Chapter 453: They Are All Waiting for You, Lord

Chapter 453: They Are All Waiting for You, Lord

The old man in white robes furrowed his brow slightly and indifferently said, "This won't do, he must be buried in the Void Immortal Sword Sect."

A hint of confusion appeared in the eyes of Xia Ji and the others.

Why?

Fang Chen was confused too. What do they want with my corpse?

The old man explained, "The sword embryo he obtained is very special. Since he was the one who nurtured the flying sword, it will not change owners easily even after his death. Not even our sect leader can refine it. Now that he's dead, burying him in the Void Immortal Sword Sect can allow our disciples to pay respects from time to time, this may lead the flying sword to recognize and acknowledge a new master."

Fang Chen's expression turned odd. "Let the disciples of the Void Immortal Sword Sect pay respects to me?"

"No wonder that flying sword disappeared...."

The female sword cultivator suddenly realized as her expression turned complex. She had never heard of these things before, showing that the sword cultivators also had many customs and traditions.

"Little Chen absolutely won't die. That guy's scheme is going to fail. He even wants me to acknowledge another person as my master? Delusional! I will only acknowledge Little Chen!"

"Yes, he’s delusional! Haha!"

Inside the jade coffin, Little Sword and Mirror of the Universe communicated quietly.

Xia Ji had a strange look as he thought, So, that's what this is all about....

The female sword cultivator looked at Fairy Yu. "Junior Sister, why not bury Fang Chen at our Extreme Sword Peak? You can visit him regularly."

Fairy Yu shook her head resolutely. "No, we will bury him where he wants. Elder Huang, he won’t be joining you."

"What are you doing?" Elder Huang furrowed his brow slightly, seemingly about to scold her. However, he recalled something and swallowed the words down his throat. He fell silent for a few moments, then sighed and said, "Is there no room for negotiation?"

Fairy Yu shook her head. "No."

"In that case, if he's to be recorded, you must tell me where he will be buried so that our disciples can visit and pay respects to him," Elder Huang sighed softly.

That place was called Three World Mountain by Grand Xia, Qingsong, and other empires because there were three mountain ranges spanning thousands of miles, resembling three natural boundary lines, forming a triangular-shaped primitive forest.

In a certain area of Three World Mountain, the soil was deep in color, somewhat brown and a little red. Looking down from above, it appeared as if a piece of robe had been stained with mottled bloodstains.

Xia Ji stood in a crimson area and said softly, "Let's bury him here, shall we? Fang Da once fought fiercely here for over a month."

Zhang Xiaoke touched the soil on the ground and muttered to herself, "I was responsible for relaying messages at that time and came here a few times too. Luckily, I didn't stay behind with them."

Fairy Yu gazed silently at the jade coffin.

This was Fang Qingyao's first time coming to Three World Mountain, and when she saw the scene here, she finally understood how intense the battles back then were.

The female sword cultivator spoke softly, "Junior Sister, let's lay him to rest here first. With this jade coffin, his physical body won't rot anyway."

Fairy Yu nodded gently and then bent down to start digging. Seeing that, the female sword cultivator was about to use her sword, but Xia Ji and others also rolled up their sleeves to dig.

"Senior sister, you don't have to use your sword. Many of our brothers and sisters are buried here. Although they are dead, their souls may still be around. Using a sword might disturb them," Fairy Yu said without looking back.

The female sword cultivator dispelled her thoughts. A complex expression rose on her face as she grew curious about the relationships and experiences of those people.

While digging the grave, they uncovered several skeletons. They carefully arranged them and buried them along with the jade coffin, as if the skeletons were still guarding Fang Chen even after their death.

After burying Fang Chen and when they were filling up the grave, everyone suddenly felt a violent gloomy wind sweeping through the mountain forest. The trees in the forest bent down under the strong wind, like tens of thousands of soldiers saluting.

The elder in a white robe had a strange expression. "The Yin Qi is so heavy here. I'm afraid the soldiers who died here haven't gone through reincarnation...."

Xia Ji and the others who saw that scene laughed happily.

Fairy Yu wiped her eyes and whispered softly, “My Lord, they’re all waiting for you.."

Fang Chen stood at his grave, not sure if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see tens of thousands of figures appearing in the forest, bowing and saluting to him in a military gesture.

A joyful smile appeared on his face, and he bowed back in return.