Chapter 28: The Strong Leave Their Names! First Update

  "Didn't Father and Big Brother sense anything?" Tang Lin's face turned pale in an instant, his voice trembling as he said: "Could it be that they..."

  Tie Shi looked at his tense appearance, shook his head and said: "Nothing's wrong, don't worry, I can sense nothing. There are only two possibilities. First, they are all stronger than me! Second, they are not in the mortal world, but in another world."

  "Otherwise, even if they died, I would know where they died and whether their remains are intact."

  Tang Lin let out a sigh of relief, his whole body breaking out in cold sweat. "My father and older brother's abilities definitely won't surpass yours," he said. "So, where will they be?"

  The iron lion could only shake its head.

  Tang Lin's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and in his heart he secretly thought: "Father, big brother, where are you after all? Why aren't you in the Mortal Dust Realm? Could it be that you've entered some ancient relic or cave?"

  He himself has a ruthless immortal mansion. If he enters it, the outside world cannot calculate his position, so it is not ruled out that his father and elder brother also have this possibility.

  "After the battle of the geniuses is over, it will be the Nine Swords' turn to contend for supremacy." Iron Lion looked at Tang Lin and smiled: "This is a ceremony. After the Nine Swords' contention ends, someone will lead you to the Small Immortal Realm. As for me, I still have some matters to attend to, so let's return to the Small Immortal Realm first. We'll meet again in the Small Immortal Realm."

  Tang Lin curiously said: "Ceremony?"

  "Hmm, you'll know after it's over." Iron Lion flipped his palm and said to Tang Lin: "As I said before, if you entered the top thirty, I would give you a mid-grade sacred artifact. Now that you've obtained first place, there's nothing good on me. This is an excellent mid-grade sacred artifact, so I'll give it to you."

  A green light flashed in his hand, and a pair of purple boots appeared.

  Exquisite boots, inlaid with a string of dazzling diamonds, noble and magnificent, flowing with rich wind element.

  "These boots can make your speed burst to the extreme, allowing you to 'teleport'! Iron Lion said to Tang Lin: "The demons in the Small Fairy Realm are extremely powerful. If you encounter them in the future, prepare to escape for your life."

  Tang Lin took over the boots and said: "Thank you, Master."

  Iron Lion smiled slightly and said: "We'll meet again. I'll go first." He waved his hand, and his figure faded out of Tang Lin's sight.

  Tang Lin lowered his head and looked at the boots, pondering. He said: "Let's just call them Divine Wind Boots!"

  ……

  Time flies.

  The five days passed in an instant.

  Contrary to Tang Lin's expectations, no one challenged him in the past five days. He had thought that Xuan Yuan, who was ranked second, and Kong, who was third, might be dissatisfied, but unexpectedly, there was no movement from either of them.

  In this way, by the end of the month, Tang Lin was steadily sitting in first place.

  After three months of competition, it finally came to an end.

  Top ten names projected and transmitted across the entire continent.

  First place: From the Dynasty of Cang Xue, name, Tang Lin!

  Second place: Origins unknown, name: Ming!

  Third place, from Xuan Yuan Sword City, name: Xuan Yuan!

  Fourth place...

  These ten people symbolize the best of the young generation across the continent, especially Tang Lin. These two words have been deeply etched in the minds of countless people.

  On the vast square, 1,250 geniuses stood inside, with the top ten leaders standing under a high stone platform.

  At this moment, the old man in white stood on the stone platform, looking at the ten people with a warm expression. "First of all, congratulations to you, after layers of screening and continuous struggle, you have entered the top ten! You will be qualified to participate in the next Sword Tower competition!"

  "For generations, the Nine Swords Asking for Hegemony have been the final battlefield for selecting talents on the mainland, and every time the top ten enter, they can make a trip to the Ancient Sword Tower!"

  Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the old man in white's words.

  "The ancient sword tower was created by the nine sword immortals. The sword tower is divided into nine levels, and the person who gets first place has the qualification to enter the ninth level. If they pass the assessment, they can carve their name and be passed down for eternity!"

  An old man in a white robe raised his palm, and from the sky floated down a mountain-like black sword tower. The sword tower stood on a high stone platform, filled with an ancient, weathered aura.

  "Come on in, geniuses!" The old man in white robes shouted loudly.

  Tang Lin and Ming, Xuan Yuan and others all walked towards the ancient sword tower.

  This ancient sword tower is filled with a sharp aura, and Tang Lin suddenly felt that this ancient sword tower was not a tower, but a divine sword with cold light shining in all directions, unparalleled in sharpness!

  "The Sword Tower has nine levels; strong warriors leave their names."

  Tang Lin's eyes shone with a brilliant light, his figure strode straight into the Sword Tower, and a burst of light quickly enveloped his body, directly disappearing into thin air.

  When Tang Lin opened his eyes, he saw in front of him a gate engraved with an ancient long sword.

  Tang Lin walked over and pushed open the sword gate.

  Behind the sword gate was a golden-robed man with an icy aura all over his body, who calmly said to Tang Lin: "Please draw your sword!"

  Buzzing sound...

  Tang Lin's palm closed into a fist, and the magic sword suddenly flipped out and appeared in his hand.

