After the commotion ended, Wei Yusheng didn’t delay any longer and left the Eternal Peak to look for a temporary place to stay.
The Eternal Lord, Tian Yongheng, told him to stay away from the State of Feng as a whole to avoid being found out by the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night. If he remained here, he could cause trouble for both himself and the Eternal Peak.
Secondly, it was because Tian Yongheng suspected that the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night probably had a way to track Wei Yusheng.
He won’t let the other party off the hook. As long as he entered the Qingyun Region, he would die an unremarkable death in the hands of Tian Yongheng. He won’t bother hiding his powers when his life was in danger.
Not to mention that the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night was only at the peak of Tribulation Transcendence Realm.
Tian Yongheng was capable of killing Human Immortals!
Even if the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night had some method to forcibly fight against those of the Immortal Ascension Realm level, could he fight against Human Immortals?
Even if he could, Tian Yongheng, as an Ascended Divinity Human and also possessing many unparalleled Connate Providences, was far stronger than a human.
This naturally caused him to have some confidence in his own abilities.
But, of course, it wasn’t arrogance. It was only because the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night had the peak Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivation, and Tian Yongheng had even killed a Perfected Immortal Ascension Realm mighty figure once before.
He really didn’t take him seriously, and was just afraid that the other party may find trouble with his disciples who were roaming in the outside world right now.
After sending Wei Yusheng away, he went back inside his cave abode and continued to make his Dharma Artifacts recognize him as their owner, while his clone continued to upgrade the Sword of Diligence.
He planned on sending this clone away to look out for the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night as soon as it upgraded the Sword of Diligence, as he wasn’t sure when that fellow would make a move against him.
Thinking of this, he summoned the system interface and opened the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night’s profile.
[Sword Lord of the Darkest Night: Ninth Stage of Tribulation Transcendence Realm.
Strongest Sword Dao prodigy of the demonic path. Inheritor of the Demonic Sword Paragon. Wielder of the Starless Night Sword. Disciple of the Blade Saint. As the strongest Sword Dao prodigy of the demonic path and the only disciple of the Blade Saint, the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night is one of the most influential figures below the Half Immortals in the demonic path.
He obtained the inheritance of the Demonic Sword Paragon in an ancient ruin and found the Starless Night Sword, a Dharma Artifact once wielded by the Demonic Sword Paragon. His Dao title was derived from the name of the sword. After finding it that his subordinate, Wei Yusheng, had betrayed him because of you, he has developed hatred towards you and won’t let it go easily.]
[Current hatred: 6-Star]
An impressive background he has, indeed.
Tian Yongheng couldn’t help but praise the Sword Lord inwardly, at the same time wondering who the Blade Saint is.
It must be a high ranking figure within the demonic path, considering he’s one of the reasons why the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night has a great authority within the demonic path, perhaps a Half Immortal.
As he thought of this, his eyes shifted to the blue screen again.
Demonic Sword Paragon...this is the second time I’ve heard this name. The era of the Divine Sovereign was truly an era of powerful people, huh?
He had first heard the name of the Demonic Sword Paragon when he met Wei Yusheng, the latter using a replica of the Saint Killing Sword Formation developed by the Demonic Sword Paragon which Tan Xue, the Sect Master of the Brilliant Starlight Sect explained about.
This was the second time this name came before him.
So the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night really did obtain the Demonic Sword Paragon’s inheritance. It seems inheritances from that era are extremely special indeed.
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Speaking of which...
At this thought, he couldn’t help but remember that his family had also obtained the "inheritance" of the Divine Sovereign, but it was, in fact, just a phony in the name of an inheritance with little use. It even caused the major factions to annihilate his family.
I don’t need any extra inheritances. I can reach the peak just with cultivation and the system alone.
Thinking of this, he closed the system interface and continued to work with his Dharma Artifacts.
...
Meanwhile, in a huge, hidden island located in the ocean.
In the same city with air permeating demonic aura and a sense of unease, in the mansion from before.
The Sword Lord of the Darkest Night sat on the chair atop a high platform, which was in turn covered by a curtain, as he rested his cheek on his right fist, his eyes glowing with malicious intent.
Intangible Sword Intent flew around him as a strand of Sword Qi formed on his index finger which he constantly rotated, seemingly playing around with it.
At the same time, he was thinking of something that had been bothering him for quote a while.
That Sword Intent...it definitely wasn’t stronger than mine, right?
As he was thinking of this, a knocking sound came from behind the massive gates to the main chamber where he was resting before he raised an eyebrow and the gates automatically opened.
He abruptly stopped swirling the Sword Qi on his finger around, dispersing it into thin air as he sat up straight and brought his hands forward to rest on the armrest of the grand throne exuding Spirit Qi he was sitting on.
A skinny figure with an old face and white hair entered the chamber, clasping his hands together before speaking.
"Sword Lord, the Saint has heeded your words and called you to the Blade Saint Palace to meet him and discuss whatever you wanted to in further detail."
His voice sounded old and weak, but the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night could detect the extreme Demonic Energy contained in the old man’s voice, even causing him to flinch for a moment before he stood up.
Pushing aside the curtains, the figure of a tall, burly man with shoulder length black hair and black beard was revealed. Aside from his unnatural big build and the demonic aura surrounding him, he seemed no different to a normal human ruler of a mortal dynasty at its prime, imposing and domineering in his wake.
This was the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night, the strongest Sword Dao prodigy of the demonic path in the last hundred thousand years and the inheritor of the Demonic Sword Paragon!
Nodding at the old man, he disappeared from the chamber and his mansion, appearing above it as he floated in the air, looking down at the vast city of demonic cultivators.
He then turned to look at the tallest mountain outside of the city, located at the center of the great island with a height of tens of thousands of feet.
He took a single step towards the direction of the mountain, but instantly appeared hundreds of miles away. By the time he was in a radius of ten thousand miles of the mountain, he slowed down and landed on the ground, walking on foot from there, his speed still extremely fast.
Soon enough, he arrived right below the mountain and looked up.
At the top of the mountain was located a great palace, atop of which hung a giant sword facing downwards, exuding an immense pressure and vast Sword Intent, making the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night feel insignificant in himself.
This was not the first time this had happened. Every time he came to this place, he encountered such a situation. He had already gotten used to it by now.
Soon, he started to climb the mountain, reducing his Demonic Energy usage to the minimum and relying solely on his Sword Intent to quickly step forward.
In the past, this seemed like an almost impossible task to him, but as his cultivation and comprehension of the Sword Dao increased, this task also became increasingly easy, and he could do it almost effortlessly by now.
After some time, he finally arrived at the top of the mountain and stood before the huge palace with three words embedded at its entrance.
’Blade Saint Palace’.
He slightly bowed and cupped his fists together before calling out in a respectful, polite tone which seemed almost unnatural coming out of a man with such an emperor like demeanor.
"Master, your disciple is here."
As soon as he said these words, the gates of the Blade Saint Palace burst open, and what greeted the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night was the figure of a man clad in a black robe, with a young and handsome face that made him look like he was in his twenties sitting in the middle of the main hall, holding a sword as he stared at it deeply with his lavender eyes.
This was the Master of the Sword Lord of the Darkest Night, the most powerful Sword Cultivator of the demonic path, a Human Immortal, and a former member of the righteous path.
The Blade Saint.