The Northern Sword God
The City of Divine Filtering
Mao Gao mustered all of his light skill abilities to quickly leave the Blue Mountains. He had to reach the Domain Gate in the Misty Mountains in no time, in order to avoid the shock and fury of all practitioners.
While running he cursed in his heart,
“This damned world really makes me sluggish” indeed..The old world in the Misty Mountains makes its flying ability disappear due to the strength of everyone in the world decreased to 50 %.
The demon continued to run without stopping. He cheered himself up in the hope that when he came out of this domain, he would be safe. Great Elder Mao Po Sin would definitely protect him from the swaying of this crowd. Who would dare to argue against a Sacred Enlightenment Realm Expert?
It took him up to five days of nonstop running until Mao Gao finally reached the portal gate. The demon laughed at all the practitioners who were chasing him from this portal gate.
“Hahaha…. Foolish humans, just look after coming out later, do you still dare to gang up on me before the Sacred Realm Expert?”
When Mao Gao had finally exited the portal door, he hurriedly thrust the Sacred Totem at Mao Po sin.
“Great Ancestors, in the end our demon race will reap glory. This totem I managed to fight through a lot of duels among young experts in sana” Mao Gao even made a dramatic story that Totem was contested through an exciting duel among all experts in the domain that's.
Mao Gao's greatest hope was that when Mao Po Sin had discovered the Totem secret and broke through to the Saint Realm realm, he would not be forgotten and receive compensation for his cultivation progress. Mao Po Sin himself intended to study Totem and make a breakthrough to reach the Saint Realm realm.
With a face that exuded a deep sense of satisfaction, Mao Po Sin praised Mao Gao and promised compensation for his success this time around,
“Buyut Mao Gao, it is not in vain that this old me has put hope in the glory of the demon race on your shoulders. You even managed to beat all the young jago-jago in the West here to win this Totem. The compensation you will receive has been waiting in our Burning Land. I specifically had someone prepare a gift
for you...”
Note: the burning ground is the domain of the demon race
Hearing Mao Gao's exaggerated story, his pursuers, consisting of various young practitioners, cast a derogatory glance at Mao Gao. That demon race had actually concocted a story as if he was the single most powerful practitioner in the domain.
Everyone knew that Mao Gao had cunningly preceded usurping the Totem and then leading him to run to the demon Great Elder. Even when dueling against a bloody Elf practitioner, this Mao Gao had almost lost his life. Now he dared to brag in front of his ancestors…..
At that time Mao Gao was still overwhelmed with joy because he increasingly established himself as the most prominent important figure among all young practitioners of the race. But happiness is short. All of a sudden in a thunderous voice, Mao Po Sin raged, raging,
“This is an imitation item. This mask totem is a fake item wrapped in a fake aura.”.
“Are you not checking well When taking this thing?” with a flaming look in his eyes, Mao Po Sin seemed to have skinned Mao Gao's body. Throw the mask towards Mao Gao that immediately makes Mao Gao toppled. Mao Gao even vomited blood. Meanwhile all the practitioners became excited.
“What??? That mask a fake totem??? Sia's in vain we chased after her by night. Then where is the real totem located???”
Mao Gao instantly became a scowl of his heart. With a pushy look he scrutinized the mask using his soul perception. One minute glaring at the mask, Mao Gao instantly learned that the mask did not have the power to hold something of a bloodline worthy of being called a bloodline totem.
“This is garbage manipulated with fake aura” Her face paled. At that crucial moment, Mao Gao tried again to remember the image of the Elf Statue…
“Celaka... The owl statue on the Elf's Shoulder is the real Totem.... ” his spirit rises and prepares to return to take the real Totem.
Just now that he was about to jump back into the domain door, it was seen that hundreds of practitioners who were chasing him had flocked to jump into the domain again. Mao Gao lost quickly this time.
Angrily Mao Gao analyzed all the events again,
“Sima Yong.. among all the practitioners who entered the domain, only Sima Yong did not pursue me…. The young elf was really cunning” Mao Gao ran fiercely chasing the other practitioners who were running in the Misty Mountains.
******
While everyone was busy chasing Mao Gao, Sima Yong withholds laughter, for fooling so many practitioners. While leisurely waltzing, he leaped towards the small owl statue that was on the Elf Giant's Shoulder.
“Snaap...!!”
