Chapter 357 'As long as you can put an end to our clan...'
"Really?" In his past life memories, Chi You, the lord of armies in this world, was indeed a swordsman, and his sword is still sealed in Loulan. Tian Xuan responded to the elder's correction without comment.
The great elder said in a deep voice: "Our clan is the Xuanyuan clan!"
Xuanyuan clan!
These three simple words contained endless power. When these words came out, all the Shushan people present, whether they knew about it or not, showed pride and pride on their faces. As outsiders, Tianxuan and his subordinates also showed awe.
In the bleak night, the expressions of Yan Fei and Yue Shen suddenly changed, with endless admiration in their eyes.
Although some people have died, the achievements they made during their lifetime will benefit them for thousands of years, causing people to respect their descendants, and even involuntarily regard their descendants as the incarnation of the ancestor.
Emperor Huangdi is the best example!
"If I remember correctly," the Shushan elder claimed that the Shushan clan was the descendants of Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi. Even though there was no evidence to prove this, Tianxuan's subordinates were moved. Tianxuan, who was the first to bear the brunt of it, did not change his expression at all, as if the elder's words were just a breeze. "After the Battle of Zhuolu, all tribes surrendered to Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi, and many tribes merged with each other. Over thousands of years, the Xuanyuan people have been integrated into the Central Plains. Almost everyone can call themselves the descendants of Xuanyuan, the descendants of Yan and Huang."
The elder said with a bitter look, "That is true. However, our clan was separated from the main force of the Xuanyuan clan before the battle between Emperor Xuanyuan and Chiyou, the Lord of Arms. We were ordered by Emperor Xuanyuan to guard the precious sword in Yuyuan. In a sense, our clan was also a backup plan arranged by Emperor Xuanyuan."
"What do you mean?" Tianxuan asked with interest, crossing his arms across his chest.
The elder looked solemn and asked, "Your Majesty, may I ask what kind of person is Chi You, the Lord of Arms, in your opinion?"
"He is a man of great talent, good at fighting, but with a violent personality!" Faced with the question from the Great Elder, Tianxuan pondered for a few breaths before answering in a heavy tone.
Tianxuan's evaluation of the military leader Chi You was neither a total affirmation nor a total negation, which caused the onlookers to look at him in surprise.
The great elder smiled bitterly and said, "The story of Chiyou passed down by our ancestors is not much different from what you said. Your Majesty, do you think that facing such an opponent, Emperor Xuanyuan will be sure to win?"
"No!" Tian Xuan said firmly, "Respecting the enemy is respecting yourself. If Emperor Xuanyuan despised Chi You, he would not have respected Chi You as the leader of the army after the Battle of Zhuolu."
"So, before the war, Emperor Xuanyuan ordered one of his sons to take some of the tribesmen away and seal a magic weapon that could rival Chiyou's sword, the precious sword in Yuyuan, here." The elder continued, "If Emperor Xuanyuan was defeated, the precious sword sealed in Yuyuan would be the hope for a comeback. He also made our ancestors swear that unless the owner of this sword appears, our clan will guard this seal from generation to generation."
"Then, why didn't your ancestors return after the Battle of Zhuolu?" The Moon Goddess couldn't help but interrupt when she heard this.
The elder looked at the bottomless Yu Yuan and said with mixed feelings: "After the Battle of Zhuolu, due to the long distance, the news of Emperor Xuanyuan's victory was not heard by our ancestors until several years later. At the same time, the news that Emperor Xuanyuan appointed his grandson Zhuanxu as his successor was also heard by our ancestors."
"At that time, our ancestors had already taken root here. If we returned to the Xuanyuan clan, disputes would inevitably arise between uncle and nephew, and there was also the oath. Therefore, our clan stayed here, guarding this knife from generation to generation, waiting for its owner to arrive!"
Speaking of this, the Great Elder's eyes were filled with endless excitement and he stared at Tianxuan.
"Mr. Wushuang, ever since you became famous for your sword, the precious sword in Yuyuan has become increasingly restless, becoming more active day by day. After you entered Shu, the precious sword even shook the seal set by Emperor Xuanyuan himself. If nothing unexpected happens, you are the destined master that this precious sword has been waiting for thousands of years."
"As long as you can take out the sword and end our clan's mission for thousands of years, our Shushan clan will surrender to you and obey the imperial edict!" Boom!
Before Tianxuan arrived, the Great Elder had summoned all the Yu Yuan guards in the Shushan clan. In the dark night, in front of everyone, the Great Elder revealed the secret that was originally known only to the top leaders, and announced the origin of the Shushan clan. When these words that determined the fate of the Shushan clan came out, the Yu Yuan guards present, whether they knew it beforehand or not, were all shocked by the clan's most secretive secret.
Everyone was horrified, as if a silent thunder exploded above their heads, and everything was silent. No matter friend or foe, everyone turned their eyes to Tianxuan!
"What a heavy stake!" Tianxuan was astonished when he heard the promise of the great elder.
Clang!
As he said this, the single sword in Tianxuan's hand made a low hum, and he was ready to strike out with thunder at any time and break the seal of Yu Yuan.
"So, what is the name of this knife?"
"Hongming, Hongming Sword!"
[Legend has it that in ancient times, when Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi's Xuanyuan Sword was out of the furnace, there was still some raw material left. Because the high temperature had not yet dissipated, the casting material, which was still liquid, spontaneously flowed to the bottom of the furnace and formed into a sword shape after cooling. Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi thought that the spontaneous sword intent was too strong and could backfire on the person holding the sword. Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi was afraid that the sword would be lost in the world, so he wanted to destroy it with the Xuanyuan Sword. Unexpectedly, the sword turned into a cloud magpie in his hand and disappeared into the sky.]
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Xianyang, the seat of the Yin-Yang School.
Well!
In the mysterious Luosheng Hall, which seemed like a projection of the universe and the starry sky in the human world, there were only two people: the supreme leader of the Yin-Yang School, who was honored as Donghuang Taiyi, and the former Queen of Jingjue, Wuchan Nagahai, who was canonized as a mountain ghost by him. The two of them were in the mysterious Luosheng Hall, silent, as if they had merged with the complicated and endless stars.
The mountain ghost's eyes, without even a trace of white, were fixed on Donghuang Taiyi. In addition to admiration and worship, there was also a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
Suddenly, a low groan came from under Donghuang Taiyi's wide robe, mixed with a hint of pain. Against the backdrop of the silence of Luoshen Hall, it seemed particularly loud.
"Your Excellency Donghuang, what's wrong?" Hearing Donghuang Taiyi's unprovoked low moan of pain, the mountain ghost's charming face changed slightly and she asked in confusion.
"It's nothing, just an 'old friend' who came to visit me!" Although Donghuang Taiyi groaned in pain from under the hollow mask, his tone did not change at all. Because of the black robe covering his body, even if the mountain ghost knew that the 'old friend' he mentioned was seriously ill and injured, he could not judge Donghuang Taiyi's condition.
The magnetic middle-aged voice echoed in Luosheng Hall, highlighting the mystery and power of Donghuang Taiyi!
"is it?"
When the mountain ghost heard Donghuang Taiyi's words, he responded without comment.
(End of this chapter)