Primordial: Sword Saint of the World! Ten thousand swords worship heaven and earth
1 The Heavenly Que Form! Jie School’s junior brother!

The mounta

Settings
ScrollingScrolling

The Primordial World was vast and boundless.

Ever since Dao Ancestor Hongjun had taught three times in Zixia Palace, the Mysterious Sect had flourished.

Six Saints becoming Saints!

The Lich was at its peak!

100,000 years ago, the first great war broke out between the liches and demons, and the Heavenly Court was almost destroyed.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun came forward to stop the war and set a decree that no war could be fought for a million years.

In today's Untainted Land, the Witches and Demons ruled over the world, and no one dared to challenge them.

Only the saint orthodoxies were an exception, especially Jie School, where tens of thousands of immortals came to worship.

……

Eastern Sea, Golden Turtle Island.

Immortal qi curled up, auspicious clouds hung down, and it looked like an immortal.

On this day.

The Gold Spirit Holy Mother brought back a disciple named Wen Zhong.

"Master, what is he doing?”

Wen Zhong looked at a young man who had his eyes closed and was drawing his sword again and again and asked in confusion.

It was common sense for cultivators in the Wilderness to comprehend the Great Path nomological laws and improve their cultivation.

However, the young man in front of him did not try to comprehend the laws of the Great Path, but drew his sword again and again, which made Wen Zhong unable to understand.

If he couldn't raise his cultivation, what was the use of cultivating his divine arts?

Moreover, from the movements of the youth, it seemed that he had only cultivated a very ordinary divine art.

Wasn't this a waste of time?

After all, it was a great opportunity for countless creatures in the Untainted Land to become a disciple of a Sage's orthodoxy.

Every disciple who entered the Saint's orthodoxy would put their thoughts on improving their cultivation.

The Gold Spirit Holy Mother looked at the youth with sympathy and explained,

"That's your Little Uncle-Master. He was brought back by Master Tongtian back then.”

"It's a pity that he was born with a lack of talent. He's blind and doesn't even have perception.”

"Back then, Master Tongtian only taught him the ordinary Three Swords of Heaven-Splitting. It's been 300 years, and he's still practicing it!”

Her little junior brother was determined, but he was destined to have little success in his life.

The Gold Spirit Holy Mother sighed in her heart, but other than sympathy, she could not help much.

Even Master Tongtian could not help her see the light again, let alone her?

As for the path of cultivation, one's background determined one's future heights.

Those with a deeper foundation, be it comprehending Great Dao laws or cultivating divine powers, were faster.

For those with average talent, even if they were given heaven-defying cultivation techniques and the saints personally imparted their teachings, their talent limited their comprehension and could not be compared to those with profound talent.

Hearing this, Wen Zhong could not help but feel sympathy. He could not help but sigh,

"I'm afraid that only Jie School, which teaches everyone without discrimination, will take this Youngest Uncle-Master in.”

Saint orthodoxies placed emphasis on one's background. Those with ordinary talent had no chance of joining a Saint orthodoxy, let alone those with Tianque.

To be able to become a disciple of a Saint's orthodoxy was definitely a great fortune.

Unfortunately, such a great opportunity was wasted.

"Don't talk about your elders!"

Although Wen Zhong was right, Jie School's teachings were to educate all living beings.

However, the teachings of the saints placed the most emphasis on respecting teachers. How could a disciple casually comment on the right and wrong of an elder?

Even though Wen Zhong was her disciple and had a much stronger background than her junior brother, she couldn't talk about him behind his back.

A junior should have the awareness of a junior!

"Master, I know my mistake."

Wen Zhong hurriedly lowered his head. He was just expressing his feelings and had no other intentions.

It was more of sympathy for this Youngest Uncle. He had the chance to enter the Saint's orthodoxy, but he had no chance to ride the wind.

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother reminded him and did not continue to blame him. She took Wen Zhong to see Saint Tongtian.

Gu Changsheng, who was blind, had a keen sense of hearing. Naturally, he heard the conversation between the Gold Spirit Holy Mother and Wen Zhong clearly.

However, he did not care.

He had heard this kind of words too many times. In the beginning, it would affect his mood and he would always be in a low mood.

But after getting used to it, it didn't matter anymore.

What could he do if he was born with a lack of talent?

Moreover, the disciples of Jie School only said a few words out of sympathy for him. They did not mean to humiliate him.

However, he did not need anyone's sympathy.

No one knew that he actually did not belong to this world.

He was a transmigrator who had transmigrated to the human race.

In the Primordial World where Golden Immortals were as common as dogs and Zenith Heaven was everywhere, even Quasi-Sages were in danger of dying at any time.

Not to mention the weak human race?

They could become food for the demons at any time.

It could be said that the beginning was a tragedy.

It was fine if he was weak, but what was even more tragic was that he was blind and Tianque!

To immortals, they didn't have sight, but they still had spiritual perception.

Unfortunately, Gu Changsheng did not even have the ability to sense with his psychic power. He was completely blind.

Even Tongtian, who was a saint, could not help him see the light again.

If he hadn't met Tongtian by chance and relied on his foresight as a transmigrator to say some words that taught everyone regardless of class, which attracted Tongtian's praise, he wouldn't have had the chance to become a disciple of a Saint with his background.

In the primeval world dominated by liches and demons, there was no halo of being a disciple of a saint. Perhaps he would be swallowed by the demons as soon as he transmigrated.

Anyone would feel depressed at such a miserable start, and Gu Changsheng was not surprised.

His identity as a disciple of a Saint's orthodoxy only allowed him to receive protection, but it could not change his mediocrity.

There was no way for him to see the light again.

Gu Changsheng had lamented more than once that the heavens were unfair to him. Other transmigrators would either have a hard time at the beginning or a powerful cheat.

But now…it was different!

"Three Styles of Sky Splitting! Starting stance!"

Gu Changsheng focused his attention and drew his sword.

The sound of a sword chime rang out, and a mysterious sword essence vaguely appeared.

Congratulations to the host for drawing the sword 100,000 times!

Sword Intent Comprehension 100%, Sword Dao Attainment leveled up to Dao Level!

Obtained Mystery Gift Bag!

Gu Changsheng was delighted when he heard the system notification.

This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]

Last Next Contents
Bookshelf ADD Settings
Reviews Add a review
Chapter loading