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Chapter 618 - 534: Reincarnation of Sword Immortal Surprises Changbao_2

Chapter 618: Chapter 534: Reincarnation of Sword Immortal Surprises Changbao_2

With a smile, Wang Zijia’s magical power fluctuated as he descended underground.

After delving dozens of feet, Wang Zijia felt obstructed by an array, unable to continue his descent.

The array was impressively high grade, peaking at the sixth grade, stealthily penetrating it was way too difficult!

"Knock on the door?"

"Or should I call someone to open it?"

Wang Zijia pondered for a moment, eventually finding neither option appealing.

Suddenly, an idea caused Wang Zijia’s eyes to sparkle.

"Doing this seems a bit ostentatious? Well, then let’s just go full-on high profile!"

Wang Zijia made his decision and quietly withdrew.

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Today’s Sword Burial Valley was just like any other day. Bathed in the morning light, this ancient town of thousands of years history, where celestials and mortals coexisted, gradually woke.

As the morning sun rose, it became increasingly busy.

People, illuminated by the faint red morning sun, began their new day.

"Look, what’s going on with the sky!"

"Is that a sunset glow?"

"Are you sleep-drunk, or just kicking around in your dreams?"

"It does look like a sunset glow, a sky filled with colored clouds, I must not have woken up entirely!"

"Idiot, didn’t you feel the sword Qi surging into the sky? Clearly, an immortal has descended!"

"Such a grand entrance? Could it be an arriving God Monarch?"

"······"

Amidst the people’s talk, a figure suddenly soared toward the sky from the city lord’s mansion, mana was overflowing around him, icy coldness spread throughout the sky, seemingly about to freeze half of it.

After Patriarch Li Wangzu had stimulated his momentum to its limit, he coldly whispered, "I don’t know which fellow Daoist has visited Changbao’s Sword Burial Valley, We regret we couldn’t greet you in advance, please forgive our negligence!"

The sounds of frost-like coldness made people feel a sudden chill in their hearts, spontaneously looking up at the sky.

The fiery clouds in the sky did not fade because of this, but rather spread further, though not violently, which left Li Wangzu slightly puzzled.

He didn’t have to do anything.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng! Zheng······"

In the next moment, the sonorous sounds of swords rang throughout Sword Burial Valley, and five swords with soaring intents rocketed up into the sky.

Li Wangzu instantaneously turned his head, looking eastward.

In the seemingly endless wilderness and forests, where the morning sun was rising, an astonishing Sword Immortal seemed to be walking casually in the air towards them.

The other party’s pace was not fast, on the contrary, one could say that he was strolling leisurely.

However, what made Li Wangzu not dare to act recklessly, was that not only was the other party’s sword intent astonishing, but also with each step taken, the other party moved a hundred feet in an instant. This was not an illusion of speed but a pure spatial blink.

This meant, this equaled the divine powers mentioned in legends.

"Thud!"

"Thud! Thud!"

With each step, his barefoot paced in mid-air, causing ripples to spread out, accompanied by rhythmic light sounds.

It seemed like footsteps, as if special rhythm music, or as if lightly knocking on the door, notifying the people here that there was an immortal-caliber guest coming from afar.

The grand spectacle had already alarmed numerous monks, many had floated up, watching from a distance as that figure, with hands behind his back, walked leisurely in mid-air.

The face of the figure was vague, unable to see clearly as if he didn’t want people to see his true face. His silver hair was dazzling and eye-catching, seeming quite old.

"Once I dreamt of traversing the world with my sword"

"To glimpse of the world’s prosperity"

"The heart of the young is always a bit wild"

"Now, the four corners of the earth are your home"

"······"

When the figure was almost above the city, the melody of a strange ballad sounded vaguely in the sky.

It was as though it was cheering for the old man’s arrival.

The fiery clouds in the sky seemed to be responding to him, with the five dark red long swords swirling around, the soaring sword intent, the exaggerated fluctuations of Qi, but one could not detect his precise cultivation level.

This astonishing spectacle rendered everyone present speechless.

"So, a God Monarch has indeed arrived?"

"Such a grand entrance, a Great Cultivator of the Primordial Spirit Stage?"

"With this vibe, could they be here to cause trouble?"

"Did you folks hear the sound of the ballad too?"

"Yes, it’s pretty peculiar, don’t you think? Somehow it feels really familiar!"

"Isn’t it familiar? That’s the melody of Li Shenghong’s Feathering... Wait, what?"

