The Rebirth of an Immortal Cultivator
Chapter 340: The Funeral of the Sword
The scenery around was not much different like ordinary Kunlun Mountain, it was just that within this Battle Dimension, many swords of various shapes were stuck on the ground. Whether it's a rusty sword, broken, jagged and so forth.
Mount Kunlun in the Battle Dimension was not green, but black with smoke coming out from small cracks on the ground.
The classic Chinese-style buildings also look big and almost everything is damaged, it seems like this building already exists after the Giant Race and Angels fought it out. Probably, 50,000 years ago.
"Is this a sight fifty thousand years after that war?" Mo Lian was referring to the Giant and Angel Race.
"To think that the Earth holds many secrets like this. Could Earth be the center of the Universe? But, the Milky Way Galaxy is on the fringes."
Mo Lian pondered over the clouds she was riding on, thinking of more plausible things about Earth. But, no matter how much he thought about it, he could not get the answer. Not only did he have to open the Battle Dimension to see the original scene, but when he entered it he still did not get anything.
"If only there were such an array formation in the Imperial Palace, maybe I could have known about the events fifty thousand years ago ..." Mo Lian stopped her words and shook her head, even if it was just an illusion, she did not want to stay there for too long like last time.
Although he could gain powers that might be useful, but there was no way he would waste time there for thousands of years—even if it was a dream.
When Mo Lian looked around, her attention was fixed on the broken mound of earth and on it was a magnificent building that was also damaged. His pupils shrank as he tried to focus more, then he gasped when he found out what it was.
"Island?!" Mo Lian turned her head to look at the blood red sky. "Is there a flying island? Then the island fell because there was no energy sustaining it."
Mo Lian removed the clouds below her and landed around the swords that were stuck on the ground. He could feel an aura of oppression strong enough to make his back feel cold. It was incredible to be able to make him feel this way, which meant that in those days there were many incredible forces, stronger than the Giant and Angel Race.
There was no life at all here, and it added to the terrible impression, even once in a while Mo Lian looked back from feeling the wind, but there was no one there.
Mo Lian continued to step towards the flying island that was already a ruin; each step taken would feel extremely heavy like there were hands holding her legs back from walking any further.
"Senior, I know you're there. I came not with bad intentions, I came just wanted to know the strangeness on Earth. After all, when I left Earth, things were still calm, probably because at that time my strength was still weak. But, upon returning, I felt many changes, including a spiritual aura that was restored."
Mo Lian slightly bowed her body by cupping her hands together towards the ruins of the flying island. He did not stand up before getting an answer, even though it had to wait for a long time.
Suddenly the wind gushed violently with an unimaginable aura of oppression, pressing Mo Lian down to the point of having to take a step back.
Blood started to rise from the gap between the ground and the sword that was piercing. The blood was moving at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, flying towards the ruins of the island forming a human silhouette.
Bang out!
The blood exploded and revealed its true form; the silver-haired middle-aged man in red clothes was clad in a golden robe. On its back were dozens of swords lined up and formed a circle like the Ring of God.
The aura that the middle-aged man released was quite strong, stronger than Mo Lian even though it was only a soul left behind in the ruins of the Battle Dimension.
The middle-aged man opened his eyes slowly, releasing a killing aura focused on Mo Lian, though not to the point of injuring her. "I feel the aura of the Zhongguo Nation from you. Is the War of the Gods still going on today?" His voice was slow, yet echoed in the sky and pierced the soul.
Zhongguo Nation? Mo Lian frowned. He did not know the name, but according to the language, Zhongguo has a Chinese meaning. Which means, Chinese.
The War of the Gods? It was a new thing that Mo Lian knew. He never knew about it, even before his rebirth; there is never a record that says about the War of the Gods.
Mo Lian again cupped her hands together and asked respectfully, "Sorry for Junior's ignorance. May I know, what is the War of the Gods from Senior?"
"Then, about the Zhongguo Nation, I don't know what it is, but if you mention China, then I belong in it. Then, I feel like this place has been like this for fifty thousand years."
The middle-aged man flew away from Mo Lian with his back to him. He put both his hands on his back, his eyes glaring with anger, but on one side was longing.
"Call me Jia Shenjun. I am the Sword God, your Ancestor. I lived in the Golden Age, after the Ancient Age broke out due to the war between the Giant Race and the Angels."
Despite being shocked in surprise, Mo Lian remained silent and tried to calm down. He should not act rashly, not only was the person in front of him extremely strong even if it was only a soul, but the person in front of him was an Earth Cultivator Ancestor!
"Humans are not a strong race, but full of potential. After the Giant Race was wiped out on Earth, the Human Race began to rise again and it only took fifty thousand years to cultivate a Divine Realm Cultivator. At that moment, there were hundreds of Gods! Earth could be considered a Universe Heaven!"
"But, because the Earth has many Gods and hidden potentials, as well as abundant resources. Another race of countless stars, came to Earth to take resources, including taking the talents on Earth to make the Living Furnace!"
There was anger in his eyes when it came to the Human Race being made as the Living Furnace.
The Life Furnace had the function of being a power provider. Cultivators would nurture extraordinary talents, they would increase the strength of those talents to a high level, then take all of their cultivation. This action was the same as that of the Minghai Poison Sect.
"War was inevitable, thousands of Gods from countless stars, came attacking. We, the Earth Gods who originally had their own problems, banded together to fight them all. But, no matter how strong we are, we still lose in terms of numbers."
A deep frown was seen on Mo Lian's forehead; never knowing if tens of thousands of years ago, many Gods Realm and it was such a mediocrity. But, what he did not know, was why Hong Xi Jiang had never mentioned about this matter.
As he looked through Mo Lian's thoughts, Jia Shenjun turned around and again said, "Of course you don't know it, after the War of the Gods came to a peak. Almost all Gods lost their strength due to severe injuries and eventually died, rather than having to bear the shame of dying in a small star like Earth ..."
"The "gods who still had a bit of strength, combined their final strength and activated the Memory Removal Technique. Eliminate all traces of the Legend of the God Realm!"
Mo Lian was stunned with her mouth wide open. To be able to eliminate all traces of the God Realm, then the person who activated this technique was very powerful, because even the records could not be found.
Jia Shenjun continued to tell me about the Golden Age. There were many incredible things that Mo Lian had never heard of, but there was one tree called the God Tree that grew on Earth, and became the main reason for the outbreak of the War of the Gods.
The God Tree allowed anyone, no matter if they were ordinary humans or practitioners who were just starting out. If they ate the God Fruit, their strength would instantly surge into the God Realm and be able to ascend to the Celestial Realm without having to go through the trials of the Dao.
Mo Lian could not calm down. He was breathing fast and his heart was racing like it was almost coming out of his chest.
Jia Shenjun turned his back to Mo Lian. "Follow me, since you are a descendant of the Zhongguo Nation, then you have the right to learn it. But, how much you master it, it depends on the abilities you have."
"Good, Senior." Mo Lian cupped her hands together with the intention of saluting, then flew after Jia Shenjun from behind.
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