The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 628 - 626: Little Old Man? Ancestral Master?

Chapter 628: Chapter 626: Little Old Man? Ancestral Master?

When Lin Bai was about a hundred meters from the entrance of Thousands of Thunders Cave, he suddenly felt a reaction from his Devouring Sword Spirit, the kind of feeling he got when he could use "Breaking Prohibition".

"Magic Circle?"

"No! It’s an illusion!"

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Lin Bai’s eyes. There was an extremely powerful illusion laid out by a master around hundreds of meters of this Thousands of Thunders Cave.

An illusion of this caliber could completely deceive those with discerning eyes.

Lin Bai hastily waved at Su Jiannan: "Don’t save me!"

Su Jiannan had intended to rescue Lin Bai when he saw the torrent of thunderbolts emerging from Thousands of Thunders Cave, ready to engulf him.

But in that instant, he heard Lin Bai’s voice. He hesitated, refraining from acting.

At that moment, the thunderbolts swallowed up Lin Bai’s fragile body completely, vanishing without a trace!

It was as if Lin Bai’s body had been shattered into pieces by the thunderbolts!

"Sect Leader! Junior Brother Lin Bai, he..." Duan Qinghong shouted in shock, staring dumbfounded at the scene before her, sensing Lin Bai’s presence disappear from the world.

How could a person’s presence disappear? There was only one possibility, that this person was dead.

"No, no, no, Lin Bai!"

Su Jiannan stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding before his eyes.

He felt extremely remorseful. How could he have imagined that his momentary distraction would cost the life of the greatest genius of the Spirit Sword Sect in thousands of years!

"Lin Bai, it’s all my fault!"

Su Jiannan was overwhelmed with guilt, speaking these words in deep sorrow.

Meanwhile, Lin Bai found himself in a space filled with raging thunderbolts.

"Tell me, tell me, are you all pigs? All of you?!"

"Are the juniors of our Spirit Sword Sect pigs? Is everyone so afraid of death?"

"For thousands of years, only you’ve made it in here."

Before Lin Bai could even recover, an old man’s furious voice resonated in his ears.

Lin Bai looked up to find an ethereal figure floating before him, an old man, short in stature, a little elder.

On the old man’s face were visible signs of unrepressible anger and fury.

Upon seeing this man, Lin Bai instantly called out: "Ancestral Master?"

The little old man chuckled, saying: "Little kid, you’re not bad, you actually recognized that this is an illusion. The thunderbolts don’t possess any offensive power."

"Unlike those wimps, the moment they see the thunderbolts they run off."

"Especially a hundred years ago, there was a hideous fellow named Jian Xuan who sat outside Thousands of Thunders Caves for over three years. Each time he wanted to enter, he would turn around and run the moment he saw the thunderbolts erupting. God, I’ve never seen a warrior run so fast in my life."

"Jian Xuan’s fleeing speed was utterly shocking."

The little old man said, wearing a bitter smile.

Hearing the little old man’s words, Lin Bai was essentially sure that the jester-like little old man before him was the waning shadow of Spirit Sword Sect’s founder.

Hearing the little old man’s gripes, Lin Bai grumbled: "Who knows which bored fellow set up these horrifying illusions. If it weren’t for my Devouring Sword Spirit, I probably would have turned tail and run."

The little old man asked: "Little kid, what are you mumbling about?"

Lin Bai instantly put on a wide grin, saying: "Oh, nothing, nothing. Ancestral Master, I’ve finally made it in here, aren’t you going to impart some powerful sword skills to me?"

With a sly expression, Lin Bai asked.

The Ancestral Master who founded the Spirit Sword Sect more than five thousand years ago was a renowned Swords Cultivator who shook the Territory of all nations with his exceptional abilities, especially his exquisite swordsmanship that was almost godlike.

The old man listened and promptly asked in a serious tone, "Child, do you know why I chose to leave this illusion behind?"

Lin Bai sneered and said, "Possibly out of boredom, because people who are not bored generally wouldn’t waste their time doing something like this..."

"What did you say?" The old man glared at Lin Bai furiously and stroked his beard.

In a hurry, Lin Bai recovered his composure and laughed, "Of course, Ancestral Master had his own reasons. I dare not make blind assumptions."

Only then did the old man let it go, murmuring, "Yes, I was indeed bored back then..."

"Bah, bah, bah! You’re the one who’s bored!"

The old man suddenly realized and seriously said, "Back then, I secluded myself in this mountain cave, but suddenly lost control of my elements and perished, leaving behind this illusion and my waning shadow as a test of courage for my future disciples!"

"If they are all afraid of death, they are unworthy of inheriting my Sword Art!"

"Over these thousands of years, the waning shadow I left behind has almost vanished. Thankfully, you entered at the last moment, so I shall teach you a divine power, the Divine Sword Thunder Control Skill!"

Lin Bai was suddenly thrilled. Was this "Divine Sword Thunder Control Skill" the Thunder Sword Skill mentioned by the elders in Elder Pavilion?

"Thank you, Ancestral Master." Lin Bai thanked him with a smile.

The old man said, "I have a second matter to inform you about."

Lin Bai said, "Please give your instruction, Ancestral Master."

The old man put away his frivolous smile and spoke solemnly, "Back in my days, I was a warrior with a Yellow Level Ninth Grade Martial Soul. I had extremely low talent in martial arts. But do you know how I managed to become renowned across the Territory of all nations?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Bai was shocked. The Ancestral Master who founded the Spirit Sword Sect had a Yellow Level Ninth Grade Martial Soul!

The fact that a person with a Yellow Level Ninth Grade Martial Soul was able to shake the Territory of all nations was highly impressive.

Lin Bai shook his head, "I do not know."

The old man said, "Because I once accidentally obtained a fragment."

"By understanding the fragment, I gained insights into an astounding sword skill, and this Divine Sword Thunder Control Skill is what I am most proud of."

"This fragment is extremely valuable. After you leave, you must tell the successive Sect Leaders of Spirit Sword Sect to make good use of it!"

"When I knew the value of the fragment, I embedded it into the Sect Leader Token, which then became the token of the Sect Leader of Spirit Sword Sect. By now, the successive sect leaders should have studied the fragment and brought our Spirit Sword Sect to the top sects in the Territory of all nations, shouldn’t they?"

The old man asked excitedly.

Lin Bai said, "On the contrary, none of the successive sect leaders discovered the mystery of the Sect Leader Token. A hundred years ago, the Spirit Sword Sect went through chaos, losing many superior sword skills, including the Sect Leader Token. The Spirit Sword Sect was almost annihilated by the Canghai Yuntai Palace."

After the Sect Leader of Spirit Sword Sect died that year, Jian Xuan betrayed the Spirit Sword Sect and took away many valuable Sword Skills, which included the Storage Bag of the Sect Leader.

The Sect Leader Token was in the Storage Bag.

So, Su Jiannan’s aim to recover the Storage Bag was to retrieve the lost Sect Leader Token and those superior Sword Skills of Spirit Sword Sect!

That was the key to restoring the Spirit Sword Sect!

"What! Are they pigs? Are these successive sect leaders pigs?" the old man cried out in frustration.

"They have really annoyed me. Seriously annoyed me."

The old man paced back and forth in front of Lin Bai out of anger.

Then, the old man continued, "Child, after you leave, you must find this fragment. It is the key to elevate the Spirit Sword Sect to its peak!"

Lin Bai asked curiously, "Ancestral Master, you regard this fragment as so important... But what exactly is it?"