The Legend of Futian

Ye Futian and the Little Condor withdrew their collective will and opened their eyes as Ye Futian left the demonic blade.

Behind them, other cultivators arrived, looking at the Sword Saint. They saw the Sword Saint holding the demonic blade in his hands, his eyes closed tightly. As the demonic light cleansed his body and the surrounding area, terrible demonic will rushed into the demonic blade. However, with the inheritance of the Devil Emperor's will, the Sword Saint's will no longer wavered. It stood steadfast as it allowed the demonic blade to consume the strength of the incoming demonic will.

A terrible vortex appeared in the space as the elusive demonic shadows poured into it. At this moment, the chaotic wills seemed to merge into one, devouring everything.

Buzz! Upon the demonic blade, an extremely horrific bloody demonic light shot into the sky; its demonic might was overwhelming. It turned into a frightening light beam that pierced the sky. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

Ye Futian and the others looked up. They saw that the sky above this world had changed color. The demonic might was tossing and roaring.

Further away, other cultivators turned their attention to this side as well, and all of them revealed a look of great surprise.

They wondered what had happened at the location of the headless demonic corpse. Previously, no one could take the demonic blade, but now they saw a change taking place at that exact location. Could it be that someone else had managed to take the demonic blade?

In the distance, many cultivators rushed over when they saw the vision above the firmament. They were moving in fast.

The Sword Saint was still immersed in that state of absorption, as he had not been able to digest everything given to him so quickly. His cultivation lacked a bit, to begin with. Even though the Devil Emperor had actively merged with him, he needed time to absorb this power.

"Imperial corpse." Ye Futian glanced at the Karura's massive body, then walked over to eliminate some of its chaotic will. He put the imperial corpse away. Although it might not be of any use, for the time being, there may be a use for it somewhere down the road.

The Imperial corpse, such as the one left by the Karura Demon Monarch, was extremely terrifying in the flesh. It was the body of a great emperor, so the entire body was full of treasures. However, it was not yet possible for them to use it at the moment. Even if they had a mind to refine it into some divine arms, they currently could not do that, so everything would have to wait until later.

He looked at the corpse of the Devil Emperor again. At this moment, the demonic corpse was standing there quietly, not showing any sign of life. Ye Futian walked towards him and said, "Revered elder, if I ever get a chance, I will send you back to the Devil World to be laid to rest properly."

With that said, he put away this demonic corpse as well. At the last minute, the will of the Devil Emperor chose to actively assist him, for which Ye Futian was immensely grateful. More importantly, he had already passed on his will to his elder senior brother, so Ye Futian could not leave him out here, unburied.

On the Contrary, the Karura Demon Monarch had been in awe of his aura yet suddenly attacked him. It had proven that he was an unpredictable creature, and Ye Futian felt no allegiance to such a miserable thing.

"What a waste; a missed opportunity from a great emperor," Little Condor said with much rumination. He had been following Ye Futian in cultivation for a long time and possessed the same comprehension as Ye Futian in cultivation. However, to survive the tribulation was another matter entirely. He had been stuck at the same place for what seemed to be forever, limited by his own natural given talent. After all, he was nothing more than an ordinary demonic beast, to begin with, and it was already something of a miracle for him to get to this level of cultivation. Many of the other minor demons from the past had to bow down before him now when they saw him.

He was so close to this opportunity of the great emperor, yet it was derailed by that miserable creature who not only did not take advantage of it but wanted to swallow him up instead. The Little Condor couldn't help but feel particularly upset by this turn of events.

"No, that's not right. Not taking this opportunity with me was the loss of that stupid creature." Realizing that his logic hurt him, the Little Condor determined that ultimately it was not a pity for him.

It was the Karura Demon Monarch himself who didn't know what was good for him and had thus missed such a great opportunity.

"Don't worry. The world is changing now, and various kinds of God's relics have been revealed; I'm certain there will be many other opportunities in the future," Ye Futian responded.

"I'm not in a hurry." Little Condor swaggered back and didn't appear to care at all!

The other cultivators behind them were very hopeful when they heard this. The world had been going through some drastic changes, and the relics of the gods had made their appearance. They wondered if they would have opportunities of their own?

First, it was Ye Wuchen, Gu Dongliu, then Swordmaster of Lihen, Yaya, and now it was Sword Saint's turn. Many people had already gotten their own opportunities, so the rest were looking forward to their turns.

But just at this moment, everyone felt other cultivators approaching. Many of them frowned as they expanded their divine consciousnesses.

After the Sword Saint inherited the Devil Emperor's will, the danger in this demonic cave was lifted, clearly visible to other cultivators in the area. Many divine consciousnesses were sweeping over this area, even probing the location of the Sword Saint.

Yonder, there was the existence of imperial arms.

Ye Futian frowned. The divine light of the Great Path shrouded over the area where the Sword Saint was, preventing him from being disturbed by the others. The cultivators from Ziwei Imperial Palace also stepped forward to guard his flanks, to prevent anyone from affecting the Sword Saint while inheriting the demonic blade.

