lords of the three Holy Lands of the Endless Ocean heard this, they were stunned. There was no preaching, just the one sentence.

Let them repent by themselves. This kind of directness was difficult for them to get used to.

But soon, they took a deep breath of relief. Still, their hearts were conflicted.

Ye Futian did not see them, and it seemed to be a gesture of slight disrespect, but they had vowed to submit to the Holy Zhi Palace and swore loyalty to Ye Futian.

Moreover, it was unrealistic to say that Ye Futian did not hold any resentment against them.

In doing so, Ye Futian probably wanted to put an end to the matter. Henceforth, the storm of the Sacred War was now ended with no further repercussions.

If so, repenting for three days, though somewhat humiliating, was not a big deal.

After all, given Ye Futian’s position today in the Nine States, traveling to the Lower Worlds with the Princess Xia Qingyuan personally accompanying him, this was not usual treatment for someone from the Nine States.

Even the highly respected Saint Xia had to pay respect to the little princess when he saw her.

In the land of the Nine States, who could walk shoulder to shoulder with the Little Princess?

Only Ye Futian of the Barren State.

What was the status of Ye Futian in the past, and what was the status of Ye Futian today, and what would be the status of Ye Futian in the future?

Once the three thought about that, they looked at each other and replied, “Yes.”

After that, they stepped out and headed toward the cemetery, prepared to repent.

At this time, from a palace, Ye Futian stepped out.

Here, Douzhan, You Chi, Zhuge Qingfeng, and the others were all here. Ye Futian walked to the front of the staircase and looked down at the vast land of the palace beneath.

Lifting his head, Ye Futian looked up at the sky, where a battle of destruction took place once. Many cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace had perished, which also ruined the Holy Zhi Palace.

Now that Great Zhou Sacred King had died, and Saint Xihua, the culprit, had received his just punishment, should all this be over?

After a long period of silence, Ye Futian said, “All these years, the Nine States was in chaos. I put an end to the three great Holy Lands. Although the Holy Zhi Palace has now risen, the land of Nine States has suffered a setback, especially the Eastern State.”

Douzhan and the others listened quietly without saying anything. Of all three Holy Lands of Eastern State, the Glass Saint was now with Ye Futian; Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty had both been destroyed; Sky Saint came and went as he pleased, without belonging to any place. It had indeed fared the worst.

“The old palace lord hopes that the Holy Zhi Palace will be strong and become a Holy Land to pass on our crafts in the Barren State. Now that the first step has been completed, Master and all you elders will complete the rest,” Ye Futian said.

“Futian.” Of course, Douzhan and the others understood the meaning behind Ye Futian’s words; it seemed that he had an intention to resign.

“Futian, you have to know that whether you are at the Holy Zhi Palace or not, even if you are cultivating outside, you carry the belief of the Palace, as long as you keep the title of the Palace Lord,” Douzhan said.

“Douzhan is right, as for the day-to-day stuff, you can leave them to your Master,” You Chi added.

“In the past few years, although I bear the title of the Palace Lord, it was the Master and the elders who took care of the Palace. There would be no Holy Zhi Palace if it were not for all of you. Strictly speaking, it is not I who made the Holy Zhi Palace, but it was the Palace that achieved my reputation.”

Ye Futian shook his head. “Now, everything should return to their rightful place. I am an incompetent palace lord, but I will do the last bit of things I can for the Nine States, for the Palace.”

Douzhan and everyone looked at Ye Futian. It seemed that Ye Futian had already made up his mind.

At this moment, Ye Futian looked into the distance and said softly, “Master, I’m troubling you to go to all the Holy Lands in the Nine States and invite them to come to the Holy Zhi Palace in Barren State. The Holy Zhi Palace will host a feast to discuss the planning of the grandest martial arts event in the land of Nine States that will surpass the Nine State Forum. This competition belongs to the cultivators of the Sage Plane. At that time, I will invite the Princess to participate in the discussion, and I hope that this competition will open up the communication between the Upper and the Lower Worlds.”

Douzhan and the others trembled inside, all of them were shocked. They vaguely understood what Ye Futian wanted to do.

Today, perhaps in all of Nine States, only Ye Futian could have done it.

Even Saint Xia couldn’t do it.

In this land of Nine States, only he could really influence the Princess.

“Very well.” Douzhan took a deep breath and then nodded in earnest. If this could happen, it would indeed be a great contribution to the land of Nine States, and it would make the spirit of martial arts in the Nine States that much stronger.

Others also nodded earnestly. If Ye Futian could have this ambition, they were naturally willing to work together for this.

“This event must be widely spread and have participants from all over, and all of the Nine States will need to be informed.” Ye Futian continued, “In addition, pass my order on to the Hall of Holy Light of Qi State and tell them I also invited the Hall of Holy Light to join us in this event. The Hall of Holy Light is also a part of the Nine States as long as those who participated in the war are willing to come to apologize and repent for their past wrongdoings, I, Ye Futian, will no longer look to the past, and the Hall of Holy Light is still one of the Holy Lands in the Nine States.

“There is only one person I will not forgive—Saint Ji, Lord of the Hall of Holy Light.”

Saint Ji was one of the culprits of the Sacred War. All the others could be forgiven and their pasts forgotten, except for Saint Ji, who initiated the Sacred War. He would never be forgiven.

Of course, the premise was that those who participated in the war must come to apologize and plead guilty and repent in the cemetery.

