The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 391 First Encounter with Di Shitian, Po Jun: I never pay for my meals!
"Disperse!"

With a low murmur, the colossal sword that had gathered in the sky instantly transformed into the natural energy of heaven and earth, dissipating into the horizon.

"I remembered!"

Su Ming recalled the icy aura he had seen before. That power seemed to be related to Di Shitian's Sacred Heart Technique. Very few people in the world could master the Sacred Heart Technique, except for those in the Heavenly Gate Department.

Did I accidentally kill someone from Tianmen just now?
It was an unexpected disaster. It wasn't surprising that the strange phenomenon of his fight with the Sword Saint could be noticed by the masters of the time. What was surprising was that the old monster Di Shitian would notice him and even send someone over.

It's time to go and meet this old monster.

With a thought, Su Ming's mind sank into his sea of ​​consciousness:

Mirror owner: Su Ming

World: Storm

Identity: Broken Waves' Army

The origin of the world: 78,131
World Collapse Level: 7.3%
Number of times spacetime reflections were captured: zero
Number of times: zero
Su Ming thought to himself, "Compared to before, the source energy has increased considerably. The person who was killed must have been a very influential figure in the Heavenly Gate. Oh well, never mind. If he's dead, he's dead."

Now is the time to head to the World Society.

Su Ming took a light step, his figure dissipating like wisps of smoke, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a hundred feet away. Mountains and rivers flowed as if he were walking on flat ground, his destination being the Tianshan Mountains.

……

Tianyin City.

This is the headquarters of the World Society, located at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

As Su Ming stepped into the city, he saw that the streets were bustling with people and merchants. It was a large city that was rare even in the world. It must have taken a lot of manpower and resources to build a city out of thin air in this harsh northwest.

On the city walls, members of the World Society guarded the city and maintained order, ensuring the smooth operation of the entire city.

Seeing this, Su Ming's eyes showed a thoughtful look. "Although Xiong Ba was not a good ruler, the existence of the World Society brought real stability to the people. In comparison, the Central Plains court was far inferior."

In the world of turmoil, the presence of dynasties and imperial power has been minimized. Whether facing the rise of the World Society or the separatist rule of various sects such as Wushuang City, the imperial court is unable to cope.

In a sense, it was somewhat like the Li Tang court at the end of the Later Tang Dynasty, which could trample on any of the regional warlords.

However, the various separatist forces still respected the imperial court as the legitimate authority and acknowledged its righteous cause. Otherwise, Duan Lang and Jue Wushen, who invaded the Central Plains, would not have approached the imperial court.

Although the signboard was broken, it was still a signboard. Su Ming had no intention of helping them up, nor did he intend to kick it.

When he set foot in Tianyin City, at the headquarters of the World Society atop Tianshan Mountain, the fawning smile on the face of a thin young man wearing a tall hat of impermanence, wide robes and sleeves, and with his face covered in powder, froze. He exuded an eerie aura, and his eyes were gloomy.

"somebody is coming!"

Su Ming stayed in Tianyin City for a few days and saw the basis for the existence of the World Society in the operation of a city. In a sense, it replaced the functions of the government, such as collecting taxes, managing the city, and training disciples.

They regulate both the legitimate and the illegitimate, taking control of both sides. No wonder the world has developed so rapidly.

……

Su Ming strolled up the Tianshan Mountain. The long staircase was reached in the blink of an eye, but the disciples of the Tianxia Society guarding the place seemed not to see him at all, letting his figure disappear.

At the headquarters of the Tianxia Society atop Mount Tian, ​​Wen Chou Chou was handling sect affairs in the main hall.

Suddenly, the light seemed to dim, the wind and snow fell silent, and the entire world became quiet in an instant, without a sound.

"Indra, as you can see, I have come to find you!"

A warm, steady voice rang out in the lobby.

Wen Chou Chou's face turned pale. He looked up and suddenly saw a figure flash by. The figure was as fast as the wind and moved in an instant, already in front of him. The two were only a few inches apart, facing each other and looking at each other.

Suddenly, he chuckled strangely, his eyes darting around as if he were carefully scrutinizing Su Ming.

