The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 379 The Divine Land is Alarmed, Duan Lang Becomes a Disciple

Having obtained the dragon vein, Su Ming couldn't discern anything particularly mysterious about it, but it gave him a strange feeling. It exuded a mysterious aura that was difficult to observe with the naked eye.

Su Ming closed his eyes, and the innate primordial spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness released spiritual energy, slowly making contact with the dragon vein.

Suddenly, he felt the dragon vein in his hand become incredibly heavy, as if he were holding not a dragon vein, but a world itself. A mysterious substance continuously flowed into the dragon vein from all directions; it was invisible and intangible, yet undeniably real.

The moment he picked it up, Su Ming felt his mind become much clearer, as if he had been given an accelerator. Moreover, he sensed an extremely powerful energy within the dragon vein, an energy that was closely connected to the land of China.

wrong!

Nie Feng obtained the Dragon Vein with ease and traveled a great distance, as did Xiong Ba and the others. Why is it so heavy for me to hold it?
When the dragon vein moves, the fortune of the land is shaken.

Nameless, Sword Saint, and the others keenly sensed the changes that had occurred in the Divine Land, but they did not know the source of these changes. The Dragon Vein was the gathering of the great spiritual energy of the Divine Land and the manifestation of the heavenly fortune. How could it be calculated?
They could sense it because they themselves bore the mandate of heaven and their martial arts were divine.

The dragon vein in his hand grew heavier and heavier, so Su Ming had no choice but to put it back in its original position. The dragon vein returned to the location of the corpse's spine, fitting perfectly.

At that moment, Su Ming's mind entered his sea of ​​consciousness:

Mirror owner: Su Ming

World: Storm

Identity: Broken Waves' Army

The origin of the world: 67,825
World Collapse Level: 6.7%
Number of times spacetime reflections were captured: zero
Number of times: zero
He received Wu Wudi's inheritance, and his origin remained unchanged. However, after he picked up the Dragon Vein just now, the degree of collapse suddenly increased by five percent. But he did not intend to take the Dragon Vein. Why did it increase so much all of a sudden?

Could it be that the Kunlun Mirror absorbed the fortune from the dragon vein?
Su Ming shook his head. The dragon vein had gathered a portion of the divine fortune of the land and the life essence of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. It was used to suppress the fortune of the nine provinces in the Lingyun Cave. When the dragon vein collapsed, the great calamity of the millennia would be unstoppable, with bosses coming one after another. It was truly a life full of twists and turns.

Then, he turned his gaze to the sword in the corpse's hand, his fingers stroking the spine of the blade. The patterns and rust on it were very rough; this must be the legendary Xuanyuan Sword.

The Yellow Emperor's power and essence were all transformed into the dragon veins of his spine. Even though the Xuanyuan Sword was a divine weapon, after thousands of years of wear and tear, the spirituality within the sword had been completely lost, and it no longer possessed its former wonder.

A sword only has meaning when it is used.

The Xuanyuan Sword left here is just an empty shell; its spirit died with the passing of the Yellow Emperor.

Su Ming sensed the lingering essence within the sword, sighed silently, walked to the corpse, bowed three times to the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan once more, and then turned and left.

……

In the mountains and forests.

"boom!"

The sky was cloudless and clear. Just then, a thunderbolt struck down from the sky, splitting open the roof and landing directly on the incense table. The clay statue on the Buddha's seat, which was already covered in dust, shattered into pieces and fell to the ground with a crash.

In a desolate, deserted corner of a dilapidated temple, a disheveled person suddenly opened his terrified eyes and collapsed in front of the altar.

The clay bodhisattva looked at the clay figure lying on the ground in front of him, a bitter smile on his face. He rolled over and turned his body over, staring blankly at the hole in the roof. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in, brushing aside the disheveled hair, revealing a terrifying human face underneath.

What a face it was! Its cheeks were covered with sores the size of broad beans, with flesh torn open and oozing festering, yellowish pus and blood, stinking to the point of nausea.

"boom!"

Another clap of thunder roared in the sky, and another bolt of lightning struck him with a deafening crash. The ground cracked open instantly, but he remained lying in the same spot, not even flinching.

For countless years, the clay bodhisattva had endured this fate, living a life worse than death. What did being struck by lightning matter? Suddenly, his eyes changed, his pupils contracted sharply, and something terrifying seemed to appear in the white sky.

His face contorted rapidly, contorted in agony.

Knowing that peeking into the secrets of heaven would only cause him more pain, he was already in a state of madness, vomiting blood as he took out a golden compass from his bosom. It was covered with countless tiny characters, intricate patterns, and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Four Symbols, the Five Elements, the Eight Trigrams, and all sorts of strange transformations.

