Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

Unless all the Gate Valve Clans in the world are wiped out, they will always find new agents to stage a grand drama of dynastic change.

This continuous entanglement is just spinning in a game of chess designed by them, wasting time."

Tie Dan couldn’t help but nod.

Indeed, even if he could really kill all the Gate Valves, they have mastered the Divine Skill of egg cloning, and the dead can resurrect in three days—how can you play like this?

Moreover, with the resurrection skill of the artificial people, he has personally seen those robotic Artificial People skills, strategic missile skills, orbital weapon skills, and unmanned drone skills.

To really fight against the Immortal Palace, sixty years is far from enough to settle it.

Tsk... so annoying, saving the world is really damn troublesome, what kind of fool would want to get involved in such a difficult matter...

"However, it’s not without a way..."

Hmm?

Tie Dan looked up, only to see Xuan Du seemingly lost in his own thoughts, holding his egg, as if making a firm decision,

"In fact, I have decided, if the next batch still fails, I will go to the Immortal Palace."

"Go to the Immortal Palace?"

Tie Dan was also stunned, never imagining that the pillar of the Mystic Sect, the Master Xuan Du who suppressed the world for five thousand years, would really disregard the rules like this.

Is the Mystic Sect throwing itself into the Immortal Palace something acceptable??

"Why not? In pursuit of the Dao, my lifespan is also nearing its end, the Taiji Dao is also a dead end.

And the Immortal Palace still has a path I have never seen before; isn’t it worth sacrificing oneself to be reborn to seek it?"

Xuan Du seemed to be reinforcing his belief, looking at the sphere and saying,

"As long as you don’t interfere with the Court’s layout for the world, they usually couldn’t be bothered to specifically target you.

I calculated that the Immortal Palace has a plan to migrate south, especially since Li Country has a great uprising coming, there will definitely be a southward migration of the Central Plains’ culture to thrive in the Southern Border.

I plan to reincarnate there, first as a Mixed Cultivator, then join the Immortal Palace, setting up early.

This way, I can also focus on researching the Heavenly Demons, avoiding being disturbed and delayed by my senior brothers."

"The South..."

According to the development in the dream, the Three Constellations Court did move to the Southern Capital, but the place with the uprising seems to be the Xun Country led by the Xie Family?

But Tie Dan was too lazy to point out the opponent’s arithmetic error, nodded,

"In that case, I won’t disturb the Great Mage anymore..."

"Wait a minute! I’ve talked for so long, it’s time for me to ask now! You suddenly barged in! Beat me up! Ruined my plans! What do you mean by that!"

Xuan Du, being inexplicably attacked, naturally refused to end things inexplicably,

"Besides, if you are truly unrelated to our Thunder Ancestor lineage, how could you possibly know about the underground Insect Clan seal!

No one has been there for thousands of years! I sealed it myself! If you are not my senior brother, who else told you!"

Tie Dan replied calmly,

"Dreamt of it."

Xuan Du almost jumped up,

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"You brat, you’re teasing me!"

Tie Dan sighed, looking around at these meatballs,

"Why is the Great Mage so persistent? You’ve studied them for so many years, I don’t believe it.

You, have you truly never had a dream?

That Daoist scripture inside the Xuan Nu Statue’s belly, who taught you?"

"Scripture? What scripture? Xuan Nu Statue? Inside the belly?"

Xuan Du was temporarily stunned, then suddenly flashed in front of Tie Dan, grabbing him,

"Show me! Show me!"

Tie Dan, feeling helpless, knowing no resolution from fighting this old man, drew in the ground with the Black Sword, transcribed that scripture.

Of course, this time it was right side up.

But it was meaningless. Because those words, though recognizable individually, made no sense together, clearly not a Mystic Sect’s art, evidently some secret transmission of the Taixu Immortal.

Therefore, Tie Dan guessed that Xuan Du must have obtained some Taixu Daoist Collection but kept it hidden, didn’t tell him truthfully. So, he unveiled it directly to him.

However, Xuan Du said nothing, just stared at the scripture, frowning so tightly, the cut on his brow bone cracked open, blood trickled down like a small stream over his eyeball, yet his eyes did not blink.

After a while, he stood there with wide eyes, immersed in the blood, as if gradually recalling some distant past, then seemingly catching some clue, painfully, slowly waking up.

Then he let go, slowly stood up, and walked towards the ruins.

"Yes, I have seen it... I have seen it in my dreams... but later I forgot..."

Tie Dan, perplexed, watched Xuan Du’s silhouette disappear into the distance, watched him manually open the newly repaired slab, digging into the earth, retrieving something, scooping it up with both hands.

White flesh, black blood, a sticky lump.

It was the embryo Tie Dan dug out from the belly of the Xuan Nu Statue earlier.

Then the old man looked at Tie Dan, revealing an unprecedentedly gracious and blissful smile.

"I remember now."

Then he resolutely lifted his head, opened his mouth, and swallowed the glob of flesh and blood.

This time, Tie Dan knitted his brows, holding a sword in his right hand, pinching a formula with his left hand, ready for unexpected changes.

However, time suddenly disappeared.

The air, sound, light, everything, suddenly halted.

It was as if darkness poured out from the void, ink staining the old man’s face, instantly permeating his entire body.

Then that elderly man, reaching toward the sky seemingly to embrace it, bent backward his arms.

Like a crow folding its wings, bending its spine, joints, knees, elbows, the ink-drenched silhouette stood up.

Straightened his spine, turning the back of his head toward Tie Dan, like a faceless face, crawled backward.

No, it cannot be said to crawl, rather, like in a stop-motion, flickering, instantly moved in front of Tie Dan, reached out to unmask his face.

Thus, Chen Xuantian realized, this future was hopeless.

So, he grabbed the sword in Tie Dan’s right hand and stabbed it through his heart.

Then he woke up.