The next moment, ice spread from his body and then exploded into mist. Su Ming dodged backward and looked closely. The person in front of him no longer resembled Wen Chou Chou at all. He was wearing a gray robe, but his face was covered with a strange and icy mask. He had messy hair and looked like a madman.

"Interesting, very interesting! You killed my men, and you still dare to come to my door!" Di Shitian jumped and danced around, as if he had seen something interesting.

Su Ming's lips curled up slightly, a smile appearing on his handsome face. "In this world, the living and the dead are the most common things. You will die too, won't you?"

But this smile looked extremely cold to Di Shitian, making him feel inexplicably uneasy. Then, he shook his head and looked at Su Ming, "I am the heaven, I am the omnipotent heaven, can the heaven die?"

"I am the heavens, I control the life and death of all people, how could I die!"

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, his eyes full of smiles, "You killed one of my men, so you'll pay me back. As long as you serve me for fifty years, I'll give you your freedom."

Su Ming scoffed, "Serve you? What a boastful tone. Do you think I'm inferior to Wu Wudi?"

If we were to name the person Di Shitian hates the most, Wu Wudi would undoubtedly be number one in his heart. In an instant, his voice revealed a hint of killing intent, "I must say, you have angered the heavens!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed forward and appeared in front of Su Ming as if shrinking the distance between them, his right hand curling into a claw.

However, Su Mingjian had anticipated this under his inner vision. He didn't make any move; he didn't step, his shoulders didn't sway, and his body didn't move either. In an instant, he disappeared, but the next second, the two of them reappeared, standing quietly not far away.

His remaining figure was shattered by Di Shitian's claw, his form dissipating like bubbles in the wind. Not only did his figure vanish, but sharp sword energy also burst forth from the illusory afterimages.

Unable to dodge in time, a bright light flashed in Di Shitian's eyes, and the sword energy was frozen, turning into ice powder that then dissipated into nothingness.

Sword energy remains in form?

Di Shitian let out a soft exclamation, his regard for him increasing by three points. His figure flashed and he suddenly approached again. Just like before, he reached down with both hands. The person was clearly right in front of him, but the next moment the other party suddenly appeared not far away, as if he had appeared out of thin air, moving and changing.

Su Ming's swordsmanship improved, his mental cultivation reached a new level, and his innate primordial spirit grew much stronger. Di Shitian's actions were entirely within his prediction.

"interesting!"

Seeing this, Indra moved even faster, closing in on Su Ming, and suddenly opened his mouth and spat out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Several icy needles shot out instantly, aimed directly at Su Ming's chest.

However, Su Ming did not move at all. With just a flick of his eyes, the ice needles flew down and disappeared three feet away from Su Ming, just like a fish entering the water, a clay ox entering the sea, or ice melting into water, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Su Ming's smile remained unchanged, and he also figured out the other party's background. In the past few days, he had been constantly circulating the Nether Sea Returning Origin Force to investigate the anomalies on Tianshan Mountain. Unfortunately, the Tianshan Mountain range was too large, with countless ice layers and ice caves inside.

He couldn't find where Di Shitian was hiding, so he could only come to this world to test Wen Chou Chou.

Sure enough, how could an old fox like Indra expose his true form? The person in front of him was named Wen Chou Chou, but in reality, he was just an incarnation and puppet of Indra.

"Indra, this is not where your true self resides, is it?"

In an instant, Di Shitian's playful voice stopped abruptly, and his comical movements froze. Suddenly, his aura changed, as if he had become a different person. His eyes turned cold, and not only his eyes were cold, but his heart was also cold.

It was so cold that it felt like an ice statue, every inch of its body seemed to emanate an overwhelming chill that penetrated to the liver and lungs and seeped into the bone marrow, making people shiver uncontrollably.

"You actually know my identity?"

Upon being revealed to his true identity, Di Shitian suddenly spread his hands and his figure changed abruptly. He leaped from the spot and conjured dozens of identical figures out of thin air. In an instant, those figures moved as if they were all living people, each moving and chasing after the other, changing one after another. In a short time, the mountain steps were covered with the figure of this person.

However, Su Ming transformed into a sword shadow, like drifting clouds and mist, elusive and formless, merging into heaven and earth.

