Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6107: We Really Win This Time

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When he woke up, a million eras had passed.

“Danbao!” Jian Wushuang turned his head to look at Danbao.

Danbao understood without needing words.

“Don’t worry, I will revive him!” Danbao said, then began to gather life force and injected it into Hu Qing’s body.

It didn’t take long for Hu Qing’s consciousness to awaken as well.

Similar to Jian Wushuang’s situation, Hu Qing’s eyelids twitched a few times before he fully woke up.

A group of people gathered around again.

Hu Qing blinked.

Everyone was blinking at him too.

On this day, the two greatest heroes of Qishen Temple had both awakened.

The entire Qishen Temple was in celebration.

The Tianjie Yuanyang Palace even hosted a grand banquet.

Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing sat on either side of Zhen Ling.

“Haha!” Zhen Ling, with a face full of joy, looked at the prosperous scene before him, turned to Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing, and happily said, “I’ve waited a million eras longer than you two for this day!”

After Mie Sheng fell.

Qishen Temple lost its greatest opponent and became the dominant force in the downstream spacetime.

However, Zhen Ling never held a banquet because of that battle.

At this moment, Wu Zuo looked at Jian Wushuang and repeated what Zhen Ling had said to everyone back then.

“The main characters haven’t awakened, so what’s there to be happy about?”

Hold a banquet?

For whom?

A celebration without the heroes?

Would it still be called a celebration?

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang revealed a slight smile, though his eyes showed a bit of sadness.

He raised his glass, and with a hint of reverence in his voice, said, “Lord Zhen Ling, this toast is for you!”

“No, no!” Zhen Ling shook his head and said, “This toast should be from all of us to you and Hu Qing!”

Zhen Ling raised his glass, and everyone in the hall fell silent.

Countless eyes were fixed on Zhen Ling above.

Some were Universe Masters who rose after Mie Sheng’s fall, while others had lived under the threat of the Temple of World Annihilation.

There were also generational inheritors, and even some elders within Qishen Temple.

Such as the former Yuanyang Palace Master “Qing Niu!”

And Wu Zuo’s life-and-death brother “Lu Hua!”

Many, many people.

They were all watching.

This toast was for everyone!

Everyone drank together!

Afterward, they each did as they pleased.

Originally planning to drink for thirty thousand years with Jian Wushuang, Wu Zuo ended up competing with Wu Li. The two used their spatial treasures to drink, with rivers of alcohol flowing within them.

No one knew where Wu Li got the divine fruit liquor from, but just one pot was enough to knock Wu Zuo out.

It made everyone laugh.

Jian Wushuang also learned about the events of these years from Zhen Ling.

A million eras were enough to change many things.

However, he didn’t care about the development of Qishen Temple, as without an opponent, there would naturally be no waves.

Instead, he asked about the shattered Temple of World Annihilation.

And the whereabouts of Broly.

He hadn’t killed Broly; the other should still be alive.

He realized this later.

If Broly had recovered back then, no one would have been able to stop him.

Upon inquiring, Zhen Ling told him that the Realm King had thrown Broly into the abyss, and he shouldn’t be able to come out.

Even if he did, it would be on the Realm God Continent.

Broly, like a beast, being thrown into the abyss, was considered his final resting place.

If it weren’t for the backlash putting him to sleep, Broly would have perished.

After chatting with Zhen Ling for a long time, Jian Wushuang was pulled away by Wu Li to drink, putting all matters aside.

This unprecedented banquet lasted for a month.

Danbao and Wu Li also reached the time to bid farewell.

The two had played in Qishen Temple for several years, and only reluctantly left.

Before leaving, Wu Li even urged him to go to the Realm God Continent as soon as possible.

Because it was truly wonderful there, with many strong people.

And many opportunities.

Much more exciting than in the Northern Spacetime.

Jian Wushuang merely nodded; he hadn’t made up his mind yet.

Moreover, the affairs of the Northern Spacetime were still unresolved.

According to his initial intentions, he planned to unify the Northern Spacetime.

However, from what he learned from Wu Li, it wouldn’t be long before the entire spacetime river of the Northern Spacetime would condense into one.

At that time, the entire Northern Spacetime would undergo an overall enhancement.

This made him temporarily shelve his idea.

Currently, the situation was also good.

Poised and ready.

Externally, there was no competitive pressure, but internally, the pressure was still significant.

Otherwise, several Universe Masters of the Seven Tribulations Realm wouldn’t have emerged successively within a million years.

Among them were Xin Jiu and Gong Miaoyi’s son, Gong Ming.

All ten Divine Lords of Qishen Temple had already reached the Seventh Tribulation realm.

No one had any objections to this.

With Danbao’s departure, Jian Wushuang also found some leisure.

For a time, without any goals, he first restored both his Origin Source and divine body to their peak.

After sleeping for a hundred million epochs, he no longer wanted to go into seclusion for cultivation.

So, he left Qishen Temple and wandered in the desolate domain.

He visited Little Si World, or the Xiaosi Domain, and the Tongtian Buddha Realm.

And also the hometown of Ji Chaoyang.

The Ji family’s dynasty still existed.

Moreover, it was flourishing.

“The beauty of the capital is indeed beautiful!” With nothing better to do, he entered the capital of the Ji family’s dynasty and played around like a mortal.

As he wandered, he ended up in the imperial palace.

He couldn’t help it; he just followed the widest path.

Passing through various gates, the guards acted as if they couldn’t see him.

In fact, they really couldn’t see him.

“The harem?”

As he walked, he felt something was off and found himself in the harem.

While playing around, he had heard that the current emperor had taken 3,000 concubines, and this harem…

Thinking of this, a mischievous smile appeared on Jian Wushuang’s face. Humming a little tune, he walked in with small steps.

Don’t get the wrong idea, he wasn’t there to have fun.

“Little one!”

In front of a rock garden, faint cries could be heard. Jian Wushuang lowered his head and came to a little girl, making a funny face to scare her. “Little one, if you keep crying, I’ll take you away!”

“You… you can take me away!” The little girl, tired from crying, said between gasps, “My mother is gone, anyway… anyway, no one wants me!”

This little girl was no ordinary child but the little princess of the Ji family.

She held a very high status.

Yet she had a tragic life.

Her mother was just an ordinary concubine, who had been favored by the current emperor only once, and then she was born.

“Take you away?” Jian Wushuang retorted, “Don’t falsely accuse me and ruin my reputation!”

The little girl’s words startled him. He had only been here for half a day and hadn’t done anything improper.

Placing his hand gently on the little girl’s head, Jian Wushuang instantly understood.

It turned out her mother had already passed away.

She had died three months ago.

Without her mother, the little princess had a hard life.

The emperor of the Ji family had tens of thousands of children, if not hundreds of thousands.

He probably didn’t even know who this little girl was born to, so how could he care about his little daughter’s well-being?

Without her mother’s protection, the little girl was bullied, even by eunuchs and palace maids.

“So pitiful!” Jian Wushuang sighed.

The sorrow of being born in an imperial family!