Volume 1: Five-Line Sword Sect Chapter 1: Reunion of Souls

  The crimson clouds filled the entire sky, like a thick layer of lead, as if they would fall at any moment and pierce the earth.

  The sunlight struggled to penetrate the blood-red clouds, bringing a faint light to this vast land. The ground was already in shambles. Mountains had collapsed, and the earth had sunk. Countless corpses lay scattered across the desolate landscape.

  In this battlefield filled with corpses, a huge black vortex stood on the ground. The black vortex rotated slowly, emitting bursts of thunderous sounds. Every time the thunderous sound rang out, it would make the living creatures on this battlefield feel a wave of horror.

  Thousands of kilometers away from the massive black vortex, the last combat force of the Monk Alliance was still thinking about ways to resist. Under their feet were the corpses of the dead, thousands and thousands of them, stretching all the way to the front of the black vortex.

  Too many people have fallen, but they can't stop the expansion of that black vortex. Now, these remaining people are probably unable to stop everything that is going to happen.

  Behind him, what existed was the great rivers and mountains of this world. There were many living beings there, with city pools and ancient countries. I'm afraid it won't take long for all of this to be destroyed under that black vortex.

  "Brother Jiang, must you really do this? That is the last bloodline of your family." A middle-aged man covered in blood said within the grand tent of the Cultivator's Union.

  Next to the middle-aged man, an old white-haired man sat quietly. In his arms, he held a newborn baby whose eyes had not yet opened. This was the last person in the old man's family besides himself. A newborn baby. His parents, including other members of the Jiang family, all rushed towards that black whirlpool and never came back like others.

  "There's no other choice." The old man with white hair said softly.

  "But after all..."

  The middle-aged man had not finished speaking, and the old man had already stood up, holding the baby, and walked out of the tent. Looking at the old man's back, the middle-aged man was extremely heartbroken.

  An hour later, all the people who could still move gathered beside a huge array. In the center of the array, an infant lay there, constantly wailing.

  The old man with white hair had a heart that was bleeding, but he had no choice. He could only shed tears and activate the formation. Under everyone's joint output of spiritual power, the formation began to operate. The infant in the formation slowly floated up under the brilliance of the formation.

  Everyone is desperately releasing their spiritual power. They all know that whether they can succeed or not depends on this time. Even if they are already seriously injured, no one will be stingy with their spiritual power at this moment.

  As a person collapsed from exhaustion of spiritual power, the formation finally activated completely. The floating baby stopped crying and under the holy light, rushed towards the black whirlpool.

  A black lightning bolt shot out from the vortex, constantly striking the baby. However, it couldn't stop the baby's advance. The baby rushed into the black vortex at an extremely fast speed. At this moment, everyone held their breath.

  They couldn't see what was happening inside the black whirlpool. But they knew that previously, those powerful monks who had rushed into the whirlpool never came back. This time, even if it was a success, this infant probably wouldn't come back either.

  Time passed bit by bit. Suddenly, from that black vortex, bursts of white light columns erupted. The entire vortex also began to shake violently. Black air continued to emanate from the vortex, but was instantly evaporated by those white light columns. Even the blood-red clouds in the sky were pierced by those light columns.

  A loud rumbling sound came, and in an instant it swept across the sky. People who were still beside the formation were shaken by the rumble, with blood flowing from their seven orifices. Many people fainted on the spot. The black vortex also collapsed at this time.

  A baby's cry echoed from the collapsing vortex. At the same time, many white light pillars disappeared, leaving only a faint white glow. Inside it, a baby could be seen.

  On top of this white light, some colorful rays are struggling to approach that white light group. As if wanting to enter the baby's body. However, at this time, the collapsing vortex caused a collapse in space. A black crack appeared, sucking away those rays and the baby who was in the white light.

  From among the crowd of people who had fallen, a white-haired old man suddenly shot up into the air. He used all his cultivation and even burned his own divine soul to charge towards that infant.

  The colorful aurora and the infant were all sucked into the black fissure at that moment. The old man arrived, recklessly stretching his hand into the fissure.

  The old man's entire body was bleeding. His arms slowly retracted, holding the baby in his hands. As he pulled out the baby completely, he tried to grab those colorful rays of light again. But the old man was too weak. His body could no longer support him. After only grasping a little bit of the rays of light, he fell towards the ground. At this time, the black crack suddenly burst open with a loud noise.

