Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 1025 - 1023: You Take the Lead, I’ll Support

The sky in June, it was sumr, but an inexplicable chill swept across the mortal world, making everything feel eerily off.

As if this horrifying battle had thrown the order of heaven and earth into chaos, even flipping the four seasons upside down.

How bizarre.

Blackhead Duck, who was in the middle of asuring the land, suddenly let out a squawk: "I can’t find his position. What the hell, this Emperor has road the cultivation world for millions of years—what grand scene haven’t I seen? What Emperor Mausoleum, graves, Yin and Yang, Nine Palaces, Wu Ji—what haven’t I dug up? So why the hell is the layout here so damn weird?"

"Duck bro, can you actually do this or not?" Xu Feng at the side expressed his doubts.

If it were in the past, Blackhead Duck would probably have jumped up and knocked on his skull, but now... it couldn’t even be bothered to acknowledge Xu Feng.

Its eyes went cloudy one mont, bright the next, muttering under its breath from ti to ti, then suddenly letting out ghostly shrieks. Its wings flapped in fits, and its claws had dug the ground bloody.

"Heaven and earth, mysterious and yellow, where is the peace to be found... This Emperor has to find the flaw in this layout." It steadied its mind and began pacing.

In its mind, it kept deducing the pattern of the Nine Heavens, from the lands of Southern Diaspora to Huangzhou, Southern Region, Northern Border, Western Regions, Wuzhou and so on...

One ancient map of an era after another unfolded in its mory.

An hour later, it cried out again, a gleam flashing through its now-clear eyes: "This Emperor’s got it. The Human Emperor Sword is condensed from the faith of all living beings, so... it has no form, no body. The Sword Body itself is the layout. Huh..."

As it spoke, Blackhead Duck got tangled up again.

If the Sword Body itself is the layout, then... what’s the Nine Heavens for?

It fell into deep thought. It kept feeling that sothing was off, sothing eerie was leaking out of it, but it just couldn’t figure it out.

This layout was simply too shocking.

"Duck bro, you just said the Sword Body itself is the layout. Then? Can we assu that the layout of the Human Emperor Sword is connected to sothing about this sword?" Xu Feng blurted out subconsciously.

Hm?

Blackhead Duck lifted its head and stared fixedly at Xu Feng: "What did you say?"

"The Sword Body itself is the layout..."

"The next sentence."

"The layout of the Human Emperor Sword is connected to sothing about this sword?"

"That’s it, it’s connected to the Human Emperor Sword..." Blackhead Duck gradually grew excited: "Other than the faith of all living beings, the most important thing is the man—the Human Emperor. Next is the Human Emperor Scripture. Son of a..."

"???"

"Right, it has to be the Human Emperor Scripture. The higher-ups of the alliance have probably already gathered the full Human Emperor Scripture over these years."

"Not a Human Emperor, and they can still cultivate the Human Emperor Scripture?"

"They can!" Blackhead Duck gave a definite answer. "The Divine Clan has plenty of tricks. Even if this person isn’t the Human Emperor, as long as they infuse him with the blood of a forr Human Emperor, and match it with so secret techniques, it’s possible to cultivate the Human Emperor Scripture."

"And then?"

"The Divine Clan wants to forge a fake Human Emperor to rule over the Human Clan." Blackhead Duck strode off, retracing from where they had co, starting to deduce again.

Then it took out an old sheepskin scroll—rough as hell, with badly damaged corners, though the contents were intact.

Inside the ancient scroll was the complete Human Emperor Scripture.

Xu Feng, who caught up from behind, stared with his eyes and mouth wide open: "You dug up the Human Emperor’s great tomb?"

This was absolutely explosive news, hard to believe. If this spread, this duck could forget about mixing in the mortal world.

"Kid Xu, you’re spouting nonsense again." Blackhead Duck slanted it a glance and declared righteously: "The Human Emperor fell and buried the Human Emperor Scripture with him. If not for this Emperor taking action, wouldn’t this precious scripture have been cut off forever?"

"..."

"This Emperor is doing a good deed." It explained with utter self-confidence...

The scripture on it was extrely strange—only a dozen or so characters, but every single one was glowing with bright light. Not only that, the characters would change form after a period of ti.

