Mountains and Seas

Chapter 1: wedge

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Fairy air lingers and sword light shines everywhere.

Countless figures were interweaving back and forth, their bodies like white silk, flying through the air with swords.

Amidst the flying sword energy and dancing figures, there stands an ancient stone tablet. The stone tablet is majestic and ancient, as if it has experienced the baptism of countless years.

The distant sky is vast, with thousands of auspicious clouds and cranes dancing in the air. Compared with the figure flying in the clouds with a sword and looking like an immortal, it is like a fairyland.

An old Taoist priest with white hair, a youthful face and flowing snow-white beard was standing on the clouds, frowning and looking solemnly downwards, as if he was worried about something.

A green light flashed, and a young man with long sleeves fluttering and a scabbard on his back came flying on a sword. The sword was about to hit the cloud under the old man, but the young man looked calm and made a light gesture. The sword suddenly stopped, an instant reversal of extreme movement and extreme stillness.

The young man stood on the long sword, bowed to the old man, and said in a deep voice: "Master, the monument of heroic spirits has been suppressed."

Hearing this, the old man's frown relaxed a little, and he said slowly: "It's good that it's suppressed. In the Battle of Zhuolu, the emperor defeated Chiyou and replaced Shennong. He couldn't bear to see the heroic souls in the battle turned to ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth, so he secretly erected a monument to the heroic souls to gather the heroic souls of the world, hoping that the heroic spirits of the descendants of Yanhuang can use the space of the monument to cultivate successfully and become immortals."

"I didn't expect that someone would secretly break the imprisonment and release these heroic spirits. Fortunately, we discovered it in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

“Master, the monument to the heroic souls has been suppressed, but more than a dozen heroic souls have left, and it is impossible to trace them. These heroic souls were all powerful and famous figures when they were alive. I am ignorant and don’t know what to do next. Please teach me, Master.” The young man looked ashamed, but he had to bow and ask.

The old man with white hair and a youthful face stroked his snow-white beard and sighed, "This is destiny. When the great calamity comes, there must be someone who will respond to it. It is not something you and your master can interfere with."

"However, you don't have to worry about the dozen or so heroic souls that escaped. I have secretly used some means to send them into a chaotic era in history and time."

“This is the magic weapon refined by my master, the Classic of Mountains and Seas. You put it into the human world. It can be regarded as a gift from me to the person who is destined to suffer the calamity. After all, we were the ones who failed in our duty first, so how can we just ignore it?” The old man said as he handed over a book that looked a little old but had an antique flavor overall.

"Yes, Master." The young man took the book handed over by the old man with both hands.

This is a magic weapon with an antique cover that looks like an old book. Since it was made by the master himself, it must be extraordinary. He hopes that it can help the so-called people who are destined to be calamities. The young man did not hesitate, turned around and flew away on his sword, presumably to release this magic weapon to the human world.

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