An imperial arms were of great significance to Ziwei Imperial Palace and may directly change the combat capability of Ziwei Imperial Palace.

"Ziwei Imperial Palace is currently occupying this space for cultivation. I'm afraid you all would need to move to some other locations," Ye Futian announced loudly, letting everyone know who they were. He was doing this as a warning. Hopefully, some of them would leave on their own and avoid further confrontation.

However, the name of Ziwei Imperial Palace did not always have its intended effect. At least, that was not the case here.

Anyone who made it this far was not a simple ordinary character; all of them were cultivators from top principalities. At this time, Ye Futian saw cultivators from the Ancient God Clan of the Vajra Region and superpowers from the other worlds.

"I didn't expect that you would have a demon cultivator in your group. It seems that you have indeed colluded with the Devil World and sank into the Demonic Path," the Vajra Region Lord proclaimed sanctimoniously. He was surrounded by divine light, and his appearance was solemn and dignified. That radiant golden divine light shrouded the boundless space and cast a golden hue over this entire area.

"What's wrong with demonic cultivators?" a voice challenged immediately. There was a demon standing there with a terrific aura; their demonic might was astounding to anyone near him. However, Ye Futian did not recall having seen this man before. He hadn't seen the man at the Devil Imperial Palace nor on the battlefield at the Northern Cliff Region. It was possible that he was not a cultivator from the Devil Imperial Palace but a giant in the Devil World.

There were some extraordinary figures from each realm, but not all of them had joined the imperial palaces in each realm. For example, the Ancient God Clans in the Divine Prefecture had superior cultivators such as the Supreme Swordlord on their roster. Still, they weren't all necessarily under the command of Donghuang Imperial Palace.

"Beigong Old Demon!" When the Vajra Region Lord looked at the person who spoke, he realized he recognized the man. Beigong Old Demon was an extremely well-known character in the Devil World. During the most chaotic years, countless people had perished because of him.

In the Devil World, Bei Gong Old Demon was one of the few people who stood at the top, someone who was on the Demigod List.

In the days after the settlement of the world, it was divided into seven realms, which several Great Emperors ruled.

After the Great Emperors, there were those known as Benshen—entities who were on the edge of being a great emperor. Someone had once calculated the number of this kind of supreme existence and found that there were only a very few in each world.

These individuals were then included on the Demigod List by some people, meaning that they were peak existences with power just below that of the Great Emperors.

Those at this level were rarely seen in the cultivation world. One reason was that they were extremely few in number, and there were only a few in each world. Secondly, all of them were busy with their cultivation, so the outside world did not have any chance to see them.

More importantly, many on the Demigod List were supreme cultivators in different imperial palaces; their statuses were lofty and revered. Normally, they were not in the habit of being out and about.

Beigong Old Demon was a supreme cultivator on the Demigod List.

At the moment, the imperial arms, the Sky Tremoring, had already appeared in Ye Futian's hand. Although this man was a demonic cultivator, it was not a guarantee that he would go easy on Ye Futian. After all, aside from his relationship with Yu Sheng, Ye Futian did not have much to do with the Devil World.

Furthermore, this Beigong Old Demon may have nothing to do with the Devil Imperial Palace. With an imperial arms in front of him, how could he resist the temptation?

In addition to the Vajra Region Lord and Beigong Old Demon, there were other incredibly powerful existences in other directions. Among them, there was a middle-aged man standing somewhere quietly, exuding an aura that was extremely terrifying to make sure that Ye Futian was aware of the threat.

He had been standing there quietly without speaking, merely staring at the demonic blade in front of him.

Naturally, everyone present knew of Ye Futian's name and reputation, so there was no grabbing and fighting just yet.

"You must have been here before already. Since you didn't get it, then it means you are not destined to have it. Now that the demonic blade has chosen us, it belongs to Ziwei Imperial Palace," Ye Futian said boldly as he looked at everyone present. "If any of you want to forcibly take it from us, you will leave us no choice but to defend ourselves. Think carefully before you make a move. Whether you succeed or not, once you make a move against us, you'll be our mortal enemy, and you must always watch your back in the future."

He did not conceal the threat in his words. With the imperial arms in hand, his combat effectiveness was also at its peak. Those who wanted to attack him before, need only to refer back to the destruction of Tianyan City, which plenty of people had witnessed.

At the time, the City Lord's Office of Tianyan City was clearly not an entity that Ye Futian could hope to compete. Yet, it was still destroyed by him in the end.

If they were to offend Ye Futian now, there would be considerable risk in doing so.

After all, he had already proven the extent of his strength.

"Killing you would mean everything would be solved," the Vajra Region Lord said loudly.. There was a faint trace of imperial might that exuded from him with an incredible dominance. The Vajra Region appeared before them, accompanied by golden divine light, which directly sealed off this vast space!