As Chu Feng disappeared into the boundary gate, the emotions of the crowd reached their peak.
“Hero. What is a hero? This is what a bloody hero looks like.”
“All of us here are nothing but cowards.”
Suddenly, the palace master of the Myriad Demons Sacred Hall roared aloud.
His words insulted everyone present, yet no one refuted him.
After all, he had included himself in the insult.
And what he said was not without reason.
“Indeed, heroes emerge from the young. Not to mention among the juniors, even I, who have roamed the Sacred Light Milky Way for over ten thousand years, have never seen anyone with such courage as little friend Chu Feng.”
Zhao Chunqiu, the Supreme Elder of the Cloud Sky Immortal Sect, spoke with great passion.
Seeing so many people praise Chu Feng, Long Xiaoxiao, who had not wished for Chu Feng to save everyone, now felt proud.
After all, he was the man she favoured.
Long Xiaoxiao’s parents and Long Shengbu also wore smiles.
They too took pride in Chu Feng.
Yet as everyone praised Chu Feng, Yin Daifen’s heart grew heavy.
What had she done to such an outstanding Chu Feng?
She had slandered him, wronged him, and even tried to kill him.
Her actions stood in stark contrast to his.
Though no one rebuked her, she felt deep shame and pain.
“Hmph.”
Just after Chu Feng vanished, a disdainful voice rang out from within the Ancient Burial Soldier Tomb.
It came from the disciple of the Wish God Granny.
Although she had entered the tomb first, she had not gone far.
Those outside could not see inside, but from within she could clearly observe everything outside.
She had witnessed Chu Feng fighting for everyone.
“Who would have thought there could be such a self-righteous fool in this world.”
“No matter how great his talent, he will only ruin himself.”
“Someone like him does not deserve heaven’s favour.”
The voice from the disciple of the Wish God Granny was old and filled not with reproach, but contempt.
Then she turned her gaze behind her.
That was the true interior of the Ancient Burial Soldier Tomb.
After entering, it was clearly different from the earlier illusion.
In the illusion, beyond the gate lay countless treasures and supreme weapons.
But inside the real tomb there was only a vast, empty hall.
The hall was thick with ancient aura, yet it was extremely dilapidated.
There were no treasures at all.
Instead, dozens of stone steles stood there.
Each stele bore the image of a weapon, along with a description.
“So it really exists?”
After looking around, the disciple of the Wish God Granny fixed her eyes on one particular stele.
It depicted an ordinary-looking longsword.
Yet the line of text beside it revealed that this sword was anything but ordinary.
Primordial Hero Sword, a treasure left from the Primordial Era, ranked among the Venerable Armaments.
Though it was only a short line with no further explanation, the words “Primordial Era” alone showed how extraordinary the sword was.
“This is the one.”
As she spoke, the disciple of the Wish God Granny placed her aged palm upon the stele.
Buzz.
Suddenly the ground shook. The stele began to rise slowly, growing larger as it did so.
Soon, where the Venerable Armament had been carved, a boundary gate appeared.
Without hesitation, she stepped inside.
The moment she entered, the gate vanished and the stele sank back down, returning to its original state.
The disciple now found herself in another place.
She had entered a different world.
Beneath blue skies and white clouds lay lush green jungles, waterfalls cascaded from high mountains, birds sang and flowers bloomed. It was like a paradise.
It was the complete opposite of the Ancient Burial Soldier Tomb.
If the tomb was hell, this place was fairyland.
Yet upon seeing this world, she frowned, displeasure clear in her voice.
“Is this the so-called opportunity?”
Her unhappiness stemmed from what she saw before her: twenty-three floating scrolls.
The scrolls were not large and each contained a simple image, just a single butterfly.
But the butterflies fluttered within the scrolls as though alive.
What truly annoyed her, however, was the stone tablet in front of the scrolls.
It clearly stated:
Hero Sword may only be wielded by a hero. To wield the Hero Sword, one must gain its acknowledgement.
Each of the twenty-three scrolls contains a world.
Succeed in the trial, and the scroll becomes a butterfly that circles your body.
The more butterflies you obtain, the greater your chance of gaining the Hero Sword’s acknowledgement.
Though irritated, she still chose one scroll.
Buzz.
The moment she chose, she was instantly drawn inside.
…
Time passed. Three hours went by in a flash.
After three hours, the butterflies had vanished from nine of the twenty-three scrolls.
Buzz.
Suddenly, the tenth scroll rippled, and a figure shot out from within.
It was the disciple of the Wish God Granny.
Nine butterflies now danced around her.
And as she emerged, the butterfly from the tenth scroll also flew out and began circling her.
“It’s getting harder. That one nearly killed me.”
She was breathing heavily.
Several bloody wounds marred her body, not clean cuts from blades, but savage gashes as though torn by monstrous claws.
Buzz.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in this peaceful world and fierce winds howled.
The change startled even her.
She looked up and saw a colossal object a thousand metres tall appear.
It was a blood-red boundary gate.
As the enormous blood-red gate emerged, a figure flew out from within.
That person was Chu Feng.