“This is a true Totem. Everyone has been deceived by the news that is circulating out there, which says that the Totem Legacy is in the form of a Mask. Who would have thought that this little Owl statue is the real Totem”
With a sense of happiness Sima Yong stroked the Owl Totem made of bronze and gold. When his right hand (which had the symbol of two suns) touched the totem, in a few moments he was like entering a trance state.
In his view felt so fiercely explosive energy. At that moment he saw himself as if he were in an eternal ice field. In his view his body felt like it would soon be destroyed by the energy of a giant iceberg that would collapse on him. What a reflection of the Divine Techniques is set forth in the Totem.
Sima Yong's hurry drew the perception of his soul, from Totem and he regained his senses. He was still inside the Elf palace in the Blue Mountains.
“I have to find a hidden place to explore Totem and understand this legacy. So many great power secrets were contained within that Sacred Totem”
While thinking about the next step that would be taken, Sima Yong gathered the remaining thirteen copper flags. This thing after all was the treasure of an Elf a dozen thousand years ago.
If in the future he made an array using this copper flag, wouldn't anyone in the Saint Master s soul perception realm not be rash to break through his artificial array??
Sima Yong walked around in circles in the hall, then inadvertently his eyes saw a faint and fuzzy writing consumed by dust on the stone altar. He cleaned the dust to read the contents of the writing.
“Hm... This is the Elf script in the Old Language of Elf.. ok..” Sima Yong's heart became palpitating.
“Transmission door to Divine Screening City before heading to Valinor”
About that is the meaning of Elf writing that Sima Yong can interpret.
“Is this the door passed by the Elves a dozen thousand years ago at the time when they were about to cross over to a place called Valinor? Does the place named Valinor really exist?”
Sima Yong became wondering. His desire to understand Totem on the other hand should also avoid avoiding those who definitely have the intention to seize the Totem, leaving him with no other choice.
“The only way to avoid everyone is to try to enter this transmission array. Well... if I don't try it, then I won't know the answer”.
Sima Yong then entered the altar which turned out to be an elaborate array trap that the Grey Elves had set up a dozen thousand years ago. It was fortunate that Sima Yong had learned a lot regarding the Array Technique, especially the Wu Clan array which was said to be the heir of the bloodline and the Gray Elf array Technique.
After Sima Yong immediately activated that transmission array, his body disappeared within the array and made a move through space and time. The Gray Elf Palace disappeared as Sima Yong went through the transmission array.
“Finally..This Owl Totem is safe in my hands”……
The situation in the mountains was back. There was nothing left but the medicine garden that had been used up by all the young practitioners of the Silver Continent.
******
A few days later, the Blue Back Mountains were crowded with young people from the various Sects in the Western Region of the Silver Continent. But there was nothing they could find in that place. Let alone the Giant Elf Statue, even the Palace disappeared.
“So where did Sima Yong go? Did he disappear along with that Elf palace?”
Everyone was wondering, though,
“Sima Yong was really the heir to Totem Elf or was he dead by someone more powerful? Is there a figure who is even able to carry away the Statue with the Elf Palace?”.
Everyone's questions over the disappearance of Sima Yong and the Elf Palace remain a mystery for several years to come.
Meanwhile, Mao Gao berated Sima Yong as he felt increasingly confident that all these events had indeed been designed by Sima Yong…
“He really is a cunning man who defeats the cunning of the demon race..”
“He thinks that he can escape our observation of the demon race. Just look. we will observe this portal regularly for the next 5 years. And when you come out Sima Yong, just look.I'll skin your body and I'll make a puppet for the devil's offering”.
Mao Gao was really angry. He did not dare to accept the fact that he would later obtain punishment from Grand Elder Mao Po Sin…
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Sima Yong was swayed in the sea of transmissions that led him to move to a City called the City of Divine Screening. During the two weeks of being swayed in the sea of transmission, Sima Yong learned a lot about the concept of space and time. It is an excellent concept to become a sword practitioner combat technique.
After two weeks of drifting in the sea of transmissions between continents.Sima Yong felt himself thrown from a passage of time, he fell hard on the grass. After being tossed about by that space and time space ocean. Sima Yong had basically suffered damage to his inner body.
All of his meridians felt torn to shreds. Abilities
become weakened. Before she fell unconscious, Sima Yong looked around…
“This is a world with two more suns…. But this world is not an old world. All the energy in this world feels twice as much as in the Silver Continent.”.
Sima Yong fell unconscious as all the strength of his body seemed to be destroyed…
*Connected*