On the top of a mountain, there was a young man who looked up at the sky. He stood there for an unknown amount of time, as if he had been waiting for this moment. Only when the sky was gone did he look down and look ahead.

This person is wearing a black robe with gold thread patterns on it. The fabric is of high quality and the style is luxurious.

He stood there quietly, giving people an extremely lonely feeling, as if there was no one in the world worthy of standing beside him.

His appearance cannot be seen clearly. He wears a special silver mask on his face, and his eyes are deep and calm.

"It's finally begun," he said slowly, looking down at the front.

A little further behind him, there were more than ten people waiting quietly, among them there were five true artistic realms, and two of these five true artistic realms were in later stages.

Everyone was quiet, looking at the back of the young man in black in front of them, their eyes revealing obedience from the soul. It seemed that as long as the young man in black said a word, these people would wipe their necks with a knife without hesitation.

In the open space between the young man in black and the dozen or so people on standby, there were thousands of various swords, including long swords, short swords, broad swords, thin swords, and soft swords. Some of the swords were rusty and rotten.

Some are as cold as autumn frost.

These thousands of swords of various kinds are almost all fused with the golden light of the dragon shadow from before, and they are just placed there quietly.

The young man in black retracted his gaze and looked back. His eyes passed over the swords on the ground and he said, "Is that all?"

"Going back to Third Young Master, all the things collected by my subordinates and others are here. Others are still stepping up their search. Another batch will be sent here soon." Someone immediately knelt down on one knee and replied.

Hearing this, the young man in black didn't say much, but his eyes clearly showed a trace of dissatisfaction, and he said: "These are not what I want. They are not worthy. Since they are not worthy, what is the use of keeping them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and the thousands of swords on the ground trembled and flew into the air. Then, a ball of extremely black and pure innate energy flew out from his palm, rising in the wind and rising from the ground.

Thousands of swords rose up and enveloped it, as if it was swallowed by a black hole!

When the pitch-black innate energy disappeared, the more than a thousand swords of various kinds also disappeared, leaving only traces of metal powder floating around, and they were all destroyed.

After doing this, the young man in black took back his hands and put them behind his back and said, "Look again until you find something that satisfies me!"

"As ordered," someone replied, but no one left. Their duty was to protect the master's safety, and naturally there were other people to do what was ordered.

Immediately, the young man's eyes flashed and he said: "Now that the sword-making ceremony has begun, only one sword can stand out in the end. I don't want it to fall into the hands of anyone else except me. Do you understand?"

He said this calmly, but it revealed a bone-chilling chill.

"Subordinates will understand later."

The young man in black spoke with a chilling tone, and his subordinates also answered with murderous intent.

At this time, the young man in black noticed the hesitant expression of one of the elegant old men, and couldn't help but ask: "Why do you teach me, sir?"

The old man thought for a while, stepped forward and saluted slightly: "Third Young Master, that sword is of great significance. You and I both know what it represents, but it is definitely not a killing sword. It is absolutely impossible to kill blindly.

I asked Third Young Master to think twice about casting that sword in the sword-making ceremony."

The young man in black was slightly silent when he heard this. He quickly nodded and said in return: "Thank you sir, the students will learn from it."

He understood what the other party meant and humbly accepted the elegant old man's opinion.

The old man nodded with a smile and said: "It is your duty, and Third Young Master does not need to do this." At this point, he paused and said: "Third Young Master, now the sword-making ceremony has begun. The sword chooses the master, and the master chooses the sword. Both parties are mutual. Then

In order for a sword to finally stand out in the hands of its master, it cannot do without the master taking it step by step to defeat the other swords. No one can help in the process, so Third Young Master, you must be prepared."

"Student understands," the young man in black nodded.

The so-called sword-making ceremony is the process of the birth of the Emperor's Sword. In this process, any sword may eventually become the Emperor's Sword. Similarly, this process can also be said to be the process of selecting the owner of the Emperor's Sword. One person, one sword,

Being able to finally reach the end and stand on the top, the so-called Emperor's Sword was born, and it also means the emergence of the man who can rule the world!

