Chapter 129

If there were a powerful cultivator from Zhongzhou here, they would certainly recognize this old man.

The sword maniac Yang Feng who has vanished for over ten thousand years!

A giant of the Venerable Realm, his sword Dao is miraculous!

He loved the sword Dao all his life, obsessed and intoxicated, often falling into madness, thus people called him Sword Maniac.

After breaking through to the Venerable Realm, his might shook the Central Region.

Yet for some reason, from that point on, not a whisper of his news has been heard.

Below the void, Yang Feng opened his cloudy eyes and examined his current condition.

His Dao power is exhausted, and his lifespan is nearly gone.

Even the Life-and-Death Sword he cherished as his life has broken.

"Is this deity still in Zhongzhou?"

"We must flee to other great realms at once."

Sword Maniac Yang Feng forced himself to stand, glanced around, and said.

Yet his heart was filled with utter despair; the Five Domains are so vast—where should he go?

It's all the damned Myriad Symbol Imperial Clan!

Twenty thousand years ago, he still had a prosperous and powerful clan, the Zhongzhou Yang Clan, but because of one matter he offended the Myriad Symbol Imperial Clan.

That beast sent people to annihilate his clan, exterminating them to the last; he only escaped thanks to the protection of his clan's strong ones.

Afterward, he spent ten thousand years painstakingly cultivating the sword Dao, desperately seeking every opportunity to raise his cultivation.

Finally, the heavens do not betray one who labors with bitter heart.

In ten thousand years he cultivated to the Venerable Realm, his sword Dao reached the fifth great stage— the realm of Clear Sword Heart.

Taking advantage of the Myriad Symbol Emperor's departure to the Chaotic Flow Star Region, he went alone with his sword to attack the Myriad Symbol Imperial Clan; that battle shattered heaven and earth, sun and moon sank.

After a prolonged battle, he slew three Venerable giants.

But the Myriad Symbol clan's grand elder sacrificed an imperial artifact; he was ultimately defeated, imprisoned in the Divine Punishment Ancient Tower for a full ten thousand years.

"Everyone says this deity is a Sword Maniac, but who knows the hardship of this deity?"

"If time could be reversed, misfortune would not befall, then this sword need not be practiced."

Yang Feng spoke with feeling, taking off the Life-and-Death Sword on his back.

The sword is destroyed, yet the sword Dao in his heart is not extinguished.

"Because of you, my clan was destroyed."

"But it is also because of you that this deity was aided in revenge."

Ten thousand years is too long; now the seas have turned to mulberry fields, things and people are not as before.

"I never imagined that ten thousand years would have passed, and the Mu Clan would not hesitate to offend the Myriad Symbol Imperial Clan to aid me thus."

"If the Mu Clan faces trouble in the future, even if I must stake this deity's life, I will help you."

"Perhaps… maybe I have no future…"

"Alas!"

Having muttered that.

Yang Feng sighed.

He gazed blankly into the distance, not knowing where to go.

The originally middle-aged man's appearance, due to ten thousand years of torment and just now burning his lifespan, had become that of a withered, disheveled old man.

His lifespan is about to run out, his Dao power is at its lowest.

Just then, a voice came from the void.

Yang Feng immediately became alert, holding the broken sword and looking toward the void.

"Yang Sword Venerable, long time no see."

"This voice? So familiar!"

"Could it be Brother Mu!"

As he pondered, a male figure descended from the void.

A middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing, black hair hanging over his shoulders, his keen eyes standing beside Yang Feng gave a strong sense of abruptness.

"It really is you, Brother Mu!"

Yang Feng excitedly stepped forward, putting away his broken sword.

"Brother Mu, long time no see."

"It's been ten thousand years, hasn't it? They actually tortured you into this state; back then you..."

"Sword Dao Venerable, what glory!"

Mu Changkong did not finish that sentence, for he knew Yang Feng's ordeal; if it were him, he would also spare no effort to take revenge.

Twenty thousand years ago, the two met in a secret realm; Yang Feng saved his life, and later, during the great battle against the demon tiger, he likewise saved Yang Feng, making them life-and-death friends.