"Silver hair? Five swords? A ballad? Could it be?"

"Holy shit!"

"Isn’t Li Shenghong’s Reincarnation just based on a legend and an elaborated tale? That wouldn’t be... a fabrication, right?"

"..."

Everyone was astonished by the imposing aura.

Some wondered who he was and why he was in that place.

Moreover, there were even those preparing to flee...

In the sky, Li Wangzu noticed Wang Zijia had arrived above the Sword Burial Valley with the Dark Red Longsword subtly reining in its power. He felt relieved - was this friend rather than foe?

He wanted to step forward to inquire.

"Zing!"

In the next moment, under everyone’s scrutiny, a green streaming light shot out from the direction of the City Lord’s Mansion and dashed lightning-fast to the silver-haired old man.

As the green light halted, people got a clear view of the figure in it.

It was a palm-sized jade-green turtle with a white, jade-looking foot, a green shell, a round head, and round feet. Its body was also round, making it appear quite cute.

Seeing this figure, everyone instinctively took a moment to process.

The Patriarch Gui Ling, as the guardian god of Changbao, was well known, be it in his massive Dragon Turtle form or his current cute appearance.

It’s just that it had been a long time since they had seen him in this form.

What made the crowd even more dazed was when the little jade-green turtle, with tears in its eyes, looked apprehensively at the vague figure of the silver-haired old man and asked expectantly: "Father, is that you?"

The old man with the vague face seemed to smile, answering, "Ling’er, it’s been more than 7,500 years. Are you well?"

His voice was not old, quite the opposite. It was young and magnetic, yet it bore an undertone of vicissitudes.

Simply a sentence of dialogue, yet it left people stunned like they’d been struck by lightning!

"Zing!"

With Wang Zijia’s words, Gui Ling seemed to confirm something. It directly rushed into Wang Zijia’s embrace, sobbing:

"Stinking Dad, you left Ling’er alone for so many years, and I had to watch over so many people..."

The cultivators: "....."

For a moment, all the cultivators in the sky were stunned on the spot.

The silver-haired old man looked helpless as he spoke to the little turtle sobbing in his arms: "You’re thousands of years old, don’t embarrass yourself."

The dumbfounded crowd, upon hearing his comment, collectively lowered their heads in silence, pretending they hadn’t seen anything.

"I don’t care, Ling’er’s life has been hard. While Shengshi and the others just fell asleep, I was left alone and had to keep watching over them for more than seven-thousand years. Such a long, long time!" The small turtle cooed in his arms, just like before.

Wang Zijia was speechless.

Li Wangzu, after being in a daze for a moment, approached carefully and asked with slight confusion, "Patriarch, what’s this about?"

Before Gui Ling’er could answer, Wang Zijia waved his hand and enveloped Li Wangzu in a Stealth array, revealing his face.

Looking at Wang Zijia’s appearance, Li Wangzu was stunned. He looked at Gui Ling’er, and then he tremblingly said: "Patriarch Sheng Hong?"

It seemed that even after eight thousand years, the Li family of Changbao still retained a portrait or likeness of him.

"Yes." Wang Zijia nodded lightly, "I haven’t changed much after reincarnation, and I don’t want to reveal my reincarnated body for now, so I chose not to show my face."

"People just need to know that I have returned!"

Li Shenghong’s appearance and his real self were initially identical. However, after his meticulous adjustments over the past half a year, there were slight differences, but only just a tinge that made them look like twin brothers. Anyone discerning would spot the connection at a glance.

"Your grandson understands!" Li Wangzu promptly bowed in respect!

"Let’s go. Guide me to see how the Hidden Faction has been under Ling’er’s care." Wang Zijia took the little turtle out of his arms and said.

"Mm!" Gui Ling’er nodded, took Wang Zijia, and merged into the ground below. They vanished into the City Lord’s Mansion.

"Everyone, my ancestor of the Li family has returned today. Pardon any disturbance caused!" With that, Li Wangzu bowed to everyone.

Everyone, already conjecturing, showed a shocked look upon receiving the confirmed answer.

A sword immortal revered eight thousand years ago, regardless of how he managed to live until now, was indeed a super antique, right?

The only others who could be considered people of that era were the big shots like the Patriarch of the Zongren Mansion in Daqian Divine Capital, and the Tower Master of the Wanyu Town Demon Tower!

Almost the very next moment after receiving confirmation, the entire Sword Burial Valley instantly exploded in excitement.

This day in Sword Burial Valley was destined to be no ordinary day.

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