The Northern Sword God
A Red World ii
The wind was blowing slowly, some red rose petals were flying, hovering like butterflies in a flying scarlet flaunting a bright red tinge. Two figures stood in silence, within that absurd bentala.
"Where do you know that I'm wearing the Elf Sword King's vest artifact ?" he then glanced at the immortal sword in his hand, and continued the question..
"And regarding this black sword, how can you guess that this holy object is the legacy of the Flying Sword King? As far as I am concerned, I suspect your age is not too old to recognize the ancient figures, which I mentioned earlier" he asked worriedly.
Still with the question, Sima Yong told the old man.
"The existence of two sword kings is far too long - thousands and perhaps even tens of thousands of years ago was the time of their lives in this world. Do you recognize them directly?" Sima Yong asked skeptically.
The old man just laughed. His mouth is not curved like the mimic of people who laugh in general. It looked flat but a clear ruckus sound could be heard from his mouth.
"You don't have to worry about me. Did I recognize those two Sword Kings firsthand.
My question, didn't you suddenly feel uneasy when this old me mentioned the names of the two sword kings? Are you worried in case I am interested and will harbor the desire to loot your two artifacts?"
The man's eyes looked like they were panning so deeply into the depths of Sima Yong's heart. Of course the young man stuttered because he felt his thoughts were as read by the old man.
"I-I didn't mean that. I mean with this seventy years old, you can't possibly know a figure who has been gone for a long time since tens of thousands of years, right?" answer the young man.
With one cold snort, the old man said.
"You don't have to worry about me. I have absolutely no interest in the two artifact relics of the two sword kings. If I wanted to, here are things like these artifacts there are so many.." he continued..
"And who said I was seventy?" Is it .. If I say my age is twenty thousand years, you will believe it?" that voice echoed in Sima Yong's mind.
With a clear face showing disbelief, Sima Yong replied.
"I-this.well impossible isn't it? You can't be that old, right?" his hand was increasingly tightly grasping the Black Immortal Sword.
The old man answered flatly,
"I am indeed over twenty thousand years old" Although Sima Yong looked shocked, he did not care about the change in the young man's face. Words having aged twenty thousand years on reality did indeed make Sima Yong take a hit.
He continued,
"This place is called 'Border'. I should have killed you when I found you in this forbidden place.
But since you are the heir of the two sword lords and considering my friendship with those two people in the past, then I decided not to take your life. You can live here accompanying me with thousands of coffins there" he pointed at the coffins with his eyes.
"Is there no way out of here?" sima Yong asked in panic.
"No ! There's no way out of here. You'll be here forever. Maybe even I will consider you to be my successor, as a 'Guardian' ! The guard is my name.
Unless you can .." The old man's voice sounded mocking. He did not continue his words with the intention of making the youngster curious.
"Guard? What do you mean by the words of the guard? I don't understand and please explain to me what you mean by the words 'except' earlier.
Please lah...I need your explanation, sir. I have to get out of this place" the young man replied looking suspicious but also pleading.
A laughing voice clearly sounded from the Guard, he was happy to see the fear in the youngster's eyes.
"Being a guard means you'll be the guardian of the thousands of corpses in the coffin !" again he pointed with his eyes at the chest.
"What !" Sima Yong staggered backwards. There's no way out and guard thousands of coffins? Oh no ! He still has a lot of interest out there. He had to establish a sect, and then search for Atid and the fire Phoenix, which became his favorite spirit creatures today, especially visiting the north - well even though he felt that no one was waiting for his arrival in the north, but he has a sense of longing for the country where his birth was. There's a lot he has to do.
"Let me show you something" the old man floated slowly towards the rows of coffins. Sima Yong followed the man.
The man raised his hand. And a golden, glittering lock was seen floating from his palm and falling over the nearby coffin.
Wush !
Sreeet !
The wind blew slowly, the casket cover shifted and the young man felt his hair bristling. A golden light flashed out from inside the coffin when the cover was revealed.
"Come closer, young man. No need to be afraid !" said the old man.
Sima Yong approached and got closer. Just then he saw inside the chest, a man 60 years old or older, looking like a sleeping man with a sword in his hand. There are many ancient objects and handwriting such as copies of letters.
Even though it had died, the body was not damaged at all. So too with all his clothes and stuff. The corpse looked majestic, even though it had been lifeless.
"This is ?" sima Yong asked with a glare.
No unpleasant smell, but the fragrant old spices that burst out of the chest. Sima Yong knew, it was all magic work.
