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If not for the fact that he saw the city walls outside, Li Yi would have really thought that he entered into another world.

It would take about six hours to travel from the village to this place, and the journey would be hundreds of miles.

However, it had been four hours since they had arrived at the city gate. Li Pu could not see the other city wall. It was as if they had entered a vast and boundless world.

The ancient streets were made of faded stone bricks, grayish-brown tea houses, and even had trees, flowers, and plants planted on both sides. It looked very elegant, but also had an ancient feeling to it.

He wasn't sure if it was just an illusion, but Li Yi felt that the people in the city weren't worried about the black sun in the sky.

"Why?"

In the end, Li Yi could not help but ask.

Zhou thought for a moment, then replied seriously, "The Ancient City is named after the Primordial Era because it is very ancient. It has been through at least a hundred or so eras, and it has never been broken by anyone."

A hundred eras?

Li Yi gasped.

But very quickly, he remembered the outside world. A large black flame had burned down and the entire Mount Daliang had been razed to the ground.

That's not right!

Li Yi revealed a pondering look.

Zhou seemed to see through him. "Are you confused?"

Li Yi nodded.

He paused, looking up to the sky and murmured, "What if this isn't a natural disaster?"

In the eyes of all the Black Swordsman, this kind of natural disaster simply did not exist in this continent. Even after searching through history, they could not find any records of it.

Then, where did the black sun come from? What kind of existence was behind it? This was what the ancient city was truly worried about.

It was a pity that they did not have a Heavenly Saint in five years. Otherwise, with the Heavenly Saint's power, he would definitely be able to cut through that black sun.

Li Yi was silent, so what if he was the Heavenly Saint? With his current strength, it was not enough to change everything.

It was destined to be a sad story.

Zhou stopped talking, let out a deep sigh, and then gradually dissipated.

After a few more hours, they arrived at a quiet mountain. From the outside, they could see an exceptionally steep mountain with towering clouds, ancient trees reaching into the sky, and green vines coiling about. It was a lush and verdant area.

Screech!

An enormous bird flew out from the mountain and spread its wings, covering the sky and the earth.

Roar!

Several tall giants were roaring furiously as they sprinted through the mountains. Their speed was extremely fast, and because of their power, the entire region began to sway.

In the distance, before he even got close, he saw countless terrifying Vicious Beast in Li Yi's eyes. They were extremely bizarre, with bizarre shapes and sizes, and he even saw a purple python with water horns on its head.

Zhou explained in a low voice, "A descendant of the Archaic Purple Flood Dragon. It's very powerful, almost reaching the fifth step."

Li Yi opened his mouth slightly, almost reaching the fifth step? That was an existence at the level of a king!

After entering the mountain, there was yet another heavenly passage. A bustling scene appeared before their eyes, and in addition, there were even more figures gathering here. Some of the buildings were even more peculiar as they stood atop the mountain peaks.

"Do you see that tower in the highest center? There are ninety-nine levels. " "That's where the Heavenly Sage reigns and is also where the elders guard. The sword is under the tower, and as for the guardian beast, only the Heavenly Sage knows of it. What you need to do is to pull that sword out."

Li Yi's mind rippled, and was unable to calm down for a long time.

At this moment, he thought of many things. Was he really coming back here across time and space? Or … Was this just a nightmare?

If all of this was true and he was able to pull out that sword, would he be able to change history?

But what if he was unable to draw his sword?

And then, he told them that the Mount Daliang would be razed to the ground, and this ancient city would also disappear into the river of history.

The giant tower had 99 floors and was the tallest building within the Ancient City. It was also the most sacred place, and it was guarded by a total of 99 elders.

Below the tower, there was a vast plaza that could accommodate tens of thousands of people.

In front of the giant tower, there was even an altar piled with dirt and rocks. It seemed incomplete, with a diameter of around 10 meters. In the center of the altar, there was an ancient black broken sword.

The moment Li Yi saw the sword, he felt as if his mind was struck by lightning, his entire person having his three souls destroyed.

It was a huge black sword.

Never in his dreams did he expect that being worshipped by the entire Ancient City and all the Black Swordsman, the sacred and solemn sword would actually be that huge black sword.

The huge sword was about four feet long, and its entire body was jet-black. Quite a few parts of the sword were missing as well, and after careful observation, there were even some parts that had rusted.

However, it was such a sword that carried the great mission of deciding who would inherit the Heavenly Saint.

Li Yi was stunned.

The row of Black Swordsman stopped, surrounding the altar, whoosh, everyone's gaze all landed on Li Yi.

Zhou came over and whispered, "Go!"

Li Yi was a bit bitter and a bit sad. He was not sure if he had ever pulled out a sword four years ago, or if he had already pulled it out. If so, history has not changed, then this is only a repeat.

But how was he going to say all this?

Zhou said with a confused expression: "What?"

Li Yi had a complicated look in his eyes as he asked, "If I pull it out, will I be able to change everything?"

Zhou was silent.

Li Yi did not question him anymore, but he stretched out his left hand and looked at his arm. Before this, he did not notice, but after careful observation, the black imprint was still there, but it was not very large, only a small mark.

A cool breeze blew by, bringing up the sleeves of a group of Black Swordsman s. They were all silent with solemn expressions, their gazes always falling on Li Yi's body.

Zhou also did not speak.

The middle aged man looked at Li Yi and nodded, indicating for him to move forward.

Li Yi was stupefied, and walked towards the altar step by step.

With every step he took, the atmosphere grew more tense and all the Black Swordsman s revealed expressions of anticipation.

Five years had passed, and almost everyone in Mount Daliang had tried, so five years later, could the son of the Heavenly Saint pull out that sword?

If not, what would they do?

If, he really could …

"It's that child." In the giant tower, a low voice rang out.

"I know."

"Let him try!" After a few sentences, there was no more sound.

Li Yi's footsteps grew closer and closer. In the span of a few breaths, he had stepped onto the ancient altar and in that instant, an ancient and ancient aura surged forth, engulfing his entire body.

You came to pick up the sword?

Do you see my sword?

The grand voice was filled with solemnity, as if it was the early morning bell that echoed in Li Yi's ears, and it did not disappear for a long time.

He seemed to see a tall figure standing in the middle of the night. He was dressed in black ink and his cloak was pressed down very low. His long cloak was fluttering in the wind.

His back was facing the crowd, facing the snowstorm as if he was walking into the distance. Gradually, his figure began to fade, becoming further and further away. He was filled with loneliness and desolation.

Weng! *

A sword light slashed through the vast horizon, illuminating the endless ages of time.