In an instant, their figures filled the entire hall and even the courtyard, densely packed together, but each time they were touched, their figures would disappear, without any real combat.

Seeing the opponent's methods, Su Ming's footwork suddenly changed, from ethereal to solid. He joined his two fingers together as a sword, and in an instant, a dazzling sword shadow appeared in the sky above Tianshan. Above the clouds, the wind and clouds gathered and condensed into a huge sword shape.

Inside the No. 1 Restaurant under Heaven, Xiong Ba, dressed in a purple-gold robe, raised his eyebrows, exuding an extremely imposing aura. "Who is it?"

A powerful and majestic voice echoed from the Number One Under Heaven Pavilion, reverberating throughout the entire mountain peak. Meanwhile, on the back mountain of Tianshan, the purple-robed leader, gazing at the sword shadows in the sky, muttered to himself, "This shouldn't be happening. How could someone like that appear in the World Alliance?"

Thinking of Xiong Ba and the World Society, a hint of hesitation appeared on his aged face. Then, another expression crept onto his face, and he uttered a strange sound, "Hehe, even if you went there, you couldn't save such a person. It's good to leave. No one in this world will know of your existence anymore."

……

In the blink of an eye, the sword energy took shape, reaching tens of feet in length. The giant sword fell from the clouds in the sky and struck the headquarters of the World Society directly.

A mighty sword aura descended from the sky, firmly locking onto Di Shitian. No matter how he dodged, the oppressive sword aura always found him, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Boom!"

The Tianshan Mountains trembled violently, the earth shook, and the tall staircase was severed in two by the sword. The magnificent Tianxia No. 1 Building was also split in two, leaving a huge sword mark, but it did not collapse and still stood in the same place.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot up from below the Great Sword from within the World Society.

It was none other than Indra's ultimate technique, "Indra's Heavenly Thunder!"

The sword energy and lightning strikes collided and dissipated, turning the entire hall and surrounding buildings into dust, with billowing dust sweeping in all directions.

In Su Ming's sword heart perception, Di Shitian's figure had disappeared and could no longer be found.

He flashed to the top of Tianshan Mountain, where a gray figure was speeding at the foot of the mountain.

One person stood silently on the mountaintop, while the other was already at the foot of the mountain. Although the two were far apart and could hardly be seen with the naked eye, as if sensing his gaze, the gray figure stopped and looked across the distance. His gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds and mist, and in an instant, he flew hundreds of feet.

The chilling killing intent hidden behind the ice was palpable even through the space, and Su Ming could clearly sense it.

When he turned around again, he saw a yellow figure under the collapsed building; it was Wen Chou Chou, who had been fawning over Xiong Ba.

Su Ming shook his head, "He didn't even need an avatar, he cut off his tail to escape, no wonder he was beaten half to death by Wu Wudi!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure slowly disappeared.

A moment later, Xiong Ba's burly figure arrived. Seeing the devastation and the ugly figure in the ruins, he snorted coldly, his expression growing increasingly gloomy. Without saying a word, he turned and left.

The entire World Society was in chaos at this moment, and no one knew what had happened. The entire World Society headquarters looked as if it had been cleaved in two by a sword, leaving a deep sword mark on the mountain buildings from top to bottom, which was shocking to behold.

……

As the sun dips westward in the distance, its setting rays cast long shadows across the weathered stone street, seemingly foreshadowing misfortune.

The streets were bustling with people, mostly passing caravans and merchant vehicles. As dusk fell, the town gradually became quiet.

Suddenly, the street, which had previously been somewhat bustling with people, became completely silent for some reason, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Until someone arrived.

Pedestrians turned around and saw a person standing at the street corner. This person had white hair and eyebrows, a sinister look on his face, a sword on his back, a sinister expression, and an ominous aura emanating from his entire body, which made people feel uneasy.

Before long, pedestrians and vendors scattered like birds and beasts, fearing they might get into trouble.

This man was none other than Po Jun.

He strolled down the street as darkness slowly fell, and a dim yellow light hung in the distance in the darkness; it was a shop located on a street corner.

The shop was run by a husband and wife. The man was putting firewood into the boiler to boil soy milk, while the woman was skillfully rolling out dumpling wrappers.

