Legend of Swordsman

They had been here at least twice.

Once when they received their inheritance.

Once when a superpower from the Qishen Temple fell.

Upon arriving at this place, everyone felt a deep sense of reverence.

Even Jian Wushuang was the same.

Because behind the Qishen’s Dao Arena, there was a mountain.

Or rather, it was a tombstone.

On top of it were numerous portraits.

Among them were familiar faces.

There were Wan Xing, Ji Chaoyang, and other contemporaries who inherited power. There were also those resurrected emperors.

One of them, Yang Sanmu, who had helped Jian Wushuang, was among the first to fall.

There were Qiu Huang and those fifth-tier Emperors from the original universe.

Such as Zhu Tian!

There were too many.

Each portrait captured their moments of glory on the battlefield.

Zhen Ling brought them to this place, and many had tears in their eyes.

“Take a look!” Zhen Ling pointed at the countless portraits, trembling as he spoke, “They did not die in vain, they did not die in vain!”

At that moment, Jian Wushuang understood Zhen Ling’s meaning and murmured, “They won’t.”

“They won’t die in vain…”

Zhen Ling took a deep breath, turned to the crowd, and said, “Today, the inheritance returns. I did not want to mention war again, but seeing you all, I must say that the Qishen Temple is in grave danger. The position of the Divine Lord must be established because they are the only hope for Qishen Temple. If we fail, the first to fall will be the Divine Lord, then you, and I will take you into eternal slumber. Even if we fail, we will not let Mie Sheng step into Qishen Temple!”

“Lord Zhen Ling, you overthink…” Wu Zuo wanted to reveal Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing’s true strength but was abruptly interrupted by Zhen Ling.

He turned and glared at Wu Zuo, shouting, “Shut up!”

This angry shout reminded Wu Zuo of those miserable years, and he didn’t dare to say more. “The position of Divine Lord, I will personally establish today. If any of you have complaints, come to me!” Zhen Ling’s words were firm.

At this moment, a decision needed to be made without considering too much.

But Jian Wushuang was not one to take advantage of such a situation.

“Lord Zhen Ling, I cannot accept this honor without merit. I don’t need the position of Divine Lord to prove anything. Let me first defeat Mie Sheng’s Origin Source, then it will not be too late to establish it.”

“Agreed, I share the same sentiment as Brother Wushuang!” Hu Qing’s clear gaze showed his support as he stood beside Jian Wushuang.

Wu Zuo also came to his senses and said, “I agree as well!”

The rest followed suit.

This scene earned respect from many second-generation inheritors.

Zhen Ling’s eyes glowed with excitement as he said, “You have indeed grown, but the position of Divine Lord…”

“If Lord Zhen Ling insists, why not give it a name first and discuss the establishment later?” Jian Wushuang didn’t expect Zhen Ling to be so resolute and offered a compromise.

After all, he didn’t care much for Qishen Temple’s cosmic sea. He hadn’t coveted the vast cosmic sea of Wanliu Shenmu, how could he be interested in Qishen Temple’s small cosmic sea?

Even if he swallowed the entire cosmic sea of Qishen Temple, it wouldn’t enhance him much. Besides, if he shamelessly took it, it would be unfair to those fallen inheritors.

The establishment could be delayed.

He understood Zhen Ling’s intent-to fear their lack of effort or their retreat after seeing the power of the Temple of World Annihilation.

Thus, he wanted to bind them to Qishen Temple.

Because of Zhen Wuyang’s example, Zhen Ling knew the oaths of the past no longer held

much weight.

He was worried about people not giving their best.

It was a painstaking effort.

Jian Wushuang saw through Zhen Ling’s helpless move and didn’t say much, only giving Zhen

Ling another promise.

He would fulfill what he promised.

Now, seeing Zhen Ling, he found the other quite admirable.

Like an old man pulling a group of children.

Now that the children had grown up, the old man feared they would abandon him, showing all his weaknesses and making this move.

Pitiful!

Zhen Ling, with his small eyes darting around, reluctantly said, “Since you insist, let’s first establish the position of Divine Lord. Later, I will open up the Origin Source for you from the

cosmic sea!”

“Everything will be decided based on merit!”

“Yes, based on merit!”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

With this, even the second-generation successors had no objections. They had accumulated a large number of merit points but were hesitant to exchange them due to the limited treasures in Qishen Temple. Even for essential items, they were cautious.

They were all considering the well-being of Qishen Temple.

“Then it will be decided by merit!” Zhen Ling made the final decision and continued, “But you are already the most brilliant successors of Qishen Temple. You cannot act without a proper title. The position of the Divine Lord will be temporarily held by you. If someone surpasses you in merit after eliminating Mie Sheng, don’t blame me!”

“Haha!” Wu Zuo couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t worry, we won’t be surpassed!”

Everyone then relaxed.

Simultaneously, ten vortexes appeared in the sky.

One by one, stone pillars emerged.

Zhen Ling pointed a finger and loudly proclaimed, “The First Divine Lord!”

This was the position of the First Divine Lord of Qishen Temple.

Everyone watched closely.

Many had already guessed who it would be.

“Jian Wushuang!”

Hearing his name, Jian Wushuang did not hesitate. He immediately soared into the air and

stood atop the stone pillar.

The position was given to him not because of his merits or combat strength, but because he nearly fulfilled his promise to bring everyone back.

Fan Tianfeng had returned and perished, but that was not discussed.

As for Zhen Wuyang, it could only be said that fate was unpredictable.

There was nothing that could be done.

The rest were brought back safely, and their strengths were astonishing.

This was considered a merit.

In terms of brilliance within Qishen Temple, Jian Wushuang was not the most outstanding.

When he first entered Qishen Temple, Hu Qing was the most brilliant among that batch of

Inheritors.

Later, Jian Wushuang began to shine, but Shang was still above him.

He was never the first.

This time, because he fulfilled his promise to Zhen Ling, the position of First Divine Lord was

given to him.

“The Second Divine Lord!” Zhen Ling’s gaze naturally fell on Hu Qing.

The position of Second Divine Lord should go to Hu Qing.

Among the first batch of successors of Qishen Temple, he was the most brilliant and created

many legends.

Whoosh!

Hu Qing’s figure flickered, and he lightly landed on the pillar.

There was almost no opposition to this distribution.

But when it came to the Third Divine Lord, many showed expressions of dissatisfaction.

“Wu Zuo!”

The sole surviving named disciple of Qishen.

The position was given to Wu Zuo.

Even Wu Zuo himself was shocked.

If it were based on true strength, he was indeed the third.

But besides Jian Wushuang and a few others, no one knew his real combat power.

Yet, Zhen Ling gave the position to him.