  The man in golden clothes suddenly drew out the sword behind his back and stabbed it at Tang Lin quickly. This sword was as fast as a shooting star, containing a kind of "fast" artistic conception.

  "Your way is my way..."

  A chaotic light aura appeared on Tang Lin's body, and the sword in his hand suddenly enlarged. Although he was slower to launch a sword move, it was one step ahead of the golden-robed man, pressing against his throat.

  The man in golden clothes sheathed his long sword and said in a low voice: "You won. You can leave your name on the wall of swords behind you."

  Tang Lin put away his magic sword, he knew that this so-called inquiry of the tripod was just a mere formality.

  "Leave your name on the sword wall." Tang Lin's expression remained unchanged as he arrived at the sword wall, only to see that this black wall was actually composed of countless sword blades.

  Names were engraved on it.

  "Step Kill God!"

  "Cold-blooded!"

  "Nangong Jin!"

  One by one, the names are imbued with a sharp sword aura, as if they were carved out by countless sharp swords and branded on this wall.

  As far as the eye can see, there are about a thousand names.

  "Are these the ones who were ranked first back then?" Tang Lin's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, "Now, they are still not dead, I wonder what kind of strength they have now?"

  A surge of hot blood rose in Tang Lin's heart, the magic sword in his hand suddenly fell into his palm, the sword energy was swift and fierce, quickly carving out his own name on the sword wall.

  Tang Lin!

  Two words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, filled with the majestic sword energy, containing a compassionate and sentient Dharma realm, yet mixed with a dark gray demonic energy!

  The name was engraved, and the magic sword "brushed" back with a swish, Tang Lin turned around and floated away.

  "Xiao Xianjie, Second Sister..." Tang Lin's eyes shone with a sharp light, "I'm here!"

  ……

  Outside the ancient sword tower, Tang Lin's figure emerged from the entrance of the sword tower. At this time, behind him, the figures of Ming, Xuan Yuan and others gradually appeared.

  Tang Lin looked towards that direction, he was still wearing white clothes like snow, holding his own sword in his hand, this sword seemed to have never left his hand.

  At this time, Xuan Yuan also looked at him.

  The eyes of the two people crossed in mid-air, rubbing out a fierce and sharp sword sound.

  Rumble...

  Just then, above the heads of everyone, a majestic palace suddenly appeared, like a floating castle in the sky, blocking out all light.

  "This is to take you to the Small Fairy Realm." The white-robed old man said to Tang Lin and the other ten people, "Go!"

  Tang Lin and others all looked up at this magnificent palace.

  "Looking at this palace's aura, I wonder how it compares to my own emotionless immortal mansion?" Tang Lin thought to himself.

  At this time, a rainbow-like curved bridge floated down from the palace, like a heavenly road, extending to Tang Lin and others.

  Tang Lin took a step forward, and this rainbow arch bridge, although seemingly illusory in energy, was able to support Tang Lin's body.

  As Tang Lin set off, the others followed suit.

  Then the rainbow arch bridge gradually retracted back, bringing Tang Lin and others together to converge into that majestic palace.

  The countless people on the entire square looked up with envy and admiration.

  This scene was transmitted throughout the continent.

  In that distant barbarian tribe.

  Long Xiang'er clasped her hands tightly and gazed at the scene on the screen, sincerely praying for Tang Lin's safety.

  In the Cang Xue dynasty, all the civil and military officials of the court looked up to that miraculous scene with excitement and reverence.

  In the corner of the square.

  The young master of Tianhe Sect and Piaolan both had a cold smile at the corner of their mouths, staring at Tang Lin's distant back.

  In the invisible corner, that white-clad figure, like a lonely orchid, with a hint of sorrow and joy, gazed at the receding back, disappearing into her line of sight.

  She knew that in this life, she might never have any more encounters with this boy again.

  Those bygone scenes still lingered in her heart.

  The scene of two people reading and discussing all night on that building...

  In that desolate and ancient demon realm, a sturdy figure stood in front of me, blocking my way...

  In those countless demon attacks on the city, the figure of bloody battle and fierce fighting...

  Everything is going away.

  She bit her teeth tightly, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and her fingernails dug deep into her palms. After a long time, she finally wiped away her tears and silently told herself to forget the past and be a good wife!

  ……

  Tang Lin walked along the Rainbow Arch Bridge and entered the square of the palace.

  On the vast square, ten people including Tang Lin stood, looking around. At this time, a burly man appeared in front of them, wearing ancient armor, and smiled at Tang Lin and others: "Welcome your arrival, I have been waiting for a long time, I am the person responsible for taking you to the Small Fairy Realm this time, you can call me - Chi Sha!"

  Tang Lin looked at him and found that this person had a very mysterious aura, making it impossible for himself to grasp. Based on his intuition, his strength should surpass that of his own master, Tie Shi.

  "This time, there is also a big shot coming over." Chi Sha mysteriously smiled and said: "It's the Feng Yu Zhen Ren who got first place in the Nine Swords Competition more than 3,000 years ago. He is waiting for you all in the grand hall!"

  "Feng Yu Zhen Ren?"

  Everyone was stunned by the name of the one who ranked first among the nine swords over 3,000 years ago.

  "This time he came, only for one thing." Chi Sha's gaze swept over Tang Lin and others, smiling lightly: "It is to select one of you as a disciple."

  ……

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