Emperor’s Domination

"You can get a divine sword by being pious, let's try it too." Seeing that this pious monk was able to pray and get a divine sword in one go, this made the other strong monks in awe.

After all, only throwing in a longsword and getting a divine sword was so amazing that it really made many strong cultivators envious and jealous.

Of course, there were also strong cultivators who said disdainfully, "If one could pray for a divine sword just because of piety, then this brother next to me would have already obtained a thousand divine swords."

There was indeed a brother next to him who was immensely pious and prayed for the divine sword, and this brother droned a prayer before throwing the sword, "Gods and gods, Buried Sword True God, please bless me to obtain the divine sword ......"

This monk was not only praying with his mouth full of words, but he was the one who was praying towards the sword abyss, bowing three times and nine times before he finally respectfully threw his longsword into the sword abyss.

Unfortunately, every time he made a pious prayer, he did not receive any response, even though he prayed and threw again and again, he was unable to obtain a divine sword.

Nevertheless, this monk was still very piously praying over and over again, without the slightest intention of giving up.

In fact, what this strong man said was not without reason, if pious words could all obtain a divine sword, then there was no telling how many pious and strong monks would have already obtained a divine sword.

Above the Sword Abyss, it could be said that it was incredibly lively, all the strong cultivators wanted to pray to the divine Sword from the Sword Abyss, so countless strong cultivators were standing on top of the Sword Abyss, tirelessly throwing their longswords, thousands of divine Swords were thrown in.

It had also been counted that every time the sword abyss opened, the number of long swords or broken swords and scrap iron that were thrown into the abyss was in the hundreds of millions.

If there was a huge abyss, then each time a longsword was thrown into it, it could fill up the entire abyss.

But, strangely enough, for millions of years, no matter how many longswords were thrown into the Sword Abyss by generations of powerful cultivators, even if it was billions of billions, the Sword Abyss was still too deep to be filled, and still had never been seen to be filled.

It seemed that beneath the Sword Abyss was an endless abyss that could fill the entire three thousand worlds, and because of this, the Sword Abyss was also particularly awe-inspiring, and everyone understood that once they fell into the Sword Abyss, they were truly dead or alive.

"Look, look, there's a strange man." As many many strong cultivators threw their long swords at the Sword Abyss, an unknown person called out, running towards the other end of the Sword Abyss.

"What odd man?" There were also strong cultivators who could not help but ask.

"It's magical, indescribable, go and see, there might be a chance." Many cultivators rushed to the other end of the Sword Abyss.

Seeing so many strong cultivators rushing towards it, the strong cultivators who were able to calm down at first also faltered and said, "How magical is it? Can it be more amazing than Li Qiye?"

"Maybe it's even more magical than Li Qiye, let's go." There was a rush of strong cultivators who heard specific news.

In a short period of time, many many strong cultivators flocked to the other end of the Sword Abyss.

Within a short period of time, at the other end of the Sword Abyss, it was a sea of people, and as one looked around, one could see that it was packed with people, inside and out, rubbing shoulder to shoulder, even to the point where they could barely stand.

"Buzzing - buzzing - buzzing -" in the Sword Abyss, the sound of a sword's chiming could not be heard, and at this moment, only one divine sword after another could be seen soaring into the air.

When such a handful of divine swords soared into the air, there is the sound of the dragon, the sound of the phoenix, and also the sound of the tiger ...... Sometimes there are stars, sometimes there are flames burning the sky, time has the white moon in the sky, a handful of divine swords, all kinds of visions, incomparably spectacular, but also incomparably magical.

Only to see, next to the sword abyss, stood a person, this person middle-aged man appearance, hair spread out on the forehead, hair hanging down, spread over the face, covering most of the face.

This middle-aged man, wearing a soap-colored clothes, clothes very old, already whitening, such a clothes, washed again and again, because the washing too many times, not only faded, are about to be washed broken.

Such a middle-aged man looked a bit poor and lonely, seemingly a shabby household or a poor monk from a small sect.

However, at this time, this middle-aged man was throwing handful after handful of broken swords and scrap iron into the Sword Abyss.

However, the broken swords and scrap iron he threw were not the same as the long swords that everyone else was throwing, no matter if they were cheap or precious, they were all either brought by themselves or forged by their own sects.

However, the broken sword scrap iron that this middle-aged man threw was, at a glance, known to be salvaged from the Sword River just now or from some place in the Buried Sword Perishing Domain.

That was just fine, it wasn't something that was surprising enough.

The most strange thing is that when the middle-aged man threw a broken sword scrap iron into the sword abyss, he heard a "clang" sound of the sword, a divine sword from the sword abyss soared into the air.