Over ten thousand years, both had extraordinary talent and strong will, and both broke into the Venerable Realm.

But Yang Feng did not inform him, going alone with his sword to attack the Myriad Symbol Imperial Clan; after learning his friend had been suppressed in the Divine Punishment Ancient Tower, he too was helpless.

The Mu Clan is no longer that powerful clan; after their ancestor, the Water Immortal Empress, and friend Black Emperor suddenly fell a hundred thousand years ago, the Mu Clan began to decline.

Thus the present Mu Clan dare not provoke the Myriad Symbol Imperial Clan, which is at its zenith.

"Thank you, Brother Mu, for the rescue, but will this implicate your Mu Clan...?" Yang Feng said shamefacedly.

If not for the Mu Clan's rescue, he would surely have endured torment and died in the tower.

"It's fine; I ordered the clan's strong ones to act covertly, so the blame for breaking the tower to rescue will not fall on my Mu Clan."

"Even if we retreat ten thousand steps, even if the Myriad Symbol Imperial Clan discovers this, they would not dare to act rashly against my Mu Clan," said Mu Changkong.

Now he is already the chief of the Mu Clan, a peak supreme, holding the clan's imperial weapon; if anyone wants to move against the Mu Clan, they must pay a price.

"Brother Yang, you cannot stay in the Central Region any longer."

"This is too dangerous."

"I recommend you go to a place; that force is in no way weaker than the Wanxiang Imperial Clan."

"As long as you can join it, you can safely heal and await your revenge."

Mu Changkong said solemnly.

If the Wanxiang Imperial Clan gets the news, they will surely stir up trouble in the Central Region to find this friend of his; it would be safer to go take refuge there.

"Oh? Brother Mu, speak quickly—what exactly is this force?"

"Not in the Central Region—could there be any force in the other four regions that does not fear the Wanxiang Imperial Clan!"

Jianchi Yang Feng's eyes instantly blazed with hope.

"What about the imperial clan? Give him tens of thousands of years, and he will surely be eliminated!"

"That is the Azure Cloud Imperial Sect of the Eastern Region!"

"The Middle Ancient Imperial Sect, which has been passed down for tens of millions of years, has remained hidden from the world, only just emerging in this period."

Seeing his friend's shocked expression, Mu Changkong told him what had happened during this time.

The Azure Cloud Imperial Sect first swept the Eastern Region, pressed the sword against the Central Region, subdued the Monster Clan in the south, broke the Monster Emperor in the north, accepted the Dragon Clan, and now its fame is great, shaking the Five Regions.

"Two Great Emperors surpassing the high rank!"

"Just the openly strongest ones occupy the top two and three spots on the power ranking!"

Jianchi's face was full of shock; this news was too shocking!

The Eastern Region actually has such a powerful sect!

"Yes, and tomorrow is the time when the Imperial Sect reopens its mountain; it's better to hurry there."

"I will accompany you for a stretch," Mu Changkong said after seeing his friend's miserable state and thinking briefly.

Given his friend's current condition, joining Qingyun is difficult.

Then he could also help a bit, not fearing to pay a price; for the friend who risked his life twenty thousand years ago, it would be worth it.

If back then his friend had not blocked that sword for him, there would be no Mu Clan chief who now shocks the Central Region, no Changkong Supreme.

"Brother Mu, this favor I, Yang Feng, will forever keep in my heart."

Jianchi expressed his gratitude.

Anger once again surged in his heart.

"Go to Qingyun, cultivate my Life-Death Sword Dao!"

"Overwhelm Wanxiang, then repay the Mu Clan's kindness."

"Haha, we brothers need not talk about these."

"Let's go."

Mu Changkong laughed heartily; the mighty half-step great dao power surged within him, carrying his friend Jianchi Yang Feng as they flew away.

They traveled day and night toward the Eastern Region.

That night, the stars were bright and sparse.

The Qingyun Sect was utterly silent.

The Qingyun Immortal City, however, was bustling extraordinarily.