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Shushan, Demon Locking Tower.

This is not a place where demons are trapped, but a sword tomb.

Countless broken ancient swords were stuck on the mountain wall, exuding sharp sword energy.

The Shushan Sword Sect, after becoming a god, lost its inheritance and could only rely on the remaining sword intent on these ancient swords to understand the art of swordsmanship. It has long lost its former glory.

When Yun Xiao was in Huainan and saw Gu Changqing cut off the river with his finger and thought of the moon, he had already passed the news back to the sect through a secret method.

At this moment, the entire Shushan Sword Sect and all the surviving sword cultivators gathered in front of the sword tomb. Looking at the scene in the water mirror, they were all trembling with excitement, and the swords in their hands kept buzzing.

"Such a strong sword intention! No, that is no longer sword intention! It is the Tao! It is the great way to follow the rules!"

A one-armed old man was stroking a broken sword beside him, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

"What I, the Shushan Sword Cultivator, want is to break all laws with one sword! But the way of heaven is unfair and the spiritual energy is cut off. We can't even fly with a sword, so how can we talk about breaking laws?"

"Now, Patriarch Gu has torn the sky apart! He has opened up a new path to the sky for sword cultivators like us!"

"I feel it! I feel it! The sword in my hand is longing! It is longing to go to the Patriarch!"

All Shushan disciples turned their attention to the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged at the top of the sword tomb.

That is the only contemporary Sword Immortal in Shushan and also their leader.

The old man slowly opened his eyes. In his eyes, there were no pupils, only two extremely condensed sword lights.

"My Shushan...has been silent for too long."

His voice was like the sound of a sword, clear and sharp.

"Three thousand years ago, my ancestor from Shushan followed the ancestor of the Evergreen Immortal Sect and fought against the sky. Although he was defeated, the sword's heart was not dead."

"Three thousand years later, Changqing will be born again. How can I, Shushan, lag behind others?"

He stood up slowly and stretched out his hand.

Inserted at the highest point of the sword tomb, the rusty, ordinary-looking ancient sword suddenly let out a thunderous roar, turned into a stream of light, and flew into his hand.

"All Shushan disciples obey orders!"

"Hold the sword, follow me... fight for nine more days!"

Similar scenes continue to be staged in corners of China and even around the world.

Those ancient sects and practicing families that had been hidden from the world because of the Age of Ending Dharma, and were gradually forgotten in the long river of history, were awakened one after another on this day.

They are either for immortality, the great road, or inheritance.

But their goals, at this moment, are surprisingly consistent.

That is - Huainan!

That is - Gu Changqing!

For a time, in the sky above the land of China, streams of light appeared in all directions, and sword auras spread across the sky.

Countless powerful auras emerged from their slumber and converged in the same direction.

A huge wave swept across the entire spiritual world, set off by Gu Changqing himself, officially kicked off.

And the initiator of all this, Gu Changqing, was just floating quietly in the air, looking at the human luck below that was flowing like a tide, and then glanced at the streams of light on the horizon that were coming here, with no expression on his face.

Everything is according to his plan.

He turned to look at Ying Zheng beside him.

"You see, this is the power of 'people'."

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

Ying Zheng looked at the excited and fanatical faces below and the figures of practitioners coming from all directions, and his heart was filled with shock.

For the first time, he so intuitively felt how majestic the torrent called "humanity" in the mouth of the Imperial Master was.

"National Master, I...have received instruction."

Ying Zheng once again bowed and saluted from the bottom of his heart.

He knew that from today on, the world would be completely different.

And he, and his Xian Qin, will play a vital role in this change.

He looked at Gu Changqing, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was ignited again.

Only this time, his fighting spirit lacked a trace of personal arrogance, and had more of a heavy and decisive feeling of fighting for the entire "human race".

He set his sights on the command center of Bureau 749 and looked at the mortals who were busy running to maintain order. For the first time, he felt a sense of identification with them.

Perhaps, what the Imperial Master said is right.

Never underestimate mortals.

Just when Chinese officials and people were excited about this unprecedented change, teams composed of ancient practitioners also arrived at the edge of the Huainan restricted area one after another.

Some of them control flying swords, some ride on ancient Dharma boats, and some even fly directly in the flesh, carrying a primitive atmosphere that is incompatible with modern society.

"Stop! The front is a military restricted area. No one is allowed to enter without permission!"

The soldiers in charge of perimeter security immediately raised their guns nervously and shouted a warning when they saw these people in "fancy clothes."

However, these people from the hidden sect who had just come out of the deep mountains and old forests would never take mortal soldiers seriously.

"How dare a mere mortal block my way? Get away!"

An elder from the Zhongnan Mountain tomb guardian lineage had a hot temper. He just snorted coldly, and an invisible wave of air pushed the soldiers away several meters away.

Although these soldiers have undergone intensive training, they are still not good enough in front of real practitioners.

"You..."

The soldiers wanted to say something, but more streams of light fell from the sky.

The disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect all carry long swords on their backs and have sharp eyes.

The Taoist priest on the abbot's fairy island holds a fly whisk and a fairy-like Taoist bone.

There were also some small sects whose names I couldn’t name, but they also took out their own wardrobe, for fear of being looked down upon.

There were hundreds of them gathered together, and each one exuded a powerful aura.

This power is enough to easily destroy a modern army.

The person in charge of the garrison, a colonel officer, looked at the group of people in front of him who seemed to have walked out of a myth. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still did not flinch. He only called for emergency help from his superiors through the walkie-talkie.

"Taoist Priest Li Hanshan, Sect Leader Yun Xiao, outside... there is a large group of unidentified practitioners coming outside, and they want to force their way into the restricted area!"

Soon, Li Hanshan, Yun Xiao and others got the news.

They looked at each other and saw the solemn look in each other's eyes.

"Let's go and have a look."

As the head of Kunlun and the first person to swear allegiance to Gu Changqing, Li Hanshan naturally took on the responsibility of "maintaining stability" at this moment.

When Li Hanshan, Yun Xiao and others appeared at the edge of the restricted area, the monks from the hidden sect immediately turned their attention.

"Oh? Finally a few decent ones have arrived."

The elder from Zhongnan Mountain looked Li Hanshan up and down with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"Look at your clothes, do you think you are from the Kunlun sect? Humph, in the Battle of the Gods, your Kunlun predecessors taught the Twelve Golden Immortals, how majestic they were. How come you have become so weak in your generation? You are not even at the Golden Core stage. It is really embarrassing."

Li Hanshan's face darkened when he heard this.

Although their Kunlun sect is also considered a famous sect, compared with these hidden sects passed down from ancient times, their background is indeed much worse.

Especially when the other party mentioned the Battle of the Gods as soon as he opened his mouth, his old-timer demeanor made him breathless.

"Who is this senior?" Li Hanshan asked patiently, holding up his hands.

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