Douzhan and the others, as they looked at Ye Futian, who stood there alone with his back facing them. After the initial shock, a smile appeared in their eyes.

Ye Futian today, was a saint.

“Yes, Palace Lord.” Everyone took their orders then retreated. Soon, they all stepped into the void, heading out for all the places within the Nine States.

Soon, the news spread throughout the Nine States.

Ye Futian had summoned all the Holy Lands in the Nine States. The Holy Zhi Palace of Barren State would hold an unprecedented grand event.

In a short time, the Nine States responded, and all the major Holy Lands had responded, saying that they would go to the Barren State to participate in this grand event.

The Barren State, once again, attracted worldwide attention and became the focal point of Nine States.

Within the Nine States, countless people set off to the Barren State, wanting to witness this great spectacle.

Many people had said that this event would be the most spectacular event of the Nine States in decades.

As the appointed day approached, in the land of the Summer State, Saint Xia had set off, and Saint Li of the Nine State College had also departed. Of course, there was also Moon Saint.

Holy Lands, such as War State, Vajra Region, Holy Temple of Ten Corners, began to set off one after another.

In Qi State, the Lord of the Qi Clan personally led his group there, and the same with Jixia Holy Palace and Yue House.

Only the atmosphere of the Hall of Holy Light seemed a little peculiar.

In the past few years, the development of the Hall of Holy Light had been rather fast, and it had become one of the top five Holy Lands in the Nine States.

Saint Ji, the Lord of the Hall of Holy Light, ranked fifth on the Saint Ranking. For a time, he was at the top of the world, dominant and sharp, his force about to surpass that of the Qi Clan, the longtime top Holy Land in Qi State and Jixia Holy Palace.

However, after the Sacred War, Saint Ji was put under house arrest, and the Hall of Holy Light was continuously guarded by the Holy Light. He dared not relax for one moment.

The Grand Matrix of Holy Light Protection of the Hall of Holy Light was finally opened.

The cultivators of the Hall of Holy Light successively walked down and left, actually going toward the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace in Barren State. This was a situation that no one could have foreseen.

In the Hall of Holy Light, there was a main hall, high above the sky. Standing at its edge, one could overlook the entire vastness of the Hall of Holy Light.

At this moment, Saint Ji stood there, watching the flow of the crowd below, that cultivators of the hall, stepped out and left, one after the other.

There were fewer and fewer people, and he stood there, watching.

As the people at the Hall of Holy Light decreased day by day, watching many bowed to him and paid their respect before leaving.

Until there was no one else left, the once glorious Hall of Holy Light now seemed extremely quiet. At a glance, there was hardly anyone in sight. The main hall that disappeared into the clouds seemed particularly lonesome, and his figure seemed even more desolate.

“Today must be the day that Ye Futian is holding the feast?” Saint Ji looked into the distance and murmured.

“Yes, Lord.” Behind Saint Ji, an old manservant stood there quietly. It was an old man who had watched Saint Ji grew up many years ago. His hair was completely white.

“Uncle Han, was I wrong?” Saint Ji asked.

“My Lord, in this world, there is no absolute right or wrong,” the old man whispered softly.

“Why did the people of the Hall of Holy Light all choose to leave?” Saint Ji asked again.

“This is human nature. Not to mention, the Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace, Ye Futian, was able to let go of the grievances of the Sacred War. He is a man of stature. It is not surprising that the people of the Hall would go down to join him. My Lord should not blame them,” said the old man.

“Yes,” Saint Ji nodded, “I thought I would wait for his revenge, but I didn’t expect him to let it all go instead. And now that he is holding the event of a lifetime in the Nine States, not only trying to promote the Holy Zhi Palace of Barren State but also to promote the Nine States, I am a far lesser man than him in terms of spirit and aspiration.”

The old man stood quietly and said nothing.

Saint Ji smiled and said, “It’s been quite a few years, and it’s time for me to get out and take a walk.”

“Lord.” The old man looked up at Saint Ji. Emperor Xia was the one who personally issued the house arrest on Saint Ji. Whoever dared to disobey the order of Emperor Xia was unlikely to live.

“Since he could have such generosity in his heart, I hope not to hinder the Hall of Holy Light from now on.” As Saint Ji’s words fell, a boundless radiance darted into the sky from his body, and then his body turned into light and rushed into the sky above.

“An era has ended.” Saint Ji’s voice spread through the Hall of Holy Light. He disappeared after he rushed out of the Hall.

Since then, no one in the Nine States had seen Saint Ji. Some people claimed that he had died, executed by Emperor Xia. Some claimed that he was taken by the people of Emperor Xia.

This became a mystery in the Nine States.

Contrary to the bleakness of the Hall of Holy Light, this day at the Holy Zhi Palace of Barren State, there was an unparalleled feast that would affect the future of the Nine States.

At this feast, Ye Futian announced that in the future land of the Nine States, the Nine State Forum, that was to be held once every three years, would not only be open to those below the sage plane but that sages could also participate.

Moreover, the principalities of the Upper World would come down to the Lower World and chose the best of them to be brought to the Upper World to cultivate. Princess Xia Qingyuan had promised.

All of the Nine States were shocked.

Of course, there was something else that was even more shocking.

Ye Futian announced that he would step down as the Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State and that the new Palace Lord was to be Saint Douzhan.

This turbulent era had finally come to an end!

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