The Legend of Futian

Outside the mountain range where the relic of Mahoraga was located, many cultivators were gathered. They had all been chased out. Until now, their hearts had yet to calm down. Everything that happened just now was too terrifying. Mahoraga had awakened and consumed everything in the space. In an instant, countless cultivators lost their lives.

Among them, many clans suffered heavy losses.

"It has disappeared," someone said. When the will of Mahoraga dissipated, they could sense that the terrifying will had also disappeared. Could it be that Mahoraga had once again entered hibernation?

Before this, why hadn't Mahoraga consumed them all?

"Is the will of Mahoraga sentient?" someone speculated in a low voice.

"If it is sentient, why did it choose to let us go?" another person asked. The crowd was curious. They did not understand why Mahoraga had let them go so quickly.

It seemed out of the ordinary.

"Huh?" Supreme Swordlord was looking around. He discovered that Ye Futian and Xi Chiyao, whom he had fought side-by-side, had not come out. Like him, they had submerged into the will of Mahoraga and fought against it. However, they shouldn't have perished to it.

"What about the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace?" someone asked. They discovered that the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace had disappeared, and they had not seen them. The crowd felt that this was strange.

"Before this, I saw that the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace and the West Imperial Palace were fine. They should be waiting for Ye Futian and Xi Chiyao, but why haven't they come out yet?"

The whereabouts of Ye Futian and the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace attracted the crowd's attention. After all, the path was initially opened up by Ye Futian. Now, he did not make it out. It would naturally draw suspicion.

Supreme Swordlord's eyes sparkled as his gaze pierced the space, and he peered inside. Then, his figure flashed and became a beam of sword light. He entered the mountain range again. He wanted to see why Ye Futian and the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace had yet to come out.

Huh? The other cultivators revealed strange expressions when they saw this scene. After Supreme Swordlord went in, the other cultivators hesitated to move.

Should they go in and take a look?

Not long after Supreme Swordlord entered the mountain range, the terrifying will of Mahoraga awakened once again. The mountains contained a frightening aura, causing the hearts of the people outside to leap. Their previous thoughts were quashed. Would Supreme Swordlord make it out alive?

Right now, Supreme Swordlord stood within the mountain range. His figure was like a sharp sword. He raised his head to look at the illusory figure of Mahoraga.

A gigantic illusory figure of Mahoraga coalesced in the sky and appeared directly above Supreme Swordlord. The illusory figure stared intently at him.

Supreme Swordlord showed no sign of fear. His gaze was piercing as he stared at the large silhouette above him. The surroundings emanated a suffocating vibe.

"Little Friend Ye?" Supreme Swordlord said in a low voice. His tone was somewhat doubtful as he felt the illusory figure out.

He speculated on the disappearance of the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace and the West Imperial Palace. He hypothesized that Ye Futian had seized control of the will of Mahoraga, and thus, he had control over this region.

The enormous face of Mahoraga stared at Supreme Swordlord. Then, a white-haired figure emerged from the illusory figure and said, "Senior, you have a keen eye."

When Supreme Swordlord saw Ye Futian appear, he was rather shocked. He exclaimed, "Incredible. I did not expect you to have really taken control over the will of Mahoraga. I'm impressed."

"Senior, please enter," Ye Futian said. Then, the illusory figure dissipated and the terrifying will looming over the sky also disappeared.

Supreme Swordlord took a glance inside of the relic and entered the region.

Outside the region, the other cultivators anticipated the return of Supreme Swordlord, yet he did not return even after a long time. Even after the terrifying will dissipated, Supreme Swordlord did not come back. This caused them to reveal shocked expressions.

Could it be that Supreme Swordlord had angered Mahoraga and was consumed by the latter?

No one dared to act recklessly. Even though they were full of doubts, they couldn't help but ponder upon the worst-case scenario. If the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace and Supreme Swordlord were truly swallowed by Mahoraga because their intrusion angered him, the rest of them out here would die too if they entered the region.

They could only wait outside.

On the other hand, Supreme Swordlord advanced into the relic and saw Ye Futian.

Before this, the two of them fought over the teachings of the Three Sword Emperors. Ye Futian successfully received a slash from Supreme Swordlord. The latter kept his promise and gave up on the teachings of the Three Sword Emperors. Therefore, Ye Futian had a good opinion of Supreme Swordlord. Even when faced with the temptation of the relic of a Great Emperor, Supreme Swordlord still kept his promise. It was not a simple feat. After all, if Supreme Swordlord went against his word and was dead set on acquiring the teachings, Ye Futian and his group might have difficulty defeating him.

"Senior," greeted Ye Futian with a smile.

"You surprised me," Supreme Swordlord said as he approached Ye Futian. "I sensed the will of Mahoraga before. It was hard to be defeated, yet you have actually swallowed it up. Even though I have heard of your name before, I didn't pay much attention to you. Now, from the looks of it, your talents are boundless. Coincidentally, the world is going through some major changes now. You might have a chance to become a Great Emperor."

