Supreme Emperor of Swords

There were nine scenes in the carvings, all life-like.

When you looked carefully at the small altar, there was a feeling that the images were alive with lines dancing and characters moving.

However, what attracted Ding Hao the most was not the gorgeous small golden altar.

It was a life-size human figure sculpture on the altar.

This was a statue of a human master who was tall and burly, with a resolute look and extremely handsome features. There was a hint of pride between his brows. The expression was so vivid that it looked like a living person. The man was clad in golden demon god armor, retaining an air of grandeur. He held a sword with both hands and tilted his head towards the firmament. He stood on top of the small golden altar, looking a little enraged, as though he was a supreme sovereign who overlooked all living creatures in the universe.

Ding Hao was startled.

He had the impression of having seen this face before.

“Brother Ding, he resembles you a lot…” Ji Yingqi said in a low voice.

Having been reminded by Ji Yingqi, Ding Hao was shocked to find that the face of this golden demon statue was very similar to himself, only that it looked a little more mature, more like a 30-year-old version of him.

“No, it doesn’t just look like me. I may have seen this statue before…”

Ding Hao thought hard, trying to piece together past memories.

Sadly, he tried to recollect what happened after the time-travel, but there was no clue. The memories of his childhood were a blank, as if they had been sealed. Ding Hao couldn’t remember where he had seen the person in the statue, so he could only give up.

At the top of this statue, an extremely faint golden light was flickering.

“That is to say, this statue must be another divine fire tower!”

Ding Hao thought for a while and decided to ignite this divine fire tower.

Ding Hao searched the four sides of the small altar and did not find any stone bowls to make blood offerings. Instead, he spotted four small cauldrons with golden dragon patterns, so he poured the Zhuhuai blood into those cauldrons. It took more than two-thirds of his blood storage to fill them up.

When it was done, Ding Hao climbed the golden altar and touched the golden light on the top of the statue.

He felt a mild sensation of heat seeping into his body through his fingers.

In the next moment, there was a sudden change—

The world started spinning and everything went dark in front of Ding Hao.

The scene had disappeared. As if being transported across time and space, he came to a dark environment. Shrouded in an ice-cold void, he sensed no sound, no airflow, only a sense of everlasting loneliness…

The only light came from a golden ball of light in front of him.

“What’s going on? Didn’t I just light the divine fire on the statue? Why am I here?” Ding Hao frowned and floated in the void as if he were in a vacuum.

This sudden change surely had something to do with the human-shaped divine fire tower.

“Was I transported here because I touched the golden light?

“Or is this an illusion? Is my mind in a virtual space?”

Right at this moment…

“Despicable outsider, aren’t you going to give up yet? Dare you fight against me?”

A noble authoritative voice suddenly rose from within the light.

With the voice, Ding Hao clearly felt that waves of angry spiritual fluctuations pervaded the endless void.

Outsider?

Ding Hao was stunned. “Is that me?”

At that moment, the voice rang again, “Hm? Is it not an intruding devil? Another reckless nonentity who tries to steal my divine treasure? How daring, a lowlife like you coveting the divine throne? Damn you! I could use you as fertilizer. Go to hell!”

As his voice fell—

Rays of golden threads, like tentacles, spread out from the golden light.

In a split second, these golden threads reached Ding Hao and entwined him. The tip of the threads turned into sharp golden needles that pierced into Ding Hao’s hard muscles.

“Oh no…” Ding Hao felt that the vitality in his body was being sucked away by the golden threads.

He struggled with all his might.

Hundreds of golden threads were torn in an instant.

However, more golden threads extended out from the distant golden light and frantically surrounded Ding Hao from all directions. Within a short time, Ding Hao was almost turned into a rice dumpling. Sharp golden needles kept stabbing into Ding Hao’s body, absorbed his lifeforce…

“Hahaha, I didn’t expect for such a lowlife to possess such a powerful vitality…” the voice rose again, “What a pity. If you hadn’t coveted my divine treasure, I wouldn’t have to kill you. My duty has to be fulfilled. The bloodline of the Divine Court must be preserved. Even if I were to turn into a murderous demon with blood on my hands, I would still spare no expense!”

