Chapter 2613: Traveling with the Grand Supreme Master

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After sending off Ji Fanxin, Zhang Ruochen and Lord of Nephilim Island embarked on the road to the place where Saint Monk Xumi passed away.

Meanwhile, the dragon lord and Empress of Thousand Bones returned to Kunlun first.

Lord of Nephilim Island did not use any higher knowledge. Instead, he trudged in the void space like an ordinary old man. At the same time, he asked Zhang Ruochen about his holy will and thoughts.

Zhang Ruochen knew that Lord of Nephilim Island was such a powerful being, so much so that even gods wanted his guidance, so he cherished this rare opportunity.

That was why Zhang Ruochen asked a lot of questions about cultivation. Lord of Nephilim Island patiently answered them all, and each answer was ingenious and made Zhang Ruochen feel enlightened.

“Grand Master, has there really never been a cultivator who could cultivate Grade One Saintwill?” Zhang Ruochen asked in disbelief.

Lord of Nephilim Island said, “Maybe, but not according to my understanding.”. “In history, there were some legendary figures who cultivated Grade One Saintwill at Supreme Sainthood. However, after careful investigation, the result was only the finest Grade Two Saintwill. It was only because of the ancient treasure that it was misunderstood.’

Even Lord of Nephilim Island had said so. It was clear that Grade One Saintwill was illusory and probably no one had ever attained it.

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly. “Maybe Grade One Saintwill is just my wishful thinking.”

Lord of Nephilim Island shook his head and said seriously, “Ruochen, how can you belittle yourself like this? Did you know that even those deva-level figures in their Hundred-Shackle Realm Supreme Sainthood from 300,000 years ago weren’t as good as you are?”

“The fact that you can cultivate Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill is unprecedented. With this alone, you will have the chance to conquer the devas in the future.

What Lord of Nephilim Island said was like a wake-up call. Zhang Ruochen was shocked, and his eyes regained their luster.

‘What has been going on recently? Why was I always so negative and low-spirited? After cultivating Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill, I should have been full of vigor and spirit. Why did I have so little confidence in myself?’

Lord of Nephilim Island seemed to have noticed something, and he asked, “You got the sword spirit of the Ancestral Swordmaster in the Fane of Origin. This is indeed a great good thing. It will help you form Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill. It will be of significant benefit to you in the future, even after you achieve divinity. But a person who can leave behind his courage has already lost his sharpness. The Ancestral Swordmaster’s sword spirit should represent the spirit of Swordsmanship. But can a sword spirit that has lost its sharpness still represent the spirit of Swordsmanship? What’s the difference between a sword without its sharpness and a scabbard? Since ancient times, the Ancestral Swordmaster has been considered a powerful being. But the Ancestral Swordmaster who arrived in Kunlun might not be. At that time, he had lost his desire to fight and only had the desire to preach. Ruochen, do you know the difference between the desire to fight and the desire to preach?”

Zhang Ruochen thought carefully and said, “If a sword doesn’t fight, it shouldn’t be unsheathed. The path handed down by the Ancestral Swordmaster is the Path in the sheath. If one wants to cultivate complete Swordsmanship, one will have to comprehend Swordsmanship after unsheathing it.”

Lord of Nephilim Island laughed and nodded with satisfaction. “The Ancestral Swordmaster teaches the Path, but if you want to achieve the Path, you have to rely on the later generations of cultivators. It’s a great thing that you have his sword spirit. But you were also affected by his emotions when he left the sword spirit. ”

Zhang Ruochen supported the coughing Lord of Nephilim Island and asked, “How do I get rid of the influence?”

“You were affected because your seven spirits were too weak, and you didn’t cultivate your own sword spirit.”

Zhang Ruochen’s eyes lit up. “I got it. I really should have cultivated my sword spirit. The Ancestral Swordmaster is only responsible for imparting the Path, and I have to depend on myself to attain it. I have got to have the fighting spirit and have my sword unsheathed.”

“Fight the heavens, fight the earth, fight the Gods, Buddhas, demons. Fight for life, fight for the Path, fight the devas…” the smiling and high-spirited Lord of Nephilim Island suddenly stopped.

Zhang Ruochen asked, “Fight the devas?”

Lord of Nephilim Island shook his head with a smile. “The devas mean the Twenty-four Devas. That’s what Lord Wentian said back then.”

“There really are Twenty-four Devas?” asked Zhang Ruochen.

Lord of Nephilim Island nodded and sighed. “300,000 years ago, the Twenty-four Devas fulfilled history, and became the past. There’s only Hao Tian left in the world, no more Devas. The four Devas of the Infernal Court have been erased from history by the Fane of Destiny. Lord Wentian was unable to fulfill his dream of fighting against the Devas.”

It was a war, not a battle.

In the era 300,000 years ago, being ranked as the Devas was the greatest dream of all cultivators. It was the highest glory and the goal all gods pursued.

The 24 positions were eternal and unchanging.

If one wanted to be one of them, one had to defeat one of them.

The word “fight” said it all.

“300,000 years have passed,” Lord of Nephilim Island said, “and the influence of the Devas has completely gone. The Celestial Palace and the Fane of Destiny have replaced the influence and power of the Twenty-four Devas. History is always changing.”