Just looking at it made Blackhead Duck’s head ache, and it couldn’t help swearing: "This Human Emperor really wasn’t fucking human. He keels over and still has to be buried with the Human Emperor Scripture. Then this Emperor digs it out... oh no, takes it out, and still can’t properly observe it. Makes it look like this Emperor is dying to get his hands on your crappy scripture or sothing."

Xu Feng sidled up with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes: "You’re not dying for it? Then let have a look."

Blackhead Duck cursed: "Get lost." Suddenly, it raised its head and glanced at the sky. The battle along the Heavenly Fortune Tao was becoming more and more terrifying.

Even though it didn’t have that direct, intense clash of blows, the invisible pressure alone was suffocating it.

They had to speed up.

They had to find that bastard.

"What if there’s another possibility? That guy isn’t anywhere near the Ancient City at all." Xu Feng said.

"Where do you think he is?" Blackhead Duck looked at him.

"When soone holds a sword, they grip the hilt. When soone rides a sword, they stand in the very middle of the Sword Body."

Xu Feng had barely finished speaking when Blackhead Duck shot off like a bolt.

Son of a bitch.

This guy actually made a lot of sense.

When you ride a sword, you definitely stand in the middle.

So, looking at the landform of the Nine Heavens, Huangzhou was the very middle of the Sword Body.

The Ancient City was the sword hilt, Huangzhou the sword blade, and Southern Diaspora the sword tip.

If this sword was set in motion, the direction it would slash was the Heaven Martial Continent.

Well damn!

Not long ago, they had just exposed a lting Furnace plan. If An hadn’t been nosy and accidentally run into it, the lting Furnace Array would probably have wrapped around the Heaven Martial Continent by now.

And now, here ca a sword-riding sche.

It had guessed right.

When they reached Huangzhou, the Sword Montum here was particularly intense.

But because of the battles along the Ancient Road and over at the Ancient City drawing in a lot of the Human Clan, plus the turmoil of heaven and earth, Tao flowing backward, and the seasons in chaos...

The Sword Montum appearing in Huangzhou hadn’t attracted much attention. People just assud it was the aftershock of the battle.

"Duck." In the distance, a white-robed scholar smiled even more brightly, his bearing refined and elegant.

"Holy shit, how are you here?" Blackhead Duck was surprised.

"I saw soone barge in here, so I ca looking for him." The scholar smiled.

"Who?"

"The Ancient City genius, Sound."

This guy’s background was anything but ordinary, and he’d cultivated so terrifying art. He’d kept his eyes shut for years, constantly building up. If he opened his eyes, it was impossible to imagine what heights he might reach.

Blackhead Duck’s feathers stood on end. In an instant, it recalled that every ti it saw Sound, that feeling always seed so familiar!

And that resplendent golden palace of his was extrely similar to the Human Emperor Palace.

A terrifying idea suddenly surfaced.

Blackhead Duck’s scalp went numb: "If you run into him, can you beat him?"

The scholar shook his head: "No. The combat strength of the Power of Creation isn’t very high, and I haven’t cultivated any other paths over these years."

"..."

Blackhead Duck stared at him: "What if we both go at him?"

The scholar smiled: "Even two against one, the advantage would still be his."

Creation is a kind of rit-based cultivation. In the early stages it’s very hard to have any combat strength, but once it reaches the late stages, it can absolutely crush others of the sa realm with ease.

Of course, right now didn’t count as late stage yet.

It was just that, with Blackhead Duck added in, their side would have a huge advantage—he contributed one tenth, and the duck nine tenths.

Blackhead Duck had no idea what the scholar was thinking. If it knew, it would definitely fly into a rage and storm off: "You banana-humping bastard, this Emperor’s taking nine-tenths of the work—what do I need you for?"

Oh!

In its heart, it still didn’t quite trust the scholar. After all, in all these years it had never seen the scholar make a move.

As for Creation?

What the hell is Creation?

Anyway, it didn’t get it.

Blackhead Duck simply didn’t want anyone else knowing this secret. Sound’s origins could very likely overturn the world’s understanding.

And would change it too.

Just thinking of that got Blackhead Duck excited. It grabbed the scholar and started planning: "When we et Sound later, you’ll be the main force, I’ll just assist from the side."

The scholar: "???"