After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

"boom!"

The entire world of Sword River collapsed with a roar, and a giant sword shot into the sky, carrying a group of people out of this world.

Looking back, all that could be seen was a collapsed void; the Sword River had dried up, and the canyon that had stood for countless years was gone.

"Walk!"

The giant sword, carrying a group of people, vanished from this world in an instant.

for a long time

The sky tore open, and a woman in blue descended upon this world. Her demonic aura surged, causing the surrounding sky to tremble.

A saint from the Flame Clan arrived late from afar and immediately knelt down upon seeing her.

"The Great Sage of the Azure Kite!"

This is actually a great sage.

He looked at the demon woman in front of him, then at the collapsed void, and his heart trembled slightly.

He heard that the elemental race had arrived from the demon race sequence.

Could it be here?

Could it be that one of the sequence members has died?

The Great Sage Cangyuan gazed at that world, opened one eye on her forehead, and a phantom of a roc appeared behind her.

"Sword spirit, eerie..."

She focused her mind, and with a grab in the air, a piece of snakeskin fell into her hand. Sensing the aura on the snakeskin, her expression grew even colder.

"It's those damn weird things again."

She said that, and then vanished into thin air. Only then did the saint of the Flame Clan raise his head and breathe a slight sigh of relief.

But then his expression changed again.

"Something strange has happened in our ancestral land. Return immediately."

A divine thought transmitted to his mind, and he was slightly startled.

Why would something strange happen in our ancestral land?

The next moment, he also transformed into a wisp of heavenly fire and vanished into the sky.

Not only the elemental race, but also strange figures appeared in many places in the Xuanhuang Great World at the same time, each appearance bringing a calamity.

It is bizarre, born to devour all living beings.

As for Qin Ming and Qin Ge, no living beings mentioned them again, and the Flame Clan stopped their pursuit of them.

To the living beings of the world, there was a strange phenomenon: everyone, including the demon race's Cang Huo, died in that so-called quasi-emperor's tomb.

Deep in the mountains, in a desolate valley almost devoid of spiritual energy, the sound of a zither rises, each note a lament, a mournful lament, as if a funeral dirge.

This is Qin Ge's zither music.

However, this piece of music does not convey the idea of ​​endless life; instead, it is filled with desolation and mourning.

Ahead, the group of rescued humans knelt at the valley entrance, weeping as they faced the corpses scattered across the desolate valley.

"This is the current state of humanity."

Lingyu looked at this scene and said.

"This is just one example. Humans are being slaughtered all the time in the Xuanhuang Great World, but their reproductive ability is indeed strong."

"They seem impossible to kill or exterminate."

She said that she had heard many stories about the human race, and for some reason, many races in the Xuanhuang Great World were inexplicably hostile to the human race.

Qin Ming remained silent, simply standing quietly beside Qin Ge. For some reason, he felt as if another force had appeared within Qin Ge.

This force is somewhat similar to something eerie, but it is not the same.

Beside it, a sword stood suspended in mid-air, and a phantom stood beside the sword—the sword spirit, still existing in the form of its master.

"One day, they will pay the price."

Gu Yi said, clutching the sword box tightly, suppressing his anger.

It was only then that he realized how miserable the human race outside the Nine Provinces was. The human race in the Nine Provinces was still able to survive, while they were no different from animals.

Even if they survive in this narrow space, their entire clan will still be wiped out.

As dawn broke, a group of humans returned to the desolate valley to tidy up their houses and bury the corpses. The young prodigy then came before them.

The old clan chief behind him was watching him.

"I want to follow you."

The young prodigy spoke, and then he was about to kneel down in front of Qin Ming and his group, but Qin Ming reached out and stopped him from kneeling.

He looked up at Qin Ming, who simply smiled slightly.

"You are their hope. Are you sure you want to come with us? We're going to the Spirit Race to participate in the Grand Tournament of All Races."

"We will face even more alien races there, and we could die at any moment."

The young prodigy nodded, showing no sign of backing down.

"I know."

"But I know even more that the human race needs people like us. If we keep hiding from the human race, we will only live like rats forever."

"Humans need people to pave the way for those who come after, even if it means death."

"I'm willing to be that kind of person."

He spoke with a determined look on his face, and Qin Ming looked at him and nodded.

And so he bid farewell to the desolate valley. He did not look back. He knew that the old clan chief was watching him, but he also knew that he could not turn back.

"What's your name?"

"The torch."

"A good name."

"Actually, we don't necessarily have to die. The master has already shielded us from the most powerful enemy. We just need to follow the master's path."

"Humans are not as weak as people imagine."

……

The four-person team has gained another member, a young human named Xin Huo.

Shengjing, the Imperial Library!

"Spark, a good name."

Lin Fan pulled a book from the shelf, paused slightly, and then spoke.

That night, Xin Huo had a dream in which he saw a young man in white who asked him a question.

"Would you like to learn archery?"

He looked at him with a smile, which calmed his entire heart.

All the previous pain seemed to be relieved here, and the road ahead didn't seem so difficult anymore.

"Um."

He replied.

Then the white-clad youth in the dream shot an arrow toward the heavens and earth.

Using heaven and earth as a bow and the Great Dao as an arrow, he pierced through the vast sky, and this scene was imprinted in his mind.

call!

On the giant sword, he suddenly awoke, and amidst the astonished gazes of Qin Ming and the others, he took the bow from his waist and shot an arrow into the sky.

When he shot that arrow, they all saw a shadow of Lin Fan in him.

Everyone was shocked.

The giant sword also stopped, and its spirit materialized, looking solemnly at the firewood that was drawing its bow and shooting arrows.

"laugh!"

This arrow wasn't powerful, but it carried an indescribable Daoist charm. It was only in its nascent stage, yet it was still awe-inspiring.

After a long while, Xin Huo came to his senses and was taken aback when he saw everyone's gaze.

"I had a dream..."

He described the scene in his dream, and the people on the giant sword were all startled when he finished speaking.

"Yes, sir."

Qin Ge said, looking at the torch and then at the zither in her hand, her expression filled with many unspeakable emotions.

Lingyu was shocked and unconsciously looked at the surrounding sky.

Is that one watching them?

Just like her, the sword spirit swept across the void with its sword intent, leaving only emptiness and no one to hide behind.

gentlemen?

Xin Huo was also taken aback.

He knew who the "master" Qin Ming was referring to was.

He was the guide for Qin Ming and Qin Ge, a true saint of the human race, the guardian behind the scenes of the Nine Provinces, and an incomparably powerful being.

That man in white was him...

Thinking of this, he suddenly bowed towards the vast emptiness.

"Thank you for preaching, sir!"