Undying Life

Chapter 583: Proclamation to the World

The two gatekeepers waited outside the Sword Hall, their minds racing with guesses about the identity of the mysterious man.

Suddenly, they were startled to see the divine swords embedded in the ground around the vast area of the Sword Hall begin to tremble one by one.

"Hummmmmmmmmmm..."

One sword after another trembled continuously, as if influenced by some powerful emotion. This emotion could only come from within the Sword Hall, from the Lord Jian Ao himself.

In an instant, a divine sword shot up into the sky, followed by all the other swords. They rose into the air without any sign of magical energy. This was sword intent, the strongest esoteric concept of swordsmanship that only the Lord of the Netherworld Sky could command.

A million divine swords, as if suddenly imbued with life, began to spin rapidly in the sky. The entire area around the Yin-Yang Border Mountain was filled with countless divine swords. This was not sword qi but actual swords, each terrifyingly real.

Each sword carried an aura of deep malevolence—anger, boundless fury. The overwhelming emotion pressed down on the two gatekeepers, making them kneel in terror.

"Boom!"

In a bizarre turn of events, after the surge of malevolent energy, the swords exploded with boundless sword qi. Could these swords also release sword qi?

Not only the two gatekeepers but also the surrounding guards were gulping nervously.

"Whoosh!"

Strangely, after a moment, the swords returned to their original places, embedding themselves back into the ground with no deviation, an eerie sight.

Silence fell over the area, and then everyone saw a figure flying towards the distance. It was Chujiu Mo Luo.

As for the Lord, his speed was beyond their comprehension.

At the entrance to the Netherworld Sky.

A gust of wind blew, and a white-robed man with shoulder-length black hair suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding the ninth-grade divine sword from earlier. Beside him was the piece of top-grade Roland jade.

"Greetings, Lord!" Everyone at the entrance bowed deeply.

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The Bitter Sea Demon Lord, who had earlier coveted the coffin, felt a jolt of fear in his heart.

"Do you recognize the person in the coffin?" the resolute man suddenly asked.

"Who is it?" Jian Ao asked, closing his eyes, his voice cold and indifferent.

Despite the indifference, the coldness in his voice sent chills through everyone, even causing the Bitter Sea Demon Lord to tremble.

The resolute man was none other than Xiao Zhongxing, the emperor of the Yan Hong Dynasty and the son of Jian Hong.

Instead of answering Jian Ao, Xiao Zhongxing stepped forward, dispelling the restrictions on the coffin with a slap. He grabbed the coffin lid and tossed it aside, revealing the scene inside.

Top-grade Roland jade can preserve a corpse for a thousand years. Jian Hong's body was still in its original state.

Her entire body was severely injured, with arms completely broken, chest shattered, ribs crushed, and heart mangled. Her body was covered with black bruises, hair matted and congealed with blood, face disfigured by dried blood.

It was a horrifically tragic sight, her death unimaginably brutal.

Even the Bitter Sea Demon Lord, watching from a distance, felt a chill in his heart. Who was this woman to have died so miserably? What would her loved ones do upon seeing her like this?

"Before she died, my mother told me to bring her to you just like this, 'intact,' so you could see for yourself. See if you still choose to remain indifferent!" Xiao Zhongxing shouted.

Xiao Zhongxing's outburst not only startled the Bitter Sea Demon Lord but also revealed a connection between this woman and the Lord of the Netherworld Sky. This was serious. The Bitter Sea Demon Lord felt relieved that he had not acted against the young man earlier, though even his verbal offense now seemed too much.

"Zhongxing," Jian Ao said calmly.

"You acknowledge me?" Xiao Zhongxing's eyebrows raised, his face darkened.

"Three thousand years ago, during my first reincarnation, I founded the Sword God Palace. In my second reincarnation, I achieved the goals of my past self. Now, having fully integrated my previous incarnations, their memories are mine. I am my past selves, and naturally, I acknowledge you," Jian Ao said, suppressing his fury.

"Grandfather!" Xiao Zhongxing suddenly cried out, kneeling.

Grandfather? The Bitter Sea Demon Lord's eyes rolled back in shock, almost fainting. He trembled with fear as he looked at Xiao Zhongxing.

"Grandfather, you must avenge my mother. She died so horribly, so horribly!" Xiao Zhongxing wept uncontrollably, clutching Jian Ao's leg, finally able to release the grief he had been holding back.

"Tell me everything," Jian Ao demanded, his voice icy as he grasped the coffin.