Anyone who participates in the ceremony and any sword has a chance. As for the final result, no one knows. It requires an individual to hold a sword and move forward step by step.

But this is just the beginning, isn't it? There's no rush.

Elsewhere, an unremarkable-looking late-stage Zhenyijing looked at the surroundings where half of the people could not be seen, and said in a tone like "Have you eaten today? No matter who stands out in the end with the sword in his hand."

, that person must die, and our mission here is to kill the person who finally holds the sword, and take the sword away at all costs, and ignore everything else!"

There was no answer in his voice. He seemed to be talking to the air, so calm and eerily calm.

After saying this, the man made no unnecessary noise and walked away, wandering around like a tourist.

In another place, several important leaders in the world gathered together. They looked at each other with confusion in their eyes. They only knew that something big had happened, but they didn't know the details.

People in the world like them naturally have no access to such secret information as the birth of the Emperor's Sword.

"What's going on? It's rumored that something happened at the ruins of Burial Sword Mountain. It seems that Yi Bao was born. But now it seems that it's obviously not that simple. Good guy, Longying Hengtian, what happened?"

"You know what happened, but you know with your butt that things won't be peaceful in the future. Anyway, please be careful and don't accidentally end up losing your life here."

"I think it is still necessary for everyone to figure out what happened in order to calmly deal with the next situation. What do you think?"

"Yes, then let's all act separately. After understanding the truth, we can share the information. When necessary, we can unite to take care of each other. Otherwise, I really have no confidence in my heart."

"In that case, let's break up now. Damn it, I thought it was just a normal treasure hunt, but I didn't expect such a shocking incident to happen. If you don't pay attention to your little arms and legs, you don't know how you will die."

"You are the only one who is the overlord. Where have all the breezes gone? They are like trembling ants. How could I know a bunch of guys like you?"

"You put it lightly. After witnessing what happened before, do we, who are just messing around in the world, really think that we are a nobody? There may be many behemoths coming out of this. People like us are probably nothing among them..."

In the end, these people dispersed after some unsuccessful discussions. Their hearts were full of doubts and worries. The previous vision was really too shocking. They were all panicked. At the same time, they were also a little excited. Such a thing happened.

Something big must happen. What if the benefits fall on you? Who can say clearly about luck?

"It seems that the news is true. The Emperor's Sword is about to be born. Your Majesty ordered me to bring it back at all costs. If our Dajiang Dynasty gets it, destiny will come to us and we will sweep away the pain of last year's war. But the Emperor's Sword means that it is just around the corner.

I am dedicated to your majesty as the ruler of the world...Why can't I be the one who holds the throne for the heaven and earth?" The eyes of the people from the Dajiang Dynasty looked back from the sky with twinkling eyes, and they already had other ideas in their hearts.

There are people from all over the world who think similarly to him.

The Sword of the Son of Heaven means that destiny has been added to rule the world, so why can't it be me?

"This..., I seem to have inadvertently intervened in a terrible incident, what should I do?" Yulan, who was at the ruins of Burial Sword Mountain, looked at the calm sky and was full of tangles.

She just came here to find a sword to send in. She never thought that she would encounter such a thing. Now she obviously can't stay out of it. She is just a weak woman. Do you want to tease her like this?

Song Mingdao looked at the sword in his hand calmly. It was just an ordinary iron sword that he bought for a few taels of silver. Even though it had been fused with a dragon shadow golden light, the sword was still extremely ordinary, and the material was even worse.

any changes occur.

Staring at the sword in his hand, he secretly thought that no matter how ordinary you are, you are now qualified to grow into the Emperor's Sword step by step!

This sentence was not only said to the sword in his hand, but also to himself.

He himself is as ordinary as the sword in his hand, and he is an ordinary member of all living beings. An ordinary sword is qualified to grow into the Emperor's Sword, and he also has the opportunity to become the Emperor with the sword!