This is the clay bodhisattva's prized possession, the "Fate Compass," which is mysterious and profound, seemingly able to communicate with the heavens and glimpse the secrets of destiny.

Because of the Heavenly Cry Scripture, he could see through the secrets of heaven, but the dramatic changes in the heavenly secrets before him still forced him to rely on the treasure to make calculations.

The clay bodhisattva placed one hand on the compass, and the originally dull and unmoving golden compass instantly changed, emitting a bright golden light that shot into the sky. The compass began to spin, and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Four Symbols, the Five Elements, and the Eight Trigrams all changed, with countless characters flickering on and off.

He stared intently at the changes in the five elements and eight trigrams on the compass, his other hand moving rapidly with his five fingers, his eyelids twitching as he made calculations, his fingertips seemingly leaving afterimages.

"puff!"

"How could this be? It's changed again, it's changed again! Who is it?"

He spat out another mouthful of blood mist, rolling on the ground, uttering broken, mournful howls.

"Why has it changed again? A great calamity, a bloody war across the world, the dragon's demise, the ocean's collapse—who is that person?"

Amidst desperate and piercing cries, another bolt of lightning struck, as if the heavens and earth were in fury, with wind and thunder rolling as if the sky were about to collapse.

The lightning bolt struck him directly, charring his entire body black. Countless poisonous sores on his face suddenly spurted out hundreds of blood spurts, a truly gruesome and unbearable sight, like a vengeful ghost.

"Damn you, Heaven... I have spent my whole life worshipping Heaven and Earth, calculating every secret of Heaven, and changing countless tragic fates. Could it be that I am wrong? But why have the secrets of Heaven changed so drastically? Why have their fates all changed?"

……

His heart-wrenching screams rang out again and again, and the sores on his face throbbed with pain, but the blow to his spirit was extremely heavy. Long before Su Ming came into this world, he had foreseen the changes in the heavens.

However, this time when Su Ming moved the dragon vein, a corner of the heavenly secret was revealed, but Mud Bodhisattva discovered an even more terrifying change in fate. The trajectories of the predetermined figures had all changed.

It's like living in the dark, and then one day you're told that you're just at the bottom of a dark well, and there's a vast sky outside. This kind of inner shock would shatter even the most steadfast heart of a clay bodhisattva.

If such a person truly exists, then what is the meaning of his existence as a clay bodhisattva?
At that moment, the clay bodhisattva felt like he was dying. But even though he suffered all this pain, he did not die in the end. Lightning surged in the sky and lasted for the entire duration of an incense stick burning.

The wind subsided and the thunder ceased. He struggled to his feet, trembling all over. Gazing at the gloomy sky, he reluctantly raised his trembling hands, counting with his fingers. His eyelids twitched rapidly, as if he had encountered something he couldn't understand, something incomprehensible, or something inconceivable. His already pitiful body grew even weaker.

"puff!"

Blood trickled from the corner of the clay bodhisattva's mouth again, and the clothes on its chest were covered in bloodstains. The blood sprayed onto the compass, causing a strange change.

He stared intently at the compass, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

Suddenly, he laughed, a bitter laugh, a laugh filled with unbearable sorrow, as if he were laughing at himself, at the world, or at the heavens.

He seemed to be laughing, yet also crying, his heavy breathing punctuated by broken, hoarse mutterings. "Heavenly secrets, is this the heavenly secrets? When man unleashes murderous intent, heaven and earth are overturned, haha, I, Mud Bodhisattva, was right, right..."

"boom!"

This time, there was no thunder or lightning. As soon as these words were spoken, the gloomy sky instantly turned into a strange crimson, like the clouds on the horizon at sunset. A torrential downpour began, the rain turning the sky yellow and muddy, like a long river hanging upside down, as if the sky had been cracked open.

He looked at this rare and terrifying sight and laughed even louder.

……

Outside Lingyun Cave, Duan Lang, a small figure, sat cross-legged, his eyes fixed on the dark cave.

He had been waiting here for half a month. In the past half month, the events that happened at the Leshan Giant Buddha had spread throughout the martial arts world. The appearance of the Fire Qilin had overshadowed the duel between Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai.

The legend of the Fire Qilin is very ancient, and almost every martial artist has heard of its name when they were young. But this time, the Fire Qilin not only came out, but also brought Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai into Lingyun Cave.

Everyone knows what the consequences would be if someone were brought in. Over the years, almost no one has heard of anyone entering Lingyun Cave and coming out alive. In fact, they simply don't know about those who did come out alive. Take Wu Wudi, for example. Who knew he had entered Lingyun Cave and left behind a legacy? If Di Shitian knew this, he certainly wouldn't let go of the opportunity to explore Lingyun Cave.