Ding Hao had no time to worry about the voice.

This sudden change had placed him in a predicament.

Nothing uncommon like this had happened when the little fatty Ren Xiaoyao and Evil Moon, the Fat Cat, lit divine fires.

Maybe he was a little greedy. The fact that this supreme sovereign statue was placed at the top of the giant tower meant that there was something special about it and that he shouldn’t rush to ignite its divine fire.

However, it was too late to regret.

Ding Hao struggled madly.

He summoned up his physical strength, which was comparable to a Two-apertured Martial Emperor, and broke the golden threads one by one.

With one hand, he summoned the rusted sword and the magical saber from the storage ring, planning to inject the Qi of Heaven Fire and Hell Ice into them to break the golden threads with the Supreme Strength of the sword to destroy the golden light.

However, just then, another unexpected change occurred.

As he summoned the rusted sword and the magical saber, a ray of green light flashed through the storage ring.

The green light seemed to be magical. Although it wasn’t strong, the crazy golden threads quieted down by its presence.

“This is…” The golden light let out a cry of surprise.

Ding Hao was also slightly stunned. He hesitated for a moment before wielding the rusted sword and the magic saber.

The next moment, the green glow grew rapidly and shot out rays of light that projected big-sized words in the endless void—

“On July 7th in the Palace of Eternal Life, we made a vow together deep in the night while no one else was there.”

Ding Hao was shocked.

He instantly knew where the green light came from.

It was the jade pendant that the Inspector of Snow Province, Ding Honglei, had given him.

The jade pendant had changed at that very moment. It flew out of the storage ring without being summoned, emitting a peculiar green light and projecting the engraved words in the void. Had this jade pendant perceived something?

Ding Hao felt extremely shocked.

The jade pendant and the bone bangle that Ding Honglei gave him offered incredible help at critical moments. Was it a coincidence, or her foresight? Why did she give such important things to him?

“On July… 7th… the Palace of… Eternal Life, we made a vow together… deep… deep in the night while no one else was there… ah, this jade pendant, the jade of the Divine Court… it’s my younger brother… Tell me, lowlife, who exactly are you? Why do you have this jade pendant?” The golden light started to tremble when it saw the two lines of green words in the void. It stuttered, with seemingly uncontrollable excitement.

Ding Hao was surprised, but he didn’t say anything.

“Who exactly are you… Could you be….” The golden light seemed to have remembered something and grew even more excited.

A golden arm suddenly stretched out from the light and kept extending. In the twinkling of an eye, it fetched the green jade pendant and drew it back together with the golden threads that had been pierced into Ding Hao’s body. A drop of Ding Hao’s light golden blood was dripped on the jade pendant.

The blood slowly seeped into the jade pendant.

“Ahhhhhhh…!” The golden light let out a maddening roar.

What emotion was behind this roar? Was it excitement, ecstasy, or sorrow? A violent spiritual fluctuation spread in the dark space like a lasting hurricane.

Ding Hao held the blades to guard himself.

After fifteen minutes had passed, peace was restored.

“Hahaha, I found him. This day has finally come. The descendant of the Divine Court has finally appeared. My brother, is it you who arranged everything and guided him here? Do you know how many years I’ve been waiting here?” The voice coming from the golden light gradually calmed down, but there was still a perceivable excitement.

The dense golden threads released Ding Hao and shrank back into the light.

There was a moment of silence.

The golden light seemed to be a bit timid when trying to find words to say.

Ding Hao could clearly feel that at this time, the spiritual fluctuation emitted by the golden light was no longer as cold and hostile as before; it became warm and gentle.

“My child, sorry to have frightened you… I didn’t know it was you. After so many years, I’ve become a little senile…” The voice in the golden light suddenly became genial, just like an elder who had survived the vicissitudes of life.

Ding Hao was confused. “You… who are you? Do you know me?”

Somehow, the moment his blood seeped into the green jade pendant, Ding Hao also sensed something. Suddenly, he felt close to the golden light in front of him, as if it were a long-lost relative.

“Kid, I’m your uncle!” the voice from within the golden light exclaimed.

“Excuse me?”

Ding Hao frowned.

“It should be a nice thing, but why does it sound like a curse?”