Slowly raising his head, Song Mingdao stood with the sword in his hand. He glanced around and said calmly: "Everyone, you have been following me for so long and watching for so long. I am tired of you not being bothered. Now, are you interested in trying my hand?

sword?"

Although Song Mingdao doesn't understand what the Emperor is, as a swordsman, he knows the secrets of the Emperor and the process of forging the Emperor's Sword. He will move forward indomitably and will not back down. Once he loses his belief in conquering the world,

, then he loses the qualification to grow into the Emperor's Sword.

Instead of passively accepting the casting of the Emperor's Sword, why not take the initiative?

Song Mingdao is undoubtedly the one who knows the most clearly about the sword-making process of the Emperor's Sword. Since all swords are qualified to grow into the Emperor's Sword, then the sword-making process is not only about the material of the sword body, but also not only

It just depends on how powerful a person is, including his character, will, belief, opportunity, etc.

It doesn't matter if the sword in your hand is broken during this process, as long as you can get to the end, the sword body will definitely show the elegance of the Emperor's Sword.

The process determines the result, temporary gains and losses don't matter, as long as you are alive you have a chance.

Faced with Song Mingdao's provocation, some people chose to retreat. After all, his record of sword-cutting true artistic conception was obvious to all. Those who retreated, along with the sword in their hands, naturally lost the qualification to make swords.

However, not everyone is afraid of him, there are always people who will stand up.

The sword-making ceremony has begun, who can have the last laugh?

"What's going on?" You Xiao muttered with confusion as he watched the phenomenon disappear. He didn't know what happened at all. He only realized that things had become complicated. He didn't know why. Anyway, it suddenly happened.

Instinctively, he felt very dangerous, as if someone would jump out and kill him at any moment.

When asked this question, he naturally did not expect Wang Dachui beside him to give an answer. After all, this guy didn't look very smart. Even if Wang Dachui had some outstanding performances before, it was not enough to dispel You Xiao's impression.

Unexpectedly, Yunjing said: "Isn't it obvious? Did you see the words on the stone tablet that day? Did you also see the dragon shadow across the sky? Did you also see the golden light scattered in all directions in the dragon shadow painting?

Combined with the words on the stone tablet, this is obviously some kind of special ceremony. I think it must be a battle between swords. Only one of the swords stands out in the end and the others cannot compare with its sharpness. At that time, this ceremony can

will end"

Hearing this, You smiled for a moment, looked at Yun Jing and said tangledly: "No, Brother Sledgehammer, how did you know?"

Things that I can't even think of. You guys are simple-minded at first sight. Is this what you can think of?

"I analyzed it. We have witnessed everything before. Is it difficult for you to analyze it?" Yunjing looked at him and asked with a matter-of-fact expression.

You Xiao was speechless, and his face changed, sometimes confused and sometimes worried, and said: "Brother Sledgehammer, just think what you said is true. In this case, you are not worried about your own safety at all?"

"Why should I worry about my own safety?" Yunjing asked curiously.

You Xiao said: "You guy, sometimes you are smart and sometimes you are stupid, why are you worried about your own safety? You have already told me what kind of special ceremony this is. Fighting and fighting are inevitable during the process, so you are not afraid of someone jumping out and killing you.

Kill it? After all, only the winner can stand out and be endlessly sharp."

Pouting his lips, Yunjing said with a look like "Are you stupid?" "I'm so worried. Obviously the next ritual is related to swords. I use a hammer, so it's none of my business, okay?"

"Well, that's true," You Xiao said speechlessly. Indeed, Wang Dachui didn't use a sword. Since it was related to swords, it naturally had little to do with him.

Yun Jing was telling the truth, and what happened next had nothing to do with him. He knew in his heart that the sword-making ceremony of the Emperor's Sword had begun, and that it would be accompanied by fighting and killing, but he never thought about ruling the world with a sword.
To be continued...