"Senior, you speak too highly of me," Ye Futian replied. "There are plenty of inheritances here. I'm sure you will find something suitable for you. As you said, the world is going through some major changes now. With the appearance of this ancient continent, the will of the Gods will find their successors. I hope you will also be able to inherit the will of a Great Emperor and break through the final step."

"Why did you let me in?" Supreme Swordlord asked. His entering here meant that he would at least occupy an Emperor-level inheritance.

Ye Futian had control over the will of Mahoraga. If Ye Futian chose to target Supreme Swordlord, the latter would most likely not be able to set foot in this region.

"We get along quite well. I admire your demeanor. I naturally also hope to make more friends during this chaotic time," Ye Futian said. He did not mind flattering Supreme Swordlord.

"You're good with words," Supreme Swordlord said while nodding. "Since you said so, I will be friends with you. I am much older than you, so it's acceptable for me to address you as 'Little Friend Ye,' right?"

"Of course," Ye Futian agreed with a smile. "Senior, help yourself to this place."

"Hmm." Supreme Swordlord nodded and said, "Cultivators like us, who are not from the emperor-level forces, always lose out. Rumor has it that the seven emperor-level forces have all found themselves a relic of the Eight Legions. Their abilities will certainly grow stronger. It's rather fortunate for Little Friend Ye to be able to snatch this relic of Mahoraga, which is one of the relics of the Eight Legions. You should make use of every second to cultivate."

"Senior, what you say is true." Ye Futian nodded in agreement. "The changes to the heavens and the earth are approaching. We are indeed short on time."

"Let's cultivate," said Supreme Swordlord as he moved towards a direction. Ye Futian looked into the distance in the direction where the former headed.

Currently, this place was occupied by the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace, the cultivators of the West Imperial Palace, and Supreme Swordlord. Their lineup was rather strong too. This lineup was still not on par with that of other emperor-level forces, but with the help of the will of Mahoraga, Ye Futian was confident that they could remain in control of this region. That was unless the emperor-level forces chose to invade them.

...

It was exceptionally quiet on the outskirts of the relic of Mahoraga. No cultivator dared to set foot in the region. They could only move to other spots in search of opportunities. There were still other places that were suitable for them to cultivate. One by one, the seven emperor-level forces each found a relic of the Eight Legions. They allowed cultivators of other troops to cultivate within the relics. The core regions of each relic were under the absolute control of the emperor-level forces, but some inheritances of the Great Emperors were still available in the outer regions.

Besides that, there were still many unoccupied relics in various parts of this ancient continent.

Time trickled past. The relics of the Eight Legions had all been identified. As expected by the crowd, they were carved up by the emperor-level forces.

The force of the Heaven Realm located the relic of House Deva. It was the ruins of the Ancient Heaven Court, and the scene was shocking to behold. Quite a number of cultivators intended to cultivate there, but they were blocked and defeated by the cultivators of the Heaven Realm. Many cultivators were even killed.

The Devil World ruled over the relic of House Karura. The relic of the Demonic Lord was there.

The Dark Court found the relic of House Asura.

The Human Realm occupied the relic of Music God Gandharva.

The Divine Prefecture discovered the relic of House Naga.

The Empty Divine Realm located the relic of House Yaksa.

The World of Buddhism came across the relic of House Kinnara.

Finally, the relic of Mahoraga was the only spot that was not seized by any emperor-level forces. Rumor has it that no force managed to rule over it up until now because the will of Mahoraga had awakened.

Unbeknownst to the crowd, this last relic of the Eight Legions was actually occupied by Ziwei Imperial Palace now.

Since all the top-level forces had each claimed a relic, they were busy comprehending the teachings stored in their relics at the moment and, hence, they did not have time to invade other relics. However, as time passed, more and more cultivators from the cultivation world arrived and spread across this ancient continent. All the relics gradually found their successors or were taken by force.

However, the emperor-level forces did not engage in conflict against each other. After all, they still needed time to digest the teachings that they found in their own relics before they had the leisure to invade other places.

This kind of serenity lasted for a year. After the relics of the Eight Legions had been discovered, a delicate balance had actually formed among the emperor-level forces. Nevertheless, there were still terrifying battles happening regularly all over the ancient continent. There was never truly peace.

On this day, a powerful cultivator approached the relic of Mahoraga. This cultivator was bathed in the Light of Buddha and his cultivation was profound. He was none other than Shenyan Buddha Lord, one of the Buddha Lords from the Western Heaven of the World of Buddhism.

He stood outside of the relic and divine lights shot out from his pupils. In the sky above, a pair of eyes appeared too.. The gaze of the eyes was petrifying as it penetrated through the vast space and probed deep inside the relic. Shenyan Buddha Lord was determined to find out what was hidden inside this relic!