The Legend of Futian

Chapter 2672: House Karura

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

"Three Sword Emperors…three Great Emperors who joined forces to battle in the primordial times… They perished here but left the Sword Will in this place. Now that you have inherited it, in the future, you may strive to revive the Deicide Sword Matrix once again and unveil it to the rest of the world," Ye Futian spoke with high hopes for the three of them.

It had not been easy for Wuchen, Yaya, and the Swordmaster of Lihen on their journey of cultivation up until now. Constrained by their natural talents, it was even more difficult to change what they had been born with. They had received an opportunity when they entered God's relic that first time, and now they had received such a great opportunity in the tomb of the gods that they had experienced the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path.

How could Ye Futian not be pleasantly surprised when his old friends had elevated their cultivation to such a degree?

He and everyone else could feel that the reemergence of the tomb of the gods, along with the prophecy that changes between heaven and earth would start in the Original Realm, meant that a mighty new era was about to begin. The impact that the tomb of the gods had on the world would definitely not be simple or limited to the inheritance of some Great Emperors.

In the future, there may be other Great Emperors who might be coming into being, and Ye Futian naturally hoped that it would be someone close to him.

"We can only do our best to live up to the inheritance of the Great Emperor," the Swordmaster of Lihen replied. He had a myriad of feelings regarding what he had achieved today. Of course, all of this could never have taken place without Ye Futian. If it were not for Ye Futian's help, it would have been d*mn near impossible to change his own natural given talent.

Just the elixir's effects in reshaping his foundation had been something astonishing. For those Renhuang cultivators in the outer world, how many of them could have been this fortunate to lay hands on divine elixirs?

Only those of them who were Ye Futian's old friends could have benefitted.

"Congratulations," Lord Chen walked forward and said with a smile. "Although it is only the first Divine Tribulation of the Great Path, the will of the Great Emperor inherited in the tomb of the gods is an extraordinary feat. The three divine swords are formed by the Sword Will left by the Great Emperor. Anyone who has not inherited the will of the Great Emperor will not be able to contend with you in this realm."

It was impossible to say that they were not envious, because many of them were. The Sword Goddess from the Ice Temple and her apprentices, as well as Goddess Taihua, had seen for themselves that there were so many cultivators from Ziwei Imperial Palace who were now in the Tribulation Plane. Then, there were those who had subsequently inherited the will of the Great Emperor. It was not hard to imagine how they might be feeling at a moment like this.

They all knew Ye Futian from before. In Donghua Domain, he had been treated with contempt by Ning Yuan, the Domain Chief of Donghua Domain. At that time, Ning Hua was the number one genius talent in Donghua. He had been without challengers and had wanted Ye Futian dead.

Now, Ning Hua aside, who was Ning Yuan compared to the likes of them?

When Ning Yuan died, they didn't feel much at all, because they were no longer at the same level.

In Ziwei Imperial Palace alone, there were more than a dozen cultivators of the Tribulation Plane.

This was an indication that they were moving toward becoming an imperial-level principality.

"The Supreme Elder too will have a chance in the future," Ye Futian said. "In this tomb of the gods, there are many opportunities, but we cannot be too complacent. If we can inherit the imperial will, then other top figures can do the same. During these days while we cultivated, who knows how many other cultivators have gotten the opportunities and inherited the will of the Great Emperor."

Everyone nodded in agreement. The strength of the cultivational world would usher in another great transformation.

"Let us depart from here. We have been cultivating here long enough, perhaps many other things have happened in the tomb of the gods already," said Ye Futian. During the past few months, undoubtedly they must have missed a lot, but Ye Futian was mentally prepared for that. It was simply impossible for them to take all the opportunities for themselves.

As long as he could elevate and improve the cultivation of the people around him, so that they could obtain imperial-level opportunities, then it was well worth the effort.

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On this ancient expanse of land, there were too many strange and amazing places.

In one area, it was full of an ancient atmosphere. On the periphery of this area, there was a door. This door was in the form of a statue, the statue of a gigantic and massive demon god, made with pure gold.

This statue was that of the golden-winged roc. The massive divine bird had turned into an ancient gateway, but there was nothing in the surrounding area. Perhaps it was once a world of its own, but right now at a glance, there was only endless barrenness as far as the eyes could see.

On the yellow earth, there were the footprints of many cultivators. In the far distance, ancient mountain ranges of the primordial era could be seen.

But many people stopped just right outside of the statue with hesitation, not quite daring to go on.

They saw that in the distance, on that ancient earth, there were a few scattered corpses. Actually, they were no longer anything as recognizable as corpses, but rather sorry bloody messes served as a warning to the living.

The area inside was fraught with danger. Even standing in the periphery, one could feel an aura of danger that was coming from the inside.

