The night is bright and the stars are sparse, and the breeze makes the grass and trees on the ground rustle, and the humid air is filled with a hint of coolness.

Rufeng Jianzun leaned alone on a big tree, and the constant bonfire sounded as firewood burned, reflecting the cheeks that were not rippling as the water of the well.

Recalling the words of the Emperor Sword Lord before his death, he murmured.

"What I can change and what I cannot change are all destiny..."

Rufeng Jian Zun stared at the beating bonfire and fell into eternal memories.

...

A long time ago, it was even longer than billions of years.

The Wufeng Continent does not exist yet, and the fourteen sword masters have not been born yet. He is still a 16 or 17-year-old boy.

This is a colonial planet without a name, and its meaning is only to imprison prisoners.

The dark and damp dungeon was dark and dull. A young man was tied with rusty iron chains, wearing ragged ripped clothes, and his disheveled hair seemed to have been a prisoner for a long time.

More than a dozen ugly-looking rotten rats surrounded each other, chewing on the corpses of the young inmates, making a creaking sound, which caused a large group of flies to surround the corpses, making a noisy buzz.

The boy looked at the red spots growing on his arms, and the blood bubbles on the red spots were about to crack and ulcer. He knew that he was not far from death because the body was not dealt with and burned in time, and a plague spread in the dungeon.

Not only was the plague and stench spreading in the dungeon, but also the biting fear and continuous wailings came.

Opposite the cage where the boy was, a girl of similar age was imprisoned, looking at him with longing eyes like a dead person.

The girl's body was covered with red spots and blood bubbles. The plague had swept across her body, turning her into a living dead person.

The next one is yourself.

The boy thought so.

With a earth-shaking loud noise, the whole earth was trembling.

All the living dead people in the cage felt this abnormal movement and dragged their broken bodies to the iron rod. It seemed that the movement had caused them to have some hope.

The boy is also one of them.

A large hole was broken into the ceiling of the dungeon, revealing the bright sunny day and countless beautiful and dazzling stars.

Because of living in darkness for many years, this sudden and strong light will blind people's eyes!

All the living dead people in the cage reached out to block their eyes and dared not face this light.

But only one person didn't look away.

The hot pain filled the boy's eyes, but he still did not look away. This scene was imprinted in his bones and in the depths of his soul.

It can still be recalled clearly until billions of years later, and no trace of it will be left behind.

In the infinitely violent beam of light, a huge and burly man stood, with his scattered body like an iron tower, as if the sky had collapsed, and he could withstand it with both hands.

The man... stands on the earth.

It was not until a long time later that the young man finally knew his name, the liberator, the hero in the resistance army, and the people called him the Great Emperor.

...

Rufeng Jianzun in front of the bonfire showed a sighing look on his face. Even he himself didn't know why he didn't look away at the beginning. Was it the arrangement of fate?

The man's body was fifty meters high. Those people said that he was one of the few giants who survived the catastrophe of the fall of Titan. He was carrying the hope of all the suffering people in the universe. He had been deified by the people and built countless statues and worshipped in awe.

Like Feng Jianzun’s face is withered, how could a person be a god? Just like the great emperor, he will die one day.

Just as Rufeng Jian Zun sighed, a faceless man without facial features sat opposite the bonfire, sitting opposite Rufeng Jian Zun.

"Yin loyal..."

"Yin loyal..."

"Folkful loyalty."

The faceless man said three times in a row, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, mocking Rufeng Sword Master.

Rufeng Sword Master knew that it was the Lord of Senluo who was controlling this faceless man.

The coolness in the air became even more intense. A strong wind blew, and the flames on the bonfire were almost blown out, swaying like a candle in the wind.

"Can I understand this as the final negotiation?"

Rufeng Jianzun said calmly.

"Negotiation? Of course not. Both of you and my consciousness are well aware of each other. I just came here to mock you."

The faceless man made a strange and unpleasant laughter, only the face on his mouth looked extremely terrifying and a bit ferocious.

Rufeng Jianzun's eyes narrowed, as if he had been poked into the pain.

"I have to say that you are more loyal than a dog. While making me laugh, you feel extremely sad. Writing your story into a book and selling it is definitely a good seller. I can even imagine those untouchable expressions of shocked expressions. How stupid is this to do such a thing?"

It was indeed like what the Faceless Man said just now, he simply came over to mock Rufeng Sword Master.

"You don't understand..."

Rufeng Jianzun whispered.

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The faceless man made a strange and unpleasant laugh, as harsh as the sound of grinding his teeth.

"You are the one who doesn't understand it. Don't you understand it yet? No one remembers what happened before. That history has long been erased. Only the old guys know that billions of years have passed, the galaxy has changed, the universe has been transformed, only you, only you have not yet emerged from the trauma of war, only you are still alive in the past."

The faceless man sarcastically said.

"You have killed thirteen sword masters, and even your lover is killed. You are crazy! Wake up, we are the product of the tragedy of the last era, and we should rot and disappear in this Wufeng Continent. In the new era, there is no place for us to stand!"

The faceless man said solemnly.

Rufeng Jianzun chuckled twice, and then his smile gradually became crazy, as if he was mocking the faceless man.

"In the end, isn't it still a negotiation? You already know that you will die and nothing can stop me, right?"

Rufeng Jian Zun laughed wildly.

The faceless man pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"The people have forgotten the trauma of the past, but I will not forget that the sword is the will of the Emperor. I will fulfill the Emperor's last wish and let it see the light of the day again."

Like the wind sword, the solemn way.

"Yin loyal..."

The faceless man sarcastically said.

"We will meet again soon after the negotiations are over. I hope you can still exert one-tenth of your strength."

Rufeng Jianzun said calmly.

Click!

Rufeng Sword Master pulled out the sword at his waist and cut off the head of the faceless man. The broken mouth on his neck was like a fountain and blood was like a pillar.

Under the reflection of the rush of blood plasma, a trace of morning light appeared in the distant sky, and it was dawn.
Chapter completed!