The Northern Sword God
A Red World
...ARC 8'S. The title of Maha Tinggi...
Sima Yong woke up from his dream. He woke up on a dry, rocky ground and hilly rock. As far as the eye could see, all of them only seemed to be a dry expanse of reddish-colored soil - carrying a terrifying aura. This world is an absurd world. Lonely, dimly lit and not a single living thing he encountered.
The only thing that became a natural light in the strange world, is the moonlight that looks full like a full moon, and also flickering stars in the distance there. He raised his head and looked at the clear sky - no cloud moved like in the world of men. While air? Of course under such circumstances anything feels cold there. Perhaps it is due to the influence of moon energy.
(Later he will finally discover the fact that in the present world - this red world has never experienced what he calls daylight)
"Have I died?" thought.
But when he examined the entire condition of his body, starting from trying to drain energy from his dantian and then to his entire meridians,
"Everything's fine. The accident of that time brought no problems with my body. The abnormal one is this place" his inner self.
He stood up and walked on the dry, reddish-colored ground. Just once he stepped up he was shocked by one reality.
"Hiding? i'm hovering? why that?" the young man was confused.
Intrigued by the magic earlier, this time he tried to exert even greater strength to his feet. Wush..! With an instant his body shot into space, flying around in circles without using pure air, and then falling to the ground in a slow motion.
"This is a strange world. I'm going to walk to the end of this red realm, and I'm going to get out of this place" he's going in a direction that's the Eastern part of the foreign land.
"People say that if you want to find the end of a Bentala (world), then go east. Let's go there" he thought excitedly.
But reality says something else. For days he walked on the rocky ground, not even he met with something or anything that gave hope of life.
Days passed, and then weeks changed. It was not felt that he had walked to the East of Bentala without a point of clarity.
Entering the first month of his journey in search of the end of the world, the young man began to feel desperate. Her charming appearance has now changed to frown, with her hair not neatly combed with an empty face full of beard and mustache, unkempt.
"Am I really dead? And this place is called hell? there is no life but myself !". Lucky since entering the cultivation stage in a SemiDevil tau DemiGods like now, physical food is not a top priority.
In the midst of deep despair, he suddenly saw the sighting of long boxes in the distance of the red field. He recognized it like a coffin.
"Death peti?" sharpen his eyes...
"True.it's a coffin in large quantities !" he cried enthusiastically - not cringing at all.
He ran so fast that his body shot and flung forward like teleportation, in this gravity-deficient Red Realm.
Wush.her body floated without the need to use much force.
"Hundreds may even have these thousands of coffins !" her strangulation was shocked when her feet landed on the ground near the collection of lined objects. He then held one by one the casket covers. "Peti bolted from rare wood and must be expensive"
"Why so many? And why is there no life here, but there are so many coffins? Is this real?"
With deep curiosity, he pushed the coffin cover, intending to look inside.
"Locked? !"
He then pushed the casket cover even stronger now by exerting Qi energy. Wush !.
"Stay not moving ! magically.."
His curiosity was now gone after knowing that it was locked and could not be opened with even Qi strength and energy. He raised his head and looked around.
It turned out that the collection of coffins was in the courtyard of one building like a castle that looks very old. The courtyard of the castle was filled with red roses - more red than the ground in that strange world.
"The "foreign world without ever having experienced daylight, and with the dry soil the redness auras were horrified. But even more bizarre, there is a luxurious castle building in this nature. It's so weird !"
He then walked slowly into the rose garden at the very back of the coffin line, and, then knock on the door of the castle with a round iron that hangs on the old wooden door - but the color of the wooden door of the castle does not fade even though it can be old, except the color of the wood is getting ripe and shiny.
Tok - tock - tock !
"My name is Sima Yong - a wanderer from the world called the God Filtration Continent, I beg for an audience with the master of the castle owner !" the young man's voice was subtly heard. He did not use Qi energy.
He had just intended to re-tap a second time - this time even harder, with a single thought ...
"Maybe the host didn't hear a knock on the door of this castle.
Or maybe he was in his comfortable room on the highest floor of this ancient castle"
Not to mention that the young man's hand was bending the thick circular iron that he had held, suddenly the large castle door opened from the inside. The sound of the door rang out very loudly.. Sreeet !
"The door hinges of this castle are so worn out, it may be too long that the object is not in the line with the salary and animal fat to reduce this terrible sound.
His voice was as horrible as the shriek of a night ghost" He stared in disdain at the old door.
Following the ringing sound that broke the silence of that red world, a figure stood before the door. The figure was a tall, slim man, probably nearly 6 feet taller. This man might be seventy years old, but he guessed that he might be over five hundred years old. Maybe !
The man's face was not handsome but could not be said to be ugly. Her white hair was left unraveled, with a slight decoration of whiskers and white bewoks poking her flat face.
The clothes he wore were made of expensive satin fabric made in layers of all white, almost in line with the skin and his pale face that was as pale as the moon. The face was so cold with no expression.
Despite having experienced countless encounters with various humans and other races all along, yet the cold appearance before him, made the youngster startled. Without him noticing, his foot reflexes made a backward movement .
"Who are you? And what made you get to this Rose Castle?" a voice echoed in Sima Yong's mind, yet He did not see the person in front of him opening his mouth when speaking.
"I-i'm sorry. My name is Sima Yong. I'm a traveller, a cross-dimensional inter-world.
On my way back to the place where I came from called the Silver Continent, I had an accident in the hallway of space & time.
When I realized, I was already in this red-colored realm..
Can you, uh I mean sir explain to me. What is this place?"
He saw the old man frowning. Then without being asked, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from the man. A glittering clutches struck and locked onto his chest.
Wush !
Sima Yong felt his chest tightening instantly. He was pumping Qi energy from his dantian, and his hand had suddenly grasped the Black Immortal Sword.
The black sword instantly seemed to be experiencing a trance state and turned into a dragon-shaped smoke scroll that pounced and threatened the grip of the man that was swiftly hurtling into the youngster's chest.
Trang !
The sword spirit collided with the man's grip, sounding loudly like it was clashing with a single metal object just like. The young man's hand shook, tingling and he almost let go of the sword in his hand.
With his chest open without any defense, the man's grip landed on SimaYong's chest.
Duk !
The young man's mouth immediately felt fishy.apparently a lump of blood had come out and filled his mouth. He was thrown backwards a few spears backwards, then stood up and wiped the blood on his lips.
It was fortunate that he had worn the Immortal-ranked Vest - a gift in the Northern Region domain back then, after replacing the magic vest during the holy war.
The man's face seemed to change. Said..
"What is your relationship with the Elf Sword King ? I saw you using the Sword and Armor that became his flagship weapon in the past" The man asked with a softened face look.
Sima Yong gawking. His desire to get angry and pound this man, turned instantly muffled. "Where did this freak know that the sword and armor I was wearing belonged to the Elf Sword King?
Wasn't the existence of the Elf Sword King a long time ago? thousands of years old and his trail has been forgotten"
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