It was said that there were many cannibalistic giant monsters residing within, as well as terrifying flying beasts, and some of those were the golden-winged rocs.

Out of those who dared to set foot inside, many had died. In the past few months, this area had become known as a forbidden land of incredible danger.

But even so, there were still those who were willing to take the risk.

At this time, there were those who could no longer hold back and decided to step inside, all of them gaining entry from the ground instead of by way of the air. It was said that by way of the air was the more dangerous route because it posed a bigger target, and much easier for them to be spotted by those flying death traps.

"Who knows what happened to those top figures who had gone in earlier?" Someone, somewhere, murmured. Although they hesitated to go in, they knew that before them, there had already been many extremely powerful people who had entered. There were no traces of them now, for they must have already gone deep into the relic.

"Let's move."

Someone got impatient, and proceeded to step into it, moving forward step by step.

This was something that had been replayed time and again during the past few months. As for why people kept on doing this was naturally not because of its inherent danger. Rumors had it that this may have been a territory that once belonged to one of the Eight Legions from God's relic.

The House Karura, one of the Eight Legions, was said to be the royal clan of the golden-winged roc bird, with the blood of the golden-winged roc flowing through their veins.

According to legend, in primordial times, the House Karura hunted demons for sustenance, so they were the natural enemy of the demons.

"Karura!"

At this time, outside of the statue relic, someone with a terrifying divine glow in his eyes was staring inside with a fervent desire.

Behind him, there was another group of cultivators who followed him, and these people were from the Ancient God Clans, the most powerful force in the Vajra Domain. They were cultivators from the Vajra Domain.

The lead cultivator's eyes glowed with a divine aurora that did not seem to be his own. His fervent eyes stared inside and finally had found a place of extraordinary relics. Here was the House Karura of the Eight Legions under the Heavenly Path.

In the age of the ancient gods, the House Karura was powerful and terrifying, feeding on the demons and tasked by the Heavenly Path to keep the demon clan in line. They had imprisoned the demon clan in the Devil Abyss and acted as their jailers.

For the cultivators of the demon clan, their resentment of the House Karura was more than words could express. The two were truly sworn enemies.

In the battle of the End of the Gods, the Devil World fought their way out of the Devil Abyss, and an outstanding man emerged in the form of the Devil Emperor, who ruled over the demon clan and declared war on the Heavenly Path by slaughtering the House Karura.

The extent of the horror of that battle was simply incomprehensible today.

Now, he might have found the original battlefield.

"Get inside." A group of cultivators flickered their way into it and ventured deeper inside this ancient ruin.

There may have been more than one Great Emperor who had perished there.

Any one house under the powerful Eight Legions of the Heavenly Path would not only have just one Great Emperor.

Once upon a time, there were many Great Emperors under the command of Ziwei the Great.

Even though this area was extremely dangerous, people were still flocking to it, as there was a constant stream of cultivators who were going inside, as if this dangerous place had an inexplicable attraction for them.

The more dangerous it was, the stronger the attraction.

A few days later, Ye Futian and the others also arrived. During the past few days of traveling, they had gone through much and heard much.

Rumor had it that someone had found the ruins of the Eight Legions, and this might be one of them: the ruins of the small world that was once ruled by the House Karura.

Ye Futian stood outside looking at the statue. After countless years, Ye Futian could perceive the domineering will on the statue. As one of the Eight Legions under the Heavenly Path, how powerful was the House Karura in the days of yore?

This was something that perhaps no one could ever know in present days.

"Be careful, the aura inside is very dangerous," Ye Futian cautioned everyone. After cultivating to a certain level, his perception was a little sharper, and he could detect the existence of danger before anyone else.

Everyone nodded as they ventured inside. They made their way forward on the yellow sands and saw a corpse on the ground. The body had been mutilated as if it had been feasted upon by some demonic beast and left in this sorry state, which was gruesome to behold.

But this did not deter them from progressing further, as the group continued to make their way deeper inside.

The area was open and vast and may have been a world in ancient times. After all, it was one of the Eight Legions and would have had its own territory to rule.

At this moment, there was a sharp shrill that came from above. Ye Futian and the others looked up and saw that there was a golden-winged roc that hovered above. However, the golden divine light on his body was a little dim and the look in his eyes was a little off. Overall, its feel was closer to the divine condor they had encountered when they had first entered the relic and not some bona fide ancient monster that had survived until this day.

After all, like the divine condor before, it had survived because of special circumstances, such as having been sheltered by the green grass that was transformed by the Undying Great Emperor after his death.

"Be careful," Ye Futian said. Immediately afterward, the golden-winged roc swooped down from high above, as if targeting these human cultivators as prey.. Without showing any trace of restraint, it went straight for Ye Futian and the rest.