The sword unconsciously came to the foot of the magnificent white city wall and walked in the shadows cast by the huge wall.

The guards on the wall saluted him with cheers under the giant crossbow arrows, and the sword nodded in response.

Every time he passed through the white wall, sadness would always well-up in the bottom of the sword's heart.

The white giant wall of more than 20 meters high encloses the entire imperial city impermeable, and the walls on both sides of the four city gates are carved with various names by famous artists.

On both sides of the Suzaku Gate, where the sword is located, are engraved with the names of the past human emperors, and there are thirty-two human emperors so far.

Emperors are short-lived, and the Tianji Empire has a history of more than 1,000 years, and the average reign of the emperor is only 30 years.

Every small deed of past emperors is engraved on it.

The wall of the South Xuanwu Gate is carved with people who have achieved fame, most of the swords are unknown, but a small part is his friends, and the moment the name is engraved on the white wall, it means that heaven and man will say goodbye forever.

The sword's gaze rested on the name 'Win the Sky' at the end of the white wall, which was the beginning of the Tianji Empire.

Emperor Shiren, Win Heaven {989 - 1064 of the New Era. At the age of 75}

In the year 1012 of the new century, the twenty-three-year-old Yingtian led fifty villagers to the troubled times in Qingteng Town, fighting the mountain banders, breaking one thousand with fifty, killing nine hundred, descending one hundred, and embarking on the journey.

In 1022, the Northern Wilderness was unified, ten states were established, and the country was named Huangfeng.

In the 1034th year of the new century, the Xianfan War broke out, and the Emperor of Yingtian led the kings of ten states and five million warriors to resist the immortal cultivators for more than 30 years.

In the new century 1064, Xianfan fought the final battle, and the dying emperor died under the sword of the immortal cultivator, and the murderer was nowhere to be seen.

Jian sighed, remembering the first time he saw Yingtian.

It was a long time ago, in a robber territory.

A sunny young man sat on a horse, with a team of dozens of people behind him.

The young man examined the sword calmly. "Don't go any further, there's a den of robbers in front of you, and they kill people without blinking. ”

"And what about you, are you a robber too?" asked the sword.

The young man laughed. "No, I will lead people to surround and suppress the robbers, and return peace to the civilians here. ”

"I'm not afraid of robbers. "The sword could see that there was an unknown power circulating in the young man's body, and he did not belong to the immortal cultivators, but he was extremely fierce.

The young man looked his sword up and down. "You're very powerful, do you want to come with me? I'm going to conquer the world on horseback. ”

Jian smiled dumbly, and at first thought it was just the young man's crazy words, but he found that the people behind the young man were even older, and they all looked serious and admired the young man very much.

There was also determination in the eyes of the young man, which was daunting, and even he was almost conquered.

Sword chuckled, wandering around on his own for too long. "Okay, it's just boring, it's not bad to accompany you to break through, what's the benefit of me?"

The young man leaked a puzzled expression, to be honest, he was a little surprised, and it was useless to prepare a bunch of big truths.

The young man laughed heartily, "Give him a horse to chase the wind." ”

Immediately someone brought in a sturdy brown horse.

"Who are you, where are you from?" the sword took the reins and stroked the mane of the horse, and he saw through the young man's heart, which was very wonderful.

"Win the sky!" the young man's smile was still the same, "Qingteng Town, a former horse breeder, standing behind me are my companions, we will create a new world." ”

"What kind of world?" Jian asked.

"The poor can eat three meals, the rich know repentance, let those who are in high positions fear us, and let those who are high up know the power of mortals. ”

"You have so many horses, and I think you used to be a rich man. The sword scanned the huge team behind Yingtian, the horses were well cared for, much stronger than ordinary horses.

"A rich man who knows repentance, I have divided all my property among those who come behind me. "Win the sky on horseback. "Do you really want to join?"

Maybe it's because he has been lonely for too long, and he wants to add some fun to his life, so the sword ghost nodded his head poorly. "I joined. ”

Jian then added, "However, what you have to do is great, and it is not easy for a mortal to accomplish. ”

Ying Tian smiled: "There are some things that only mortals can do. ”

Sword followed Yingtian for ten years and saw the courage and strength of mortals.

He naturally became the sword that won the sky, overcoming obstacles and being invincible.

An empire slowly formed.

The Northern Wilderness governed by Yingtian is like a peaceful and prosperous era, and it also does what he promised, the poor can eat, and everyone lives and works in peace and contentment.

Yingtian is not only an emperor, but also a creator, creating many unimaginable things, and at the same time creating a martial art that is instantly gorgeous, and is the strongest mortal in the world.

Even if the sword is in a state of total victory, he is not sure to defeat Winning Heaven.

Time is very unfair to mortals, even people like Yingtian can't escape the passage of time.

Jian once suggested that Yingtian cultivate the method of immortality.

Ying Tian, who had frosted temples, smiled and said: Leave this world to young people, I won't cultivate any immortal methods, then I won't be considered human.

In the long life of the sword, it seems that it is only a few blinks of an eye, and the once high-spirited young man wins the sky and becomes the old man emperor who is about to die, and in the last battle, the emperor died.

On that day, the final battle between the immortals and the mortals.

Ken wore a simple robe similar to what he wears now, and he has always liked simple and comfortable clothes.

As one of the few outliers in the mortal camp, he saw the seventy-five-year-old Human Emperor raise his arms and roar.

Yingtian is already too old, but he seems to have returned to the youth when he sat on a horse and led everyone, and his blood was surging.

The next moment, an ordinary flying sword that could no longer be ordinary swept by, ending the legend.

"Farewell, Chief, may you gallop on horseback in another world, never stopping. The sword stroked the name on the white wall, walked into the shadow of the Suzaku Gate Cave, and left the imperial city.

The sword's heart was heavy, and the torture village where the Thousand Feather Pavilion died tragically was his friend, a strong and loyal friend.

He had to investigate the destruction of the Thousand Feather Pavilion first, and then go all the way north to find the prophesied person.

I have to sigh at the fairness of time, no matter who you have, the time you have in a day is the same.

Time is like a sharp blade that cuts through everything that can and can't be cut.

This has been true for the sword for more than 2,000 years, and it is the same when death comes.

From time to time, the emotionless laughter of the old blind man echoed in his mind, "Hehe, sword, my friend, you are hesitating and wanting to make up for your mistakes, so I said that the most dangerous person is you, I must warn you, I have seen that in this era, your legend will come to an end completely, the evil dragon has been reincarnated, this time it is stronger, and it is time for the demons to make trouble." ”

The old blind man's death prophecy hung over his heart like a dark cloud, lingering.

The sword quickened his pace, his face solemn, and his eyes repeated destruction and rebirth.

He lived long enough and left behind a lot of legends.

Those who tell the story will only look at the glamorous surface, and will not see the hardships behind the legends.

He once took his companion on a journey to fight evil, and watched his companion die of illness and be mutilated by evil during the journey.

In the end, only he survived, go to the fucking legend.

Legends are all rhetoric about stepping on someone else's bones.

The sword is spurned in the heart, it is impossible for people to live stronger and stronger, the day the sun is extinguished, time is a chronic poison without an antidote.

Now his strength is not as good as before, but he doesn't care about life and death.

He would continue to fight until that damn black dragon was completely dead.