Zhang Ruochen said, “In that case, I will fight the Devas, the Earth, the Gods, Buddhas, demons, and devils. I’ll fight for my life, my Path, and fight the fate of the Celestial Palace.’

Lord of Nephilim Island laughed and patted his shoulder. “Don’t say such things casually.”

Suddenly, his face turned serious again as he said, “Of course, if you can really achieve your Swordsmanship with such a heart, your sword spirit can replace that of the Ancestral Swordmaster and become the spirit of Swordsmanship. But fighting the Celestial Palace means that you have to defeat the Celestial Palace and the Fane of Destiny. This is not a small vision.”

“How is it compared to being broadminded and wise?” asked Zhang Ruochen.

Lord of Nephilim Island was slightly stunned, then he smiled again and said, “Your spirit is much higher than your father’s. Only someone like you can try to attain Grade One Saintwill. He’s far from it. But you have to hold on to your heart. Don’t ever be like the Ancestral Swordmaster, leaving your courage behind and find a way to retreat. Once the vision is complete, you can’t retreat.”

Zhang Ruochen was shocked. He thought of the idea of retreating with the beauty that flashed in his mind in the Altar of Megalithic. “What if I retreat?”

“If your vision isn’t fulfilled and you retreat, you will either lose your way or fall into a bottomless abyss. You will never be the strongest person in the world again if you lose your way and return to the ordinary. The consequences will be worse if you fall into a bottomless hole. You will probably die of the Beguiler Demon,” Lord of Nephilim Island said seriously.

Zhang Ruochen was scared, drenched in a cold sweat. Thinking back, if Chi Yao had not turned up, he might have really lost his way. But after thinking about it, he recovered from it.

At that time, what happened had just evoked his memory of the past, his emotions released in an instant. Even if Chi Yao had not appeared, he would not have fallen into it. He had just scared himself.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen and Lord of Nephilim Island stopped and looked at the starry sky in the distance.

A gray cloud of death Qi surged into the starry sky.

There were countless soldiers of the Ghost, carrying the flags of hell, riding on ghost mounts of the dead souls and ghost chariots. Millions of them were there.

Many souls were in the cloud.

These living souls were all beings of Kunlun that had just been killed, their bodies almost transparent, and they were driven away by the flags of hell and let out heart-wrenching cries.

Lord of Nephilim Island looked on attentively. “The soldiers of the Infernal Court are retreating.”

“Where are we going?”

“To the Infernal Court, of course.

“Can we reincarnate if we go to the Infernal Court?”

“Heh Heh, reincarnate? No, I’m making food for the Ghost Master.”

“I’m not going to the Infernal Court, I’m not going… I’m going back… Aaaaah…”

Zhang Ruochen saw the human-shaped young soul being swallowed by a Ghost cultivator. His killing intent rose and his Sword Qi overflowed.

Lord of Nephilim Island held him down.

“Don’t you have mercy on them? These souls were still alive recently. Aren’t you angry, Grand Master?” asked Zhang Ruochen.

Lord of Nephilim Island said, “I want to kill all the evil ghosts, but how can I kill all them in the hearts of people? Should I kill the ghosts or the people who have ghosts in their hearts? That was what Xumi said back then.”

“His attainment in Buddhism is too high, but I don’t practice Buddhism. I practice swords,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Lord of Nephilim Island said, “I also want to kill all the ghosts, but now I have to wait and be patient. Kunlun can no longer afford to be the target of public criticism. 100 ,ooo years ago, there was a huge black curtain. The Heavenly Realm and the Infernal Court may not be our only enemies.”

Zhang Ruochen was shocked. He thought he knew enough about the black curtain, but from what the Grand Master had said, it was deeper than he had imagined. Even a figure like the Grand Master could only choose to restrain himself temporarily.

“It is only a guess. Don’t think too much. Besides, you’re just a mere Hundred-Shackle Realm. Why think so much? This is what I should be thinking about. You just need to work hard on your cultivation now.”

The Ghost army disappeared into the distance.

Staring in the direction of the void space, Lord of Nephilim Island asked, “How long have we been walking?”

“A day and a half,” replied Zhang Ruochen.

“How far have we walked?”

Zhang Ruochen turned around and looked at the Chaotic Myriad-Realm Ridge. “About 120 miles.’

“Too slow.”

“Too slow indeed.”

Lord of Nephilim Island stroked his beard. “How fast can you go now?”

“I can reach 10 ,ooo times the speed of sound with the Meritorious Armor of Flowing Light.’

“Still too slow.”

“Too slow indeed.”

Zhang Ruochen was telling the truth. If he was fighting with the enemy or in the macroworld, it was not so slow. But if he was traveling in the starry sky or running for his life, it was not fast enough.

Of course, he could choose to set up a dimensional teleportation array.

But when he really wanted to run for his life, he would not have time to set up an array. Besides, setting up an array would reveal the dimensional coordinates that he was going to.

“Speed is very important. If you’re not fast enough, you will be easily killed or captured if you encounter a powerful enemy or if you’re surrounded. Being captured is a very painful thing, and… you’ll lose face,” said Lord of Nephilim Island.

“Yes! So, what secret technique are you going to teach me?” asked Zhang

Ruochen expectantly..