  A fierce explosion turned the ground into scorched earth. The bodies that had not been collected in time completely disappeared. After everything calmed down, the survivors ran to where the old man had last fallen. They saw that under the collapsed soil and rocks, the old man was standing up covered in blood. In his arms was the baby.

  Time flies, years pass. Twenty years later, inside the capital of the Eastern Tang Dynasty. A white-haired old man wearing a coarse linen robe rushed into the imperial palace.

  The guards saw the old man and all of them hastily paid their respects. Not one person dared to block the old man's path. The old man had a look of extreme anxiety on his face, using the fastest speed he could muster, rushing towards the depths of the imperial palace. However, at this moment, he was just an ordinary old man. His speed really wasn't very fast.

  After passing through several palaces, the old man rushed into a palace. At the moment he entered, the people inside the palace looked at him in unison. A few meters away from these people was a gate emitting white light.

  The old man glanced at the people inside the palace and hastily rushed towards the light gate. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be about to rush into the light gate.

  "Master Jiang, don't be impulsive. Someone has been sent to look for her, they've already gone to find her." A middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe hastily blocked the white-haired old man.

  After being intercepted, the old man could not break free and could only look at the light gate with a worried face. As for others, the old man didn't even give them a second glance. Not even the three young people kneeling beside him were given a second glance.

  Half an hour later, the light gate became much dimmer, as if it was about to disappear. Under the anxious gaze of the white-haired old man, a human figure appeared inside the light gate. Then several people came out, supporting each other.

  Look at the bloodstains on their clothes, they are obviously injured. After these people came out of the light gate, the light gate became even dimmer. Everyone's gaze was also focused on those few people.

  Facing the gaze of the crowd, the one who led the way out of the light gate shook his head in great frustration. Seeing this person shake their head, the white-haired old man almost fainted.

  "I want to go in, let me go find him. I must bring him back." The white-haired old man said with all his might. His body swayed as he walked towards the light gate. But the light gate disappeared after the old man took two steps forward.

  Staring at the disappearing light gate, the old man seemed to have lost all his strength, and he fell to the ground. He looked like he had aged ten years.

  Inside the grand hall, it was quiet and still, with no one speaking at this time. Because they didn't know what to say.

  "He is the last bloodline of my Jiang family. Why? Why are you taking him away? Don't you know he's mentally challenged? Don't you know I only have him left as a relative?" The white-haired old man said with great pain after a long while.

  Others didn't speak up because they had nothing to say. The middle-aged man in the dragon robe first looked at the three young people kneeling beside him, then turned his gaze to a young woman wearing a phoenix robe. When she saw the murderous intent in the eyes of the man in the dragon robe, the woman was frightened.

  "Father, this can't be blamed on me. It really can't be blamed on me..."

  "Shut up." The middle-aged man in the dragon robe loudly cut off the young woman's words. If she weren't his only daughter, he would have killed her on the spot.

  The ground is cold stone. A faint sound of water droplets keeps coming. The light here isn't very good, it's like dusk. On this cold ground, a young man lies naked on the ground.

  Maybe the ground was too cold. The person lying down woke up. Before he could figure out where he was, he found that he didn't have a single piece of clothing on his body. He couldn't help but jump in fright.

  It wasn't until he saw that there was no one else around that he finally let out a sigh of relief. At the same time as he was sizing up his surroundings, he couldn't help but think about what had just happened.

  "They won't think I've been run over and dump me in the morgue, will they?" The young man said as he stood up.

  After his eyes gradually adapted to the light here, he was stunned. Because this is obviously not a mortuary, but rather a large cave. Even if others thought he was dead, he should have appeared in the mortuary, not here.

  "This is terrible, could it be that I've crossed over?" The young man's mind suddenly popped up with this thought.

  At this time, the young man suddenly felt a headache. Many images appeared in his mind, some of which were familiar and others were strange. It was as if someone else's memories had flooded into his brain all at once.

  "I'm going, I won't end up wearing that idiot's skin, will I?" The young man thought to himself while enduring the headache.

  Those people in the palace probably never thought that the person they thought was dead would not only be alive, but also become whole at this moment.