ushernet Chapter 1900 - 452: Defying the Heavenly Dao, Xing Clan Pursuit
Chapter 1900 - 452: Defying the Heavenly Dao, Xing Clan Pursuit
"You still cannot adequately control the power within you. If it goes out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable." As the elder spoke, Elder Xing walked in, followed by Elder Yun and Elder Feng.
Yan Song squinted at the newcomers: "Is it you?"
He was naturally not unfamiliar with Elder Feng and Elder Yun.
"Young man, I didn’t expect you to come out of the Place of Trials alive and even break the seal of the Fire Cloud Dragon. Now the Fire Cloud Dragon has acknowledged you as its master and united its spirit with your physical body. The power of the Fire Cloud Dragon is entirely hidden within your mortal flesh. If you cannot control it well, this force will not only devour you but also bring unimaginable disaster to the world." Elder Feng said as he stepped forward.
"So what?" Yan Song retorted.
"Take this Internal Breath Mystical Method and cultivate it. With your exceptional wisdom, it’s only a matter of time before you comprehend its secrets. Remember the most important thing: you must control your emotions. Otherwise... the Fire Cloud Dragon will seize the opportunity to wreak havoc when it senses changes in your emotions..."
An ancient-looking manual landed in Yan Song’s hands.
Yan Song looked at Elder Xing who was speaking: "Where is your Family Head?"
"The Family Head left Kunlun Mountain from the moment you entered the Place of Trials and has not been heard from since."
Yan Song’s expression hardened as he strode outward.
"You cannot leave now." Elder Yun swiftly blocked his path: "Until you have comprehended this Internal Breath Mystical Method, you cannot leave here."
"Move aside." Yan Song spoke coldly, his aura bursting forth, and Elder Yun was instantly flung away by a force, landing on the ground in a rather embarrassing manner.
Elder Feng blocked his path: "I understand your eagerness to leave here, but your aura is unstable. If it goes out of control, how many innocent people will suffer? I believe you do not wish to see such a thing happen!"
Yan Song furrowed his brows slightly, "I must leave here."
"I understand, but before that, you have to learn to control the power within you. There is one more place I hope you will visit with me."
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Inside the ancestral hall, memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Bai Family were enshrined. Rows and rows had been replaced over thousands of years, with Bai Qi, the War God, prominently in the center of the Bai Family lineage.
In the center beneath the tablets lay a short sword.
As soon as one stepped into the ancestral hall, a gust of chilling wind rushed forward.
Yan Song walked into the hall, looking expressionless at the central memorial tablet.
"Ou Yezi, the famous swordsmith of Jiangnan Wuyue, forged five unparalleled swords named Chun Jun, Zhan Lu, Hao Cao, Yu Chang, and Juque. This sword is Juque. In the twenty-seventh year of Prince Qin Zhao, Bai Qi led an army to attack Chu and conquered its capital, Yingcheng, where he discovered this precious sword in the Chu royal palace. Later, it was presented to Prince Qin Zhao, who cherished it greatly and fondled it every day. Eventually, Prince Qin Zhao bestowed the sword to Bai Qi. The intention was clear. In his grief and indignation, Bai Qi stabbed this sword into his own chest..."
"When the sovereign demands a subject’s death, the subject has no choice but to die. Thus, a generation’s War God fell. This grievance was too deep, this hatred too profound. The sword, stained with the blood of the War God, could never be lifted by anyone again."
As Elder Feng narrated smoothly, Yan Song walked over, putting his hand on the hilt. In that instant, his gaze brightened, something traversed the long river of time, settling deep in his eyes.
The wind suddenly howled, the wooden door rattling loudly.
The ancient sword, dormant for thousands of years, thus departed from its stand.
The three Elders widened their eyes in disbelief.
Even Helian Zisheng, who was leaning against the door frame with an amused expression, subconsciously stood upright.
Generations of Bai Family descendants could only move the sword slightly; to completely lift it was utterly impossible. Yet, he so effortlessly took the sword as if he were picking up something entirely ordinary, with an air of ease.
Indeed, his very bones bore the blood of Bai Family descendants.
Not only that, but in the unseen realms, he was also Bai Qi’s destined heir.
Yan Song opened the sword slightly, cold light piercing forth, the chilling force from the sword’s body infiltrating his being through his palm, clashing inch by inch with the heat within him.
The blade bore bloodstains deeply embedded and fused into the sword, growing darker with the wear of time.
Suddenly, the sword emitted a burst of white light, which penetrated Yan Song’s forehead, disappearing instantly.
Yan Song only felt a warmth surge inside him, with no other abnormalities.