Legendary Sword God Sect - Chapter 120

When Nightin said this, the aura he was eluding suddenly grew much stronger in an instant as the sword which was held in his hand, started to burn with nether flames of a purplish colour.

The flames wasn’t emitting any heat, or coldness, it didn’t give one an feeling of holiness, or despair. It just seemed calm, peaceful, just like the flames of a matchstick from the mundane world lit up by children for fun, yet its perseverance showed its uniqueness.

Even so, the flame was currently still unstable as his eyes started to close, his body was breathing so slowly that one might even suspect that he is already dead. But both Dave and Glacier knew what was going on, he had entered the sudden state of enlightenment.

Glacier immediately ordered “Dave, I forbid you from making a move on him until the moment he is ready.”

Dave turned around, half kneeled and replied in a respectful tone “Don’t worry young dragon lord, even if you did not remind me to wait, I would still do it out of my personal pride.”

As someone who has lived for tens of thousand of years, what he fears most is that he would one day end up like those maniacs, those who fear that the younger generation would overtake them and usurp their current location of ruler.

Now, would be the best chance for him to stabilize himself before he loses sense of who he once was. If not for his seniors who had been protecting and showering him with care since young, he would already be dead, not to mention being a leader figure in the dragon clan.

In Nightin’s consciousness, he could sense that there was something calling out to him as he walked in the pitch blackness, his vision was totally blocked off and he couldn’t hear anything else except for that soft resonating sound.

Vzzt Vzzt

Vzzt Vzzt

Focusing his mind to listen more closely, he gradually walked towards the sound which was gradually growing louder with every step he took.

Vzzt Vzzt

Was it fear or anticipation on what lays ahead, just how long would this endless path be and just where would it lead to?

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Back in the Nirvana sect, everything had been going well in the one month which had passed ever since Nightin left.

The Nirvana sect has officially been recognised as a Emperor force and even rose to the upper realm, their reputation was well known by everyone and even the Saint forces avoided picking a fight with them.

The Nirvana sect had been performing good deeds ever since the first day they ascended, they may have taken over an entire plot of land ten times their previous size in the lower realm, allowing them to accomadate up to a hundred thousand members.

The Nirvana sect may only have around eighty thousand man in terms of numbers, but their numbers were well allocated to help everyone nearby their land.

They cleared the various demon beasts and took in the rare species under them, but no one had any complains as they deserve to possess them.

They took out all the surrounding bandits and vilians and even gave the mortals their own plot of land for gardening. The Nirvana sect would then do trading with them for a fair price and if their descendents end up having cultivation talent, they can enter the “foundation” tier of the Nirvana sect.

They even managed to find a ninth grade spirit root to be placed in the core area of their sect, making their cultivation speed at least ten times the speed of others even in the upper realm.

Alexander and his army made up thirty thousand of the manpower alone and were the ones in charge of all these.

A thousand of them were responsible for intelligence gathering and the other nine thousand took on respective duties in the sect.

They had their own alchemist branch opened up with the newly expanded land which was about a 20% gain in just an month, elixirs were being sold and they were selling their personally crafted weapons as well.

This caused many wandering cultivators to flock towards them and attempt to find a job and they even managed to recruit two brothers.

The elder brother was Kevin and he was a seventh grade Forgist at the age of seventy two with a second gate Martial Emperor realm.

The younger brother was Calvin and he was a seventh grade Alchemist at the age of sixty eight with a first gate Martial Emperor realm.

As for sixth grade Forgists, they had three of them and four sixth grade Alchemists. Those below the fourth tier would undergo lessons until they become a fourth grade alchemist, only then would they be assigned a minor branch of their own.

Even though they would have to pass up 20% of their annual earnings to the Nirvana sect, the remaining was more than enough for their branch development.

In terms of resource income, they were earning about ten thousand high grade spirit stones yearly at the moment, that was already much above most Emperor forces which only earn a few thousand annually.

As for their disciples, each of them were at the Martial Spirit realm while at least thirty percent of them were at the Martial Lord realm.

Last but not least, everyone was shocked when they heard of one thing, Lancelot had actually cultivated a divine law as well, the divine law of Chaos which brings about great destruction and disorder.

Right now, the Nirvana sect had set their sights on an ancient runes in the middle of the universe, where a new realm of unknown grade would appear.

That would be five years from now and they had already began their preparations.