"Dang," a remnant sword was thrown down, and a divine sword soared up from the sword abyss, the sun and moon shining.

"Good sword, this is the Sun and Moon divine Sword." Seeing this sword, the powerful cultivators present all shouted with a loud cheer.

With a "clang" sound, a remnant sword was thrown down, and a divine sword soared up from the sword abyss, blazing with flames.

"Incredible, this sword can burn the heavens." Another divine sword, and the strong cultivator present shouted.

"Dang," a remnant sword was thrown down, and a divine sword soared up from the sword abyss, and ten thousand beasts roared.

"Oh my god, is this the Beast God Sword?" Ten thousand beasts roared, frightening many strong cultivators to the point that they all turned white and screamed.

In short, the middle-aged man threw sword after sword into the sword abyss, which was a prayer to bring out one divine sword after another, when he heard the "clang, clang, clang" sound of swords.

It could be said that the middle-aged man, for every broken sword he threw, he was able to pray for a divine sword without fail.

This kind of scene made many strong cultivators look dumbfounded, the strong cultivators present had all tried to pray against the divine sword, we don't know how many long swords had been thrown, even thousands of long swords had been thrown into the sword abyss, but the vast majority of the strong cultivators had nothing, they couldn't pray against a divine sword from the sword abyss at all.

However, this middle-aged man was able to pray out a divine sword from every residual sword thrown into it, which was simply outrageous.

What was most outrageous was that this middle-aged man threw a residual sword, and when the divine sword soared into the air, he didn't even look at it, nor did he pick up the soaring divine sword, allowing it to fall into the sword abyss once more.

For many strong cultivators, every divine sword that prayed for bids to come out was a peerless sword, so good that it was amazing. For many strong cultivators, it was definitely a dream come true to possess such a divine sword.

However, this middle-aged man didn't take much more than a glance, that is, he threw handful after handful of broken swords into the sword abyss, as if he was bored out of his mind and purely wanted to throw something into the sword abyss to pass the time of boredom, not for any divine sword at all.

"Such a good divine sword, it's a pity to waste it like this, don't want it for nothing." As another divine sword soared into the air, one of the Grand Sect Ancestors finally couldn't hold back.

The moment this divine sword soared into the air, this Grand Sect Ancestor heaved a deep sigh and struck out like lightning, instantly grabbing the soaring divine sword.

"Good-" when they saw this Grand Sect Ancestor grab this divine sword between stone and fire and lightning, many strong cultivators present loudly cheered.

However, in that split second, as soon as this Great Teaching Ancestor grasped the divine sword, the sword was instantly billions and billions of kilograms heavier, and this Great Teaching Ancestor was suddenly out of control, dragged into the sword abyss by the incomparably heavy divine sword.

"Ah-" the sound of a scream echoed in the sword abyss, and this Grand Teaching Ancestor instantly disappeared into the depths of the sword abyss, gone in the blink of an eye.

"My mother, as soon as I fall down, I'm dead." Seeing this Great Teaching Ancestor instantly being dragged into the Sword Abyss shocked many of the strong cultivators, and they all took several steps back, lest they too fall into the Sword Abyss, dead or alive, if they weren't careful.

Seeing this Great Teaching Ancestor instantly disappear into the Sword Abyss, many of the strong cultivators also dispelled their thoughts in their hearts.

In fact, seeing a handful of divine swords soaring up into the air and the middle-aged man not picking them up, many strong cultivators had already developed thoughts of robbing them in their hearts.

Since the middle-aged man didn't go pick up the divine sword and let it fall back into the Sword Abyss, it would be a waste of time, so it would be better to fulfill everyone.

Unfortunately, the Great Teaching Ancestor's downfall instantly dispelled the thoughts in everyone's heart.

Even when the Great Teaching Ancestor made a move to grab the divine Sword, and the middle-aged man didn't even look at him, it could even be said that the middle-aged man didn't look at everyone present, as if, everyone present was nothing in his eyes, he was standing here throwing the broken sword, that was just boredom, just to pass the time, not for praying for the divine Sword.

"Who is he?" At one point, looking at this middle-aged man who was throwing a broken sword with or without a hitch, someone muttered in disbelief.

"Which sect is he from?" At this time, there were also many strong cultivators who carefully looked this middle-aged man up and down, trying to see some clues.

However, this middle-aged man didn't have any markings of a major religious sect on his body, and couldn't tell which sect he was from.

"Can't tell." Even the knowledgeable Grand Sect Ancestor had no choice but to give up after carefully observing the man, unable to peek into this middle-aged man's origin.