Legendary Sword God Sect - Chapter 146

Nightin however is oblivious to everything that is going on, his eyes are blindfolded with white bandages and blood is leaking from his mouth.

His body is painted a light shade of red and light cuts of blood covered his body from head to toe, his eyes were sliced in the process as well and he had to protect them with a bandage infused with spirit energy.

Just what is the Chaos Dragon doing right now? Nightin asks internally as he opens his senses to its limit, feeling the wind and fire elements near him.

He could feel the firestorm element within his body beaming with joy as they frantically absorbed all the spirit energy, just a few hundred more days in the outside world worth of time and he would open the first gate, bound to be a transcendent gate.

In the past, he could have assume that the first gate might be the firestorm law while the other eight are gates that contain traces of Samsara, but what awaits him in the present is mist waiting to be explored.

Will the effects of just one Samsara gate be enough or will it be too weak and break the balance? Will this affect his future strength and growth potential negatively or will it become one of his most valuable assets?

Unable to come up with an answer, Nightin retracts the spirit energy protecting his body, it’s about time that he lets time decides the answer for itself and maybe even accept fate for once.

“Young fella, your decision isn’t wrong, but don’t ever allow the wheel of fate to play its game or you’ll end up losing. Do heed my words.” The voice of Phoenix sounded from Nightin’s mind.

“Master Phoenix, are you still alive?” Even though the Ancestor Phoenix may not have taken Nightin in as his disciple officially, but he’s sure that Phoenix must have been thinking about the same idea in mind.

It might have been fate that brought them together because the Ancestor Phoenix couldn’t locate or call for any of his disciples out there, but both of them had taking a liking to each other character when they were still weak.

Drip Drop

The sound of dripping water was heard before the scenery before him changed, from the previous ancient runes of thick fire and wind elements, all he could see right now are the raging flames and the devastating water clashing at each other.

The water is being evaporated by the flames at every contact, water vapour and every single bit of the process going on was crystal clear to Nightin, the flames were dominating and prevailing against the ocean, the ruler of the seas lost to the Marquis of flames.

“Young fella, you should understand that a Phoenix can undergo nine rebirths and even though it’s a legend, I as someone who was once at the eighth rebirth can tell you that I’ll be back within a hundred years. My strength will exceed my peak and I’ll be a Overlord Phoenix at the pinnacle of this cultivation world, but even so, the fate of this cultivation universe lays on your weighed shoulder.”

It was Phoenix’s voice again, except that it’ll the first time that Nightin heard his master Phoenix voice brimming with energy and full of confidence.

“Casper is it?” Don’t worry and just wait because I’ll be seeking you for the truth soon. If you ever held any malicious intent towards the three divine birds species, then don’t blame me for being cruel towards you.” Nightin mutters under his breath, his fist clenched.

The next moment however, the water rose in height and towered over the raging flames of searing heat until a giant was standing before a dwarf.

The fate of the battle was sealed as the flames entered eternal slumber before returning for the second battle and while the strength of the water only grew slightly, the flames had doubled in height and was now able to stand on equal terms of power against the water before fading away to nurture again.

The water had no need to try improving its strength anymore because it’ll still perish when the flames come back and tower over it much more than it once did.

In a frantic attempt, the once dominant tidal wave abandoned its territory built up over the past hundred years with the mindset of returning for revenge a thousand years later.

Yet a thousand years later was when it realised that it was being foolish, the raging which were once defeated under its surging water had not only taken over its territory, but also ruled over all the lands.

That was the true story of Phoenix who was just a abandoned child from the divine Phoenix race at first, only returning to his true home and enjoy eternal glory after his sixth Nirvana Rebirth.

On that day, Phoenix was occupied with trying to conquer a new plot of land when he suddenly sensed scorching flames from far. The flames… Why do they feel so similar?

Confident in his own strength, Phoenix investigated further as he took an emergency leave and instructed his advisors to come up with a plan before he returns.

Gliding through the sky and heading towards that unfamiliar feeling of belonging, he soon arrived at a place where boiling water were the ground for razor flames spiking to the sky.

The place felt comfortable for him and as he ventured even deeper, he realised that it was a group of people weaker than him, but of the same species. He may not know, but even the current leader of the Divine Phoenix race is only at the sixth nirvana rebirth as well. He was old on his years and when the group sensed the Phoenix Ancestor arrival, they first questioned his background.

“What are you doing here instead of staying in the Phoenix race?” One of the phoenix screeches and ask, taking on the form of a elegant middle age man, same going for those behind him.

“So we’re going to communicate in human form first instead of an answer?” The Phoenix Ancestor said coldly at that time as crimson hair straight to his waist made a perfect division at the centre of his back, his facial features only exist in the pinnacle artworks known to man and his demeanor was just too dominating.

His eyes were commanding, his voice was persuasive, his tone was that of a natural leader. When his crimson eyes seemingly made of glass like eyes stared straight at them, the other Phoenixes could feel their soul crying out in fear and silent pleas leaking from their mouth.

Only one of the elder Phoenix of the fifth Nirvana Rebirth leading the group stepped out and said “I do not know what you’re doing here later, do you perhaps have any marking or item which we can recognise?” His voice was weak from old age, but steady.

“Very well, have you seen this amulet before?” The young Phoenix asks as he took out an amulet, the other area was of glossy ice of absolute freezing temperature and in the middle was a gem radiating the brightest flames he has ever seen.

“This… That’s the legendary artifact our Phoenix race lost!” The old man lost control of himself as another man from behind questions sharply “Just who are you and what gave you the courage to steal from us!?”

The young Phoenix Ancestor smirks and says “Don’t you think you’re going overboard right now? I don’t even know about this thing until I discovered it unintentionally and now that I’m asking, you’re already half deeming me dead!?”

“Panix, step down! I’ll contact the Phoenix Head straightaway. Young Phoenix please give me a moment.” The Phoenix old on his years said before stepping back to communicate with the Phoenix head.

And I haven’t even gestured. The young Phoenix Ancestor thought to himself as he watched the other few phoenixes playing around like little children, he should have been like them though he feared it. It meant that he wouldn’t have the strength and rack of achievements acquired after thousands of years and blood shed effort.

Every single land and every single drop of water in this area has been contaminated by his blood, it was his immensely fast recovery speed that made others fear him, he was immortal.

From there onwards, the current Phoenix Ancestor before him had actually encouraged him to return, the lands that he had fought for over these years will still be his and everyone in the Divine Phoenix race will be under his rule.

Agreeing to the conditions blindly, he only discovered that it was a scheme that the already dead Phoenix Ancestor had planned, he had intended to silence him and make use of his Nirvana flame sprite to seek the seventh rebirth, oblivious to the fact that he was nothing but a strong foe unworthy of the second strike.

Before Nightin could even react from these bits and pieces of memories, he was forcibly pulled out from the memory tunnel as his blindfold unfolded itself before his eyes.