Slowly came the Guard's voice, he said in a respectful tone.
"This is Fang Ren Zhi. In his lifetime thousands of years ago, he was a so-called Sword King. Never mind Fang Ren Zhi's cultivation was an Immortal Quasi or half a step towards the Immortal"
"That's a very high cultivation realm. One step away he would be called an Immortal'
Intermix..
"What caused this Fang Ren Zhi Ancestor to die?"
With a sigh the Guard said,
"He died while performing a cultivation shift from an immortal quasi, to rising to become a practitioner called an Immortal. Too bad he failed... He would never set foot in a place called the Magical Nation.
After all, to become an Immortal, it was not as easy as a practitioner breaking through the ordinary cultivation realm. There are lives at stake, there are many catalysts needed such as precious relics, or valuable artifacts.
You saw it for yourself, didn't you? My cultivation is only limited to the Immortal Quasi. I have never attempted to break through into someone called an Immortal. I was afraid of failure and death picked me up.
The human race can only reach the Magic Negri if it breaks through into immortal pratition.
Unlike the Elves who only need to die, then sail to the country. But you need to know, Elf when he reaches the Magic Country, he will not have the cultivation like when he died. It all starts from zero. New body, new mind and start new cultivation... " Sima Yong took good note of this explanation. Only now in the right understand what is called immortal and its benefits.
"That's why I accepted a job as a guard, living in a world where time is at a standstill" explained the guard.
"Then, the Judges and Angels of the Wonderland Magic Country were feeling pity for my condition, not immortal but nothing...
They're offering me the job of being a Guard in this Borderland world, guarding the thousands of corpses of practitioners who died when they failed to break through to become an Immortal"
"Here, my age seems to have stopped because of the effect of time as it has stopped - the miraculous actions of the Angels and the Judges of the Wonderful Nation. My age was eroded when I had to go to the world, pick up practitioners who failed to become immortals, immerse them here.
Time is running very slowly here compared to the outside world.
All of that, it was this world of borders that allowed me to live for tens of thousands of years, and of course was helped by various spirit pills and potions given by the Judges and Angels of the Magical Nation" obviously the Guard.
Sima Yong. He was now more confident that the Guard was not lying. The old man was tens of thousands of years old. And if indeed he had been so old, then his statement that he knew the Flying Sword King and the Elf Sword King personally - was not mere ranting words.
"So.. are you really so old? And all this time, you've been living with a body group of world practitioners who died trying to step into immortality?" ask the young man in amazement. He then glanced back one by one the caskets of bodies that numbered in the thousands.
"There has to be someone guarding this place, right? Can you imagine?
A single chest escaped in a part of the world that consisted of many and various parts of the continent, then great disasters and great battles would occur. All for the sake of fighting over the artifacts in this coffin.
There were countless copies of sword techniques, copies of cultivating techniques, Sword Artifacts, Armor, Gloves, rings, necklaces, and all-all of them were precious objects that could increase the strength of a cultivator !" close the guard.
The young man was silent. He became an instant, just from the beginning, the Guard said he was not interested in the Immortal Sword and the Vest Artifacts. Here, in this frontier land, such artifact objects were abundant like useless items.
He asked the guard, though,
"Master Guard. Can you tell me how to get out of this place?"
The guard without turning his face answered.
"Back considering my friendship with the two sword kings, I will give an explanation.
You must break through and have minimal cultivation in the realm of the low level Eternal Crossing Realm. In that realm you can create your own space and time passageways for you to use, then connect to the portal passageway where you were thrown before" replied the guard.
"I regretfully have to say, unable to help you make your way and escort you to the portal passage.
My body is getting weaker. I have refused death for too long. My bones have wept for exhaustion in this world.
While I have to keep my energy remnants in check and pick up the Immortal Quasi experts who were killed when they tried to break through into immortals, in the hundreds of continents that exist in this world"
"I'll let you live, and you should try to break through to become an expert in the Immortal Crossing Realm, then make your way out of the passage of space and time for yourself...
I'll let you live enjoying all the amenities here, making use of the cut time in this realm, and breaking through to the proper realm to make your own way of space and time.
But my message is only one, be strong and not be dead when the time comes for you to make the transition to becoming an immortal !"
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From then on, Sima Yong had been living in a place called the border. He began to cultivate - absorbing the relics he had from the holy war.
He had yet to make use of the demon Sword King's relics, as the relic felt to contain heresy.
"I will only absorb these relics of the Demon Sword King when trying to break through to become an Immortal !
At that moment my body and soul were strong against the evil relic"
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