"It happened like this..." Xiao Zhongxing began, recounting everything through his tears.

Jian Ao listened quietly, saying nothing, his hand gently caressing Jian Hong's corpse. Even in death, he meticulously tended to her injuries, cleaned her wounds, and smoothed her hair.

He even dressed her in a new red robe. Those nearby respectfully turned their backs, not daring to desecrate her body with their gazes.

Jian Ao restored her ravaged body to its original state, washing away the dried blood and dirt. He gently laid her back in the coffin, every movement tender and precise.

As Xiao Zhongxing recounted the past, Jian Ao continued to care for Jian Hong's body. The two seemed absorbed in their tasks, with Xiao Zhongxing lost in his memories and Jian Ao focused solely on his daughter.

When Xiao Zhongxing finished his story, Jian Ao had completed his careful work on Jian Hong's body. She no longer appeared as a tragic figure but rather like a sleeping beauty, peaceful save for her pallor and stillness.

Xiao Zhongxing, tears streaming down his face, knelt before the coffin.

Jian Ao reached out, summoning an abundance of red roses from the distance.

"Hong'er, these are your favorite red roses. I've brought you many, including this special flame rose you loved to wear in your hair," Jian Ao said, his voice filled with sorrow and love.

He covered her body with roses, then delicately placed the flame rose in her hair.

"Did Hong'er say anything else to you?" Jian Ao asked Xiao Zhongxing.

"Yes, yes, she did," Xiao Zhongxing replied.

"Mother said, 'Grandfather won't abandon us. He loves his daughter the most. He just hasn't regained his past memories yet.'"

"She said, 'Grandfather spoils his daughter. He would even fetch the stars for her if she asked.'"

"Mother also said, 'No matter who it is, if they bully me, Grandfather will make sure they're beaten to a pulp.'"

"Mother said, 'Grandfather is our only family now, our most important family member. He won't let anyone bully us.'"

"She said, 'If she ever met with misfortune, Grandfather would avenge her. He will, he will!'"

As Xiao Zhongxing spoke, he was overcome with sobs.

At this moment, even Jian Ao's proud eyes were filled with tears. As he touched Jian Hong's face, his eyes were full of sorrow—a grief that only comes when a parent buries their child.

"I will, I will. I will avenge you. No matter who it is, I will," Jian Ao said through his tears, his voice cold.

"Shen Qitian? Shen Qitian? Roar!"

Finally, Jian Ao roared in his overwhelming grief.

The treasured child of his past life, the daughter he cherished most after the death of his wife, had died so tragically. This boundless rage surged through Jian Ao's mind.

This roar reverberated through the entire Netherworld Sky. Only the Lord could make his voice heard throughout the realm.

Everyone in the Netherworld Sky was startled by the roar.

"Shen Qitian, you killed my daughter, I will annihilate your entire clan!" Jian Ao vowed coldly.

"Proclaim my order!" Jian Ao's words silenced the entire Netherworld Sky.

"Listening to the Lord's command!" everyone bowed.

"The Netherworld Sky shall not coexist with the Monkey Ape Clan. From this moment, all in the Netherworld Sky are to exterminate the Monkey Ape Clan. Those at the Gold Core stage must kill ten thousand apes; those at the Nascent Soul stage must kill one hundred thousand apes; those at the Integration stage must kill one million apes; Mo Luo must kill ten million apes; Mo Jun must kill one hundred million apes. I want the world rid of monkeys within ten years!" Jian Ao commanded coldly.

"We obey the Lord's command!" countless voices echoed through the Netherworld Sky.

"Proclaim this to the world!" Jian Ao continued.

Everyone listened intently.

"The Netherworld Sky and the Monkey Ape Clan shall share a life-and-death enmity. Any who ally with the Monkey Ape Clan will be considered enemies of the Netherworld Sky."

"Yes!" everyone shouted, already envisioning the immense turmoil this proclamation would cause.

"Grandfather..." Xiao Zhongxing said, his heart swelling with emotion.

"Rise. I will avenge Hong'er. Shen Qitian is doomed!" Jian Ao's voice was icy cold.

Doomed!

These three words were not mere boast but an undeniable fact to everyone who heard them. Jian Ao was furious.

In his past life, Jian Ao had been the number one sword god in the world. Now, with the memories of his past life awakened and his current self having surpassed his former self, he was even more formidable.

The declaration that "Shen Qitian is doomed" sealed Shen Qitian's fate.

It also decided the fate of the Monkey Ape Clan. Jian Ao would see the world rid of them.