Remould the Glory of Sword Art

The torrents of Earth Abyss Lake surged violently.

The treasure ship floated with the waves, flowing towards the towering entrance of the Secret Realm.

"...Ancestor, you're awake."

On the Martial Sect Treasure Ship, a faint red glow ignited, tearing through the darkness. The elder in the red robe leaning against the mast gradually awoke.

Seeing this, Ye Qinglian hurriedly approached, offering the healing elixir from Baihua Valley.

"No need... I'm not seriously injured."

Ye Ancestor waved his hand, refusing the elixir.

Though he was in poor condition, his complexion was no longer pale.

After operating the "Rejuvenation Technique," Ye Ancestor recovered from the exhausting state of the "Flame Flower Style," and the surrounding Sword Qi Divine Radiance gained a bit more pressure.

He slowly lowered his head.

The large red robe was soaked in blood, bearing his blood, Wu Zhexian's blood, and Lu Yuzhen's...

Recalling the fierce battle just now, Ye Ancestor's eyes showed traces of mourning.

"Zhou Ceng." Ye Ancestor hoarsely spoke.

"...Senior, I've been here the whole time."

Not far from the mast, Zhou Ceng, with his black shirt and loose white hair, stepped forward and responded softly.

Since Ye Ancestor appeared, Zhou Ceng stayed with the Baihua Valley disciples, waiting for Ye Ancestor to awaken, hoping to understand what happened to his master.

"Sect Master Wu... fell in battle."

After much hesitation, Ye Ancestor slowly spoke: "He and I fought fiercely together... We had the chance to win this battle."

Zhou Ceng's body slightly tensed.

Other Martial Sect disciples, upon hearing this, clenched their fists.

This voice, Ye Ancestor did not shield...

Thus, everyone on the surrounding treasure ships heard it clearly.

Prior, some held onto "hope," praying Sect Master Wu's jade token's breaking was merely an accidental mistake... But now this bleak "hope" was directly shattered.

"Senior..."

The winds of Earth Abyss blew, strands of hair veiling Zhou Ceng's eyes.

No pain is greater than a death of the heart, the white-haired man's voice lightly inquired: "I wish to know... how did my master fall in battle?"

Everyone wanted to know the details of this disastrous battle.

The fights between Yang God Realm beings were undeniably fierce...

Yet with Wu Zhexian's strength, even if he faced defeat, he should have had a chance to escape.

"It's all my fault."

Ye Ancestor was silent for a long time, mumbling: "We had a chance to leave... If I had stopped him, perhaps the outcome would have been different."

He reached out his hand, gesturing to Zhou Ceng.

Red sword radiance swirled and spread.

Baihua Valley disciples retreated swiftly.

A space of three inches of clear land burned open between Ye Ancestor and Zhou Ceng.

Zhou Ceng stepped into the area covered by the sword radiance.

"Next... is what happened within the White Paper Barrier..."

Ye Ancestor's expression carried regret and guilt as he slowly extended his palm, gently pressing it on Zhou Ceng's forehead.

...

...

Moments later.

Zhou Ceng slowly opened his eyes.

He silently processed the "Divine Sea Memory" passed on by Ye Ancestor, his expression complex.

"I know, the truth is hard to accept."

Ye Ancestor lowered his gaze, saying: "But... reality is like this, we have no other choice."

After leaving the battle within the White Paper Barrier.

Ye Ancestor began Sword Control towards Earth Abyss; he burned what little Sword Qi he had left and found the Great Chu Treasure Ship...

In his current state, he was no longer able to sustain further battles.

The only way to leave South Border was to first enter this Secret Realm.

"I suffered severe injuries in this battle, I will need some time to rest..."

Ye Ancestor sincerely looked at Zhou Ceng.

He weakly said: "During this time, outside matters shall be entrusted to you."

Zhou Ceng was Wu Zhexian's most proud disciple.

He was also the strongest Yin God amidst the numerous Holy Lands in the Southern Border Demon Cleansing.

"Regarding the truth of the battle just now..."

Zhou Ceng fell into thought and murmured: "How should I handle it?"

"It's up to you."

Ye Ancestor smiled somewhat regretfully and said: "I have told you everything I know... The rest is for you to handle."

Once again, he gestured.

Ye Qinglian stepped into the area covered by sword radiance.

"Qinglian."

Ye Ancestor whispered: "From here on, everyone in Baihua Valley will follow Zhou Ceng's orders. If I fail to awaken... he will be in charge of the overall situation."

This time, the sword radiance did not shield the sound.

Ye Ancestor's words were not only directed at Ye Qinglian but also aimed at other Zhanjiao Mountain peaks.

Ye Qinglian bowed, accepting the command.

The swirling red sword radiance retracted, gathering entirely into Ye Ancestor's brow. Beneath the mast of the Martial Sect Treasure Ship, countless petals closed up, reforming into a flower bud, enveloping Ye Ancestor...

This flower bud was entirely composed of sharp Sword Intent, Ye Ancestor completely sealed his five senses and six perceptions.

"Brother Zhou, I will be counting on you from now on."

Ye Qinglian lightly inhaled, turned to Zhou Ceng, and bowed.

She did not understand what her ancestor and Zhou Ceng discussed... But following the master's instructions, the command of Baihua Valley now fell into the hands of this Martial Sect leader.

In a certain sense, the moment Wu Zhexian fell in battle, Zhou Ceng had already become the Sect Master of the Martial Sect.

However, facing Ye Qinglian's bow.

Zhou Ceng did not return the gesture.

He stood at the bow of the ship, silently contemplating for a long time; Ye Qinglian could feel that this man was trying to suppress all his emotions, but in the end, he seemed to have failed, and a faint chill emanated from Zhou Ceng, like frost, making people want to stay away.

After composing himself, Zhou Ceng spoke.

"Miss Ye."

Without expression, Zhou Ceng suddenly asked: "I'm somewhat curious, during the betrayal and attack by the Three Great Sects, were the numbers right on Round Turtle Mountain?"

Ye Qinglian was taken aback.

Nearby, Jiang Que also paused in surprise.

This question left the two a bit bewildered.

"Zhou, what do you mean by this!"

Ye Qinglian's eyes gained a touch of coldness.

The ancestor just left instructions; she should follow Zhou Ceng's orders, but these words were evidently barbed, it implied suspicion of an insider at Round Turtle Mountain?

"Literal meaning."

Zhou Ceng replied very calmly: "According to the rules... the seven Zhanjiao Mountain peaks, once stationed, must not leave without permission. I want to know if Round Turtle Mountain adhered to this rule?"

With these words.

Ye Qinglian realized something was wrong; her expression suddenly turned peculiar.

Xie Zhen...

Before the attack from the Three Great Sects, Xie Zhen abruptly left.

To be precise.

First, Xiao Qi took Yuan Yi away, followed closely by Xie Zhen's departure.

This conversation attracted a lot of attention.

"Master..."

At this moment, a disciple from Baihua Valley softly reminded: "Sister Yuan Yi, Sister Xiao Qi... seemed to have left the mountain without permission before the attack..."

"Yuan Yi, Xiao Qi..."

Zhou Ceng lightly chuckled.

These two names were unfamiliar to him, and he didn't care.

The chaos caused by the attack earlier tonight gradually calmed down after gathering at the treasure ship.

Not long ago, someone already noticed that on the Round Turtle Mountain treasure ship, a "widely focused" individual was missing.

Xie Zhen.

"Dear friends..."

Zhou Ceng looked towards Ye Qinglian, then Jiang Que, and softly said: "Could you explain to everyone where Xie Zhen is now?"