[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky":3,"chapter-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-428":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Sparked the Hundred Demon Night Parade in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2326646,4550,"Chapter 428","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-428",428,"\u003Cp>Gao Xianghong finished speaking and suddenly widened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!! The origin of the sword… the founder… damn!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so focused on thinking who in Chinese history was called the Sword Master that he overlooked one thing—the creator of the sword!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creator who forged the sword, known as the “Ancestor of All Weapons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the creator of the sword, he was the origin of all blades, the first being to wield one, and his understanding of the Sword Dao must have been astonishing across all ages, far surpassing any sword cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a person deserves the title Sword Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only he could bear the name Sword Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Gao Xianghong realized this, the First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal also understood—their expressions turned utterly pale with shock as they turned together toward the tombstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tombstone stood firm, like a sword driven into the earth, pointing straight to heaven; though damaged, it still retained faint traces of indestructible sword intent, resembling a solitary silhouette, sword in hand, wandering through countless mortal realms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The creator of the sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal’s pupils dilated as he stared blankly at the broken sword in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he saw it vaguely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that distant age, when people tilled with knives and burned forests for fields, a solitary figure hammered away, again and again, sparks flying, tempered a thousand times, forged a hundredfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, a sword of bronze-like material appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The solitary figure caressed the sword, smiled, and spoke in ancient tongue; though the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal could not understand the words, he could still discern their meaning from the figure’s gestures and expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From this day forward, your name shall be: Sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the birth of the first sword in the world, the beginning of the Sword Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The solitary figure created the sword, then wandered through mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, crossed swamps and abysses, walked the mortal world, and stepped through all realms of heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever he paused, the beings there learned of him—and of the sword—and spread its name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, countless sword cultivators arose; the solitary figure created the sword, and in doing so, forged the path of the sword cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And gradually, he was no longer solitary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen the fleeting passions of mortal life, gained lovers, friends, those he cared for—he was no longer alone; the lonely sword became the world’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then one day, the solitary figure sensed some great danger, took up the bronze sword that had accompanied him through countless mountains and rivers, across all realms, bade farewell to his loved ones, and walked toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait for my return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four simple words, carrying all emotion, all reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flowed on, seas turned to mulberry fields, seasons changed again and again, year after year passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the solitary figure never returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His loved ones waited, through wind and rain, snow and drought, steadfast in their belief that he would come back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until one day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They finally saw him return—but only a bloodstained broken sword returned, and the solitary figure would never come back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood on the broken sword was that of enemies, and his own, carrying sorrow, reluctance, and longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears slipped from the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal’s eyes—this was the sorrow embedded in the broken sword, the grief of losing its master, of being unable to bring him home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken sword vibrated, emitting a sound like weeping, as if crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The immortal sword behind it echoed in resonance; not just the immortal sword—in that moment, every broken blade within the Hangu Pass graveyard, every shattered weapon, vibrated together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand weapons sang in unison, mourning the heavens and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianghong and the First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou were stunned—but what shocked them was not this chorus of weapons; after all, as the first sword in the world, commanding all weapons was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly stunned them was the one who had spoken earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did they realize—the person who had just spoken to them… who was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou’s hair stood on end—this place was filled with the graves of gods and demons, where even the Immortal and Supreme were buried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had scanned the surroundings earlier and seen no one; now a stranger’s voice had appeared… in a land littered with divine and demonic tombs, an unexpected voice sent even gods and demons trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it a person—or something else?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could be certain: the voice’s owner was far stronger than he was, for he had sensed no arrival, still could not locate the source, and could not perceive even the faintest trace of its aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou and Gao Xianghong turned toward a spot not far to their left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man walked toward them, smiling warmly: “My young friends, don’t be tense—I mean no harm, I’ve merely come to pay my respects.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young friends…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou’s lip twitched—he hadn’t been called “young friend” in how many years? He was over twenty thousand years old; those older than him were exceedingly rare in his world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this man to call him “young friend,” he must be vastly older.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they saw the newcomer—a middle-aged man with a kind face, not the stern, domineering tycoon type, nor the stoic, reserved elder, but someone who smiled warmly at both children and adults alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile was warm, evoking no trace of aversion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint crow’s-feet lined his eyes, adding a touch of time’s wear, and his smiling gaze shimmered with the weight of eons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A common person might mistake him for just an ordinary uncle—but they were wrong; this was an ancient one, who had lived through countless ages and accumulated profound experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt nothing!! The man stood right before him, yet not a single aura stirred—close your eyes and he seemed nonexistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only proof of his existence was his eyes—he could be seen, nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We pay our respects to the elder,” said the First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou, Gao Xianghong, and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal, who had just returned from his trance, bowing to the kind-faced uncle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind-faced uncle smiled and waved his hand: “No need for such formality—be at ease.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile made the three, tense moments before, relax naturally, radiating an innate warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected—when I came here, I only meant to see someone from the past, yet I witnessed the Sword’s emergence. After ten thousand eons, the Sword has finally found its new master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind-faced uncle touched the broken sword in the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken sword hummed, like a child greeting an elder, joyful and excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the Sword’s spirit still lingers, it would be glad to see this. Stay close to your new master, and in the future, let the world remember the Sword Master’s name once more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three—Tianxie Sword Immortal, Gao Xianghong, and the First Immortal Sovereign—were not overly surprised by the sword choosing its master; the moment the broken sword emerged, they had already accepted that. What stunned them was that the kind-faced uncle knew the Sword Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder… do you know the Sword Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianghong asked cautiously, swallowing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man called the Sword Master “boy”—he must be older than the Sword Master himself, perhaps even from before the Primordial Age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We met once,” the kind-faced uncle said bluntly, still smiling. “Are you trying to extract secrets from me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Gao Xianghong flushed with embarrassment, about to speak, the kind-faced uncle laughed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I sense the aura of my mischievous son on you—all three of you: one from the Primordial Realm, one from the Three Sovereign Great World, one from the Cloud Mass Great World. You’ve each absorbed a trace of your world’s calamity and the marks of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You didn’t stumble here by accident—my little son sent you, didn’t he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>",1347,"2026-06-20T17:56:09.718Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","613fcfb9e4671a3c13197c1603e92993f33660f52d650a7d7ca337a18f4b9f4b","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-429","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-427",477,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-cover.jpg"]