A sudden sound of footsteps echoed on the quiet street, approaching from afar. The man instinctively looked up in the direction of the sound, hoping that the person would come into the shop for a visit.

But when he looked up, he was taken aback. In the time it took him to be stunned, the owner of the footsteps had already walked over and stepped into the lamplight in the still-dark morning light.

"Good food, bring it up quickly!" A fierce voice rang in his ears, and the aura emanating from it sent a chill down the man's spine.

He realized what was happening and saw the man carrying swords sitting on the stall. He approached shakily and asked, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

Po Jun slammed his hand on the table and said impatiently, "Bring up whatever food you have. Don't let me starve."

Immediately, the restaurant owners hurriedly served the food.

The meals were simple: soy milk, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables.

Before long, Po Jun finished his meal and was ready to leave. As he reached the door, the man saw his menacing figure, gritted his teeth, and chased after him, saying, "Sir, you haven't paid yet."

Po Jun raised an eyebrow and shouted sharply, "Get lost! I never pay for my meals!"

The moment the voice rang out, the man was so frightened that he took a few steps back and dared not ask any more questions.

After Po Jun left, the man who returned to the light stopped moving. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that a sword mark had appeared between his eyebrows, as had the woman in the kitchen and the dog guarding the side.

The whole family died silently.

What might be two lives for others is nothing more than an ordinary occurrence for Po Jun.

After eating and drinking his fill, he walked down the street, intending to find an inn to stay in.

"Yi Yi, buzz buzz..."

Suddenly, in the pitch-black night, a faint, melodious zither sound was heard coming from the long street; it was the sound of a huqin (a two-stringed bowed instrument).

The music was mournful and poignant, like a sigh or a sob. The music was intermittent, seemingly about to end but unable to, like a thread that was hard to break, or like drifting clouds on the horizon, or like the endless grudges and affections of this world.

"Hmph, I didn't come looking for you, but you came looking for me!"

That familiar voice—who else could it be but his good junior brother?

Po Jun snorted coldly, his gaze like lightning, falling straight to the end of the street. His eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger, hatred, and resentment. He thought that he had fallen to such a state as a stray dog, all thanks to that person.

How could he not hate all of this? The decline of the Sword Sect, and even the death of his father, were all caused by this person. How could he not resent it? Moreover, there was the Sword Sect's supreme secret manual, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, which he longed for.

"Nameless, get out here, or I'll kill everyone here!"

The voice just fell.

"Po Jun, I didn't expect you to still look the same after all these years!" A slightly hoarse voice suddenly rang out from the street corner, carrying a hint of desolation and loneliness.

Po Jun turned his head and saw a gray-clad man carrying a zither coming from the darkness.

"Nameless? You've finally shown up!"

Wuming lowered his head, as if he were engrossed in playing the violin.

Annoyed by the music, Po Jun said impatiently, "I'm not here to waste my breath on you today. Hand over the other half of the key to the Myriad Swords Return to One!"

Wuming scrutinized Pojun and sighed softly, "The 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' is a secret technique of the 'Sword Sect' that is not passed down to others. You are bloodthirsty and warlike, and your temper is unpredictable. If this manual falls into your hands, I'm afraid the martial world will be plunged into another bloodbath!"

"Back then, I spared you because you were my senior brother and also my master's bloodline, but I never expected that you would poison my wife."

Upon hearing him recount these past events, Po Jun readily admitted it and burst into uncontrollable laughter, "Hahaha, you actually guessed it! Hahaha, that's right, it was me who did it! I'm going to make sure your family is destroyed!"

Nameless was filled with grief, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "In matters of the martial world, the harm should not extend to wives and children. How could you do this?"

Po Jun was already very impatient. "I don't care about your rules of the martial world. I'll kill if I want to. What right do you have to lecture me? You killed far more people than I did back then."

"What I can't stand the most is a hypocrite like you. I did it, so what? It's none of your business to talk about the fate of the people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce aura surged from his body, extremely menacing and chilling. The long sword on his back trembled slightly, as if in response to his own aura.

Po Jun grinned and sneered, "I was no match for you back then, but I'm not afraid of you now. Come on, I'm going to defeat you and take my Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

(End of this chapter)