Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 5123 - 5123: Leaving

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The power that made the heavens and the earth tremble had swept over.

A murky Qi coalesced into an immensely thick, yellow shield. This shield, a million battles thick, harnessed all the impure energy. If it could withstand it, it would be turned into a spirit, and hailed as Saint, becoming the Heavenly Dao of an entire star. If it couldn’t, it would dissipate entirely.

The colossal axe shadow surged into the sky, showing no fear of any existence.

Before it, the yellow divine shield seemed as thin as paper.

When the two collided, there was no upheaval. The axe shadow unilaterally crushed through, directly shattering the yellow shield formed from murky Qi.

Sizzle!

Even the final layer of hazy aura, though not yet transformed into spirit, began to tremble when faced with the axe shadows at this moment.

The divine shield, formed with all its might, could not withstand it. After all, it had not reached the level of spirit transformation.

A sound of unwillingness and commotion emanated from within the murky Qi. Jian Wushuang’s eyes widened in surprise. Both the axe technique and the murky Qi resonated with him.

In this battle, the giant emerged victorious.

Both of them shared a similar fate. One was able to create his own axe technique through profound comprehension of secret methods, breaking free from his limitations. Jian Wushuang couldn’t help but admire him.

The axe shadows completely pierced through the hazy aura, cut through the void beyond, dissipating only when they were billions of miles away.

This strike!

It shocked the heavens and moved ghosts and gods.

Jian Wushuang stored everything he had witnessed in his mind, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the mountaintop.

Fate was indeed peculiar. He indirectly aided the giant, and in turn, the giant reciprocated.

The moment Jian Wushuang sat down, the sky underwent a complete transformation.

From that moment on, there was no more hazy aura above the stars; instead, there was a bright and starry sky.

The giant looked at all of this, his eyes moist. He did not even know why tears welled up in his eyes; perhaps it was instinctual.

All the patterns on his body shattered, but he did not care. In the days that followed, he settled on a mountain adjacent to Jian Wushuang’s.

He created his own script to record his experiences. He also learned to build houses and erected a simple wooden hut on the mountainside, watching the sunset every day.

Unbeknownst to him, he felt his body gradually fading, and his form became much smaller.

As his form gradually dissipated, other life forms appeared on the stars.

There were birds and beasts in the forest, and gigantic creatures in the lakes. Although these life forms were not as powerful as he was, they were by no means weak. They began to band together and wage wars.

And the giant watched all of this until his body completely dissipated into the earth.

The giant dissipated into the heavens and the earth, but his abilities were bestowed upon the mighty beasts.

Not only the giants, but in the millennia that followed, this planet gave birth to tens of thousands of races. They inherited the abilities of the giants and began to comprehend the heavenly path of the giant’s incarnation.

After countless eons, this planet came under the rule of human cultivators. A human cultivator, who astonished the ancient races, dominated the entire planet with a single blazing axe.

The holy land of the human race, the Eastern Saint Divine Mountain.

“Clan Leader, I succeeded.”

In the sacrificial hall of the divine mountain, a burly man with disheveled hair was kneeling in front of the statue with an axe on his back. He was crying tears of joy.

The human race had risen a million years ago. At that time, they were still an ordinary race. Because of the strength of their leader, they had led the human race to the peak of the race. They were known as the five peak races along with the Monster, Divine, Ghost, and Dragon tribes.

The man could never forget the imposing figure of the Clan Leader in his prime. However, after a great battle, the Clan Leader fell, entrusting the human race to him. Without the Clan Leader, the human race fell from its peak status, and their territory shrank significantly. Fortunately, his strength was enough to maintain the various tribes.

Over the years, he felt guilt in his heart for not fulfilling the Clan Leader’s expectations. Instead of leading the human race to prosperity, they began to decline.

Finally, after an earth-shattering battle, he protected the tribe and obtained a priceless treasure that perfectly resonated with him. He comprehended the treasure and created powerful secret techniques, challenging the ancient formidable tribes step by step and leading the human race to its peak, causing all the ancient races to submit.

The strongest figure who made all the ancient races submit now knelt on the ground, crying in pain. If other powerful leaders from different tribes knew about this, they would be utterly shocked.

Although the man’s strength had long surpassed that of the former Clan Leader, he cared deeply. In his heart, the Clan Leader was like a father and a teacher, someone he would respect throughout his life.

At the peak of the Eastern Saint Divine Mountain.

“You have a deep attachment to your people!”

“This child is under tremendous pressure; releasing it is necessary.” At the mountain’s peak, two people sat facing each other, one old and one young.

“Pressure? Are you blaming me for that?” Jian Wushuang chuckled lightly, picked up a tea cup, and took a sip of tea.

The elderly man, quite advanced in age, hurriedly shook his head with a smile. “Master, how could your disciple ever blame you? Without you, our human race would have perished in the Great Peace Mountain long ago.”

The old man recalled the time before the Great Peace Mountain was renamed the Eastern Holy Mountain.

At that time, the human race was at the bottom of the hierarchy, barely surviving. Any ancient wild beast could easily annihilate them.

Jian Wushuang waved his hand dismissively. “Enough, you’re not my disciple. I was puzzled back then; your hair had already turned white, and you bowed to a young man like me. You really have thick skin.”

The old man responded with a playful smile, “Master, your strength is so formidable; you must be an extraordinary person who never ages. Your appearance is just an illusion. Perhaps you’re even older than the Dragon King of the Dragon tribe. Kowtowing a few times won’t be a loss.”

“Haha, you’re not wrong about that,” Jian Wushuang sipped his tea, his eyes revealing a hint of sadness.

After finishing the tea, the old man continued, “Fu Zhu, I want to leave this place.”

Jian Wushuang’s sudden statement startled the old man.

“Why, Master, are you planning to travel the mortal realm again? It just so happens that I’ve been feeling a bit stifled here, so I’ll accompany you.”

Fu Zhu, who had been hiding with Jian Wushuang at this mountain’s peak, knew that his master often ventured down the mountain to visit various tribes. However, it hadn’t been many years since his last journey.

Jian Wushuang looked up, his pale golden eyes fixed on Fu Zhu as he chuckled, “Yes, we’re going on a journey! But this time, it might be a very long one. As for you, you can return to your tribe down the mountain. That young man’s potential has been fully unleashed, and now there’s no rival among the humans.”

“Master!”

The old man had long wanted to descend from the mountain, especially during times of crisis for the human race. However, Jian Wushuang never allowed him to appear back then. In the eyes of the humans, he had already perished, and Jian Wushuang had saved him.

Afterward, when the human race stabilized, he remained on the mountaintop, following Jian Wushuang for a million years.

Now, suddenly being told he could return to his tribe, his eyes turned red with excitement.

“Don’t get too excited. I’ll be leaving tonight, and tonight we’ll have a celebratory feast.”

Jian Wushuang reached into his sleeve and pulled out a short piece of wood, turning it over in his hand..