The river was calm, and traces of the flood were still faintly visible on the riverbank. The surrounding area was gradually becoming more lively, and even though it had been flooded, it was still a place where passenger ships and merchants would stop.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Were you waiting for me?"

Young Duan Lang stared wide-eyed, turning around in disbelief, only to see a peerless figure standing before him.

Upon seeing Su Ming, Duan Lang immediately tried to kneel down without saying a word. However, after bending his knees, he felt an invisible force supporting his body and preventing him from kneeling.

Even though he couldn't kneel, he insisted on bowing. "Master, please accept my bow!"

Su Ming sized him up, noticing a hint of sharpness in his eyes, and nodded. "I taught you swordsmanship because I didn't want you to follow the same path as the Duan family's ancestor, not because I'm your master. Don't worry, your father, Duan Shuai, was injured by the Fire Qilin when he entered Lingyun Cave, but he's not dead yet."

In fact, he also found it strange that, given Duan Lang and Nie Feng's experiences, they should be in the World Society now.

As a major supporting character in the early stages of Fengyun, Duan Shuai also had a tragic fate. His family fell into decline when he was young, and he was deeply influenced by his father, Duan Shuai, and was determined to restore the Duan family's prestige. He also had the ambition to unify the world.

After his father disappeared from Lingyun Cave, Duan Lang and Nie Feng were taken in by Xiong Ba. As a result, his good brother became Xiong Ba's apprentice, while he was just a menial servant. Later, he caused a great disaster and was put on a kill list by the World Society. At that time, Duan Lang still cherished his friendship with Nie Feng and once risked his life to save Nie Feng from the Sword Saint.

This shows that he was not inherently bad. However, due to his increasingly difficult experiences and the influence of the evil aura of the Fire Kirin Sword, he eventually turned completely evil and did not hesitate to betray his friend Nie Feng in order to achieve his goal.

Ultimately, through a series of fortuitous events, he became a minor boss in the midst of the storm.

Upon hearing the news that his father was not dead, Duan Lang felt a great weight lifted from his heart and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Master."

Su Ming shook his head. "I only taught you a set of sword techniques. How can I be your master?"

Duan Lang bowed respectfully and said in a measured tone, "Master risked danger to enter Lingyun Cave to investigate my father's whereabouts, and then taught me martial arts and gave me guidance. I am extremely grateful and hope that Master will accept me as your disciple so that I can serve you faithfully."

interesting.

Su Ming smiled knowingly. "Alright, then I will accept you as my disciple. However, in the future, when you travel the martial world, do not easily reveal my name."

Duan Lang was taken aback. "Why?"

Nonsense, of course he's afraid you'll die. He's destined to face those top figures in the future. Can your small frame, Duan Lang, withstand it?

Su Ming shook his head inwardly. "Just do as I say. I will stay here for ten days, and then I will leave. Come on, take me to your Duan family."

Duan Lang's face lit up with joy, "Disciple obeys!"

……

The Duan Family Manor was located next to the head of the Leshan Giant Buddha, covering an area of ​​several dozen acres and was quite large. However, as soon as Commander Duan entered Lingyun Cave, the Duan family fell into ruin. The once grand mansion became desolate, and many servants disappeared.

When Su Ming saw the Duan family, there was only a quiet little courtyard and two old servants.

Seeing the simple environment of the home, young Duan Lang scratched his head and quickly said, "Master, please forgive the simple environment. In the future, when I restore the Duan family's prestige, I will definitely make you happy."

Su Ming didn't take it to heart, and just glanced at him, "You've matured quite a bit in just over ten days."

"Master, please."

Then, the two stepped into the courtyard.

Over the next ten days, Su Ming instructed him in the Misty Sword Technique he had previously taught him, and also imparted the Ten Strong Martial Arts to him. He was also eager to see what kind of storm Duan Lang would stir up in the martial world after practicing the Misty Sword Technique and the Ten Strong Martial Arts.

The martial will contained within the top ten martial arts will reshape Duan Lang's character, causing a fundamental transformation in him. In addition, since he did not experience as many tragic and forbearing days as in the original work, he may well become another master swordsman. After all, Duan Lang's talent and wisdom are not lacking; he just lacks the fate of a protagonist.

Furthermore, given his opportunities, he might even be able to compete for the Peerless Sword in the future. As for Bu Jingyun losing the Peerless Sword, he will naturally have something else to make up for it.

Ten days later, when Duan Lang woke up and knocked on Su Ming's door, he found that Su Ming had already left.

After leaving the Duan family, Su Ming headed north towards the Tianxia Society.

(End of this chapter)