Chapter 5995 Old Drunkard
No one led the way for Long Chen. As he ascended the main peak alone, he was surprised to find there were no guards, no checkpoints—nothing to prevent anyone from going up.
At that moment, he sensed that the mountain lord’s intention for him to climb this peak was not so simple.
The path was wide and winding, but the sheer size of the mountain made it feel almost straight. Long Chen was sure this wasn’t the same path Elder Huang Xuan had guided him on. Now, with no guide, he could only choose a direction on his own.
Long Chen walked steadily until the road forked into two. Unsure which one was correct, he chose one at random. Before long, the path split again and again, but Long Chen didn’t pay it any mind.
He didn’t make any conscious decision about what path he should take and just went on with it.
After countless turns, he realized he was walking through a labyrinth. Yet he didn’t panic. He maintained his calm pace.
For some reason, as he walked this maze, his heart grew calmer. His soul was still, and even his violet blood felt quiet.
The road climbed higher and higher. After a while, violet clouds surrounded Long Chen, blurring the difference between up and down. A
All of a sudden, an icy sensation struck him, as if he had just walked into an icehouse.
What dense killing intent!
Long Chen was surprised. He continued forward, only to find himself entering a burial ground.
Grave mounds could be seen on both sides of the path, stretching endlessly into the mist. Each grave was simple, looking like a pile of soil topped with a gravestone. But on each of them lay a weapon.
Long Chen was immediately drawn to a sword resting on one of the graves. He had no idea how long it had been resting here. But even in its sheath, it emanated a torrential killing intent.
The gravestone bore no name, but there was a single line on it.
“The destruction of the Heavenly Daos, the end of the ten thousand laws! A soul cannot rest in peace when the body dies filled with regrets!”
Long Chen turned to the next gravestone and saw a spear lying on it. As expected, there was another line on it.
“My soul does not rest! I will be reborn and let the blood of those fiends rain down from the heavens!”
“I slay devils, I walk through the heavens. I alone shall stand at the peak of the world!”
“If this world is mine, then what fear have I of the Netherworld?”
“I throw myself into the Netherworld, my roar shaking this world. The Nether Emperor and Ghost Sovereign kneel beneath me...”
Long Chen softly murmured the words carved on each gravestone. With every line, it felt as if he were being pulled into the chaotic war of the primal chaos era. He saw hot-blooded heavenly geniuses die with regret. While their bodies had fallen, their hatred had not.
Touching the carving on one gravestone, Long Chen could feel the emotion within each stroke... their resentment, unwillingness, and powerful will. These words had been etched not by chisels, but by the very weapons that now lay guarding the graves.
Though the masters of these weapons were long gone, the blades carried their will on and continued to protect them.
Looking at these nameless gravestones, Long Chen felt a wave of sorrow wash over him.
These weapons were more than just tools of battle—they were the echoes of true heroes. Otherwise, they would not continue to guard the graves so loyally.
With a wave of his hand, Long Chen summoned the sword from the first gravestone, and it landed in his grip with a hum.
Drawing the blade, he unleashed a violet arc through the air. Icy Sword Qi burst forth and sliced the air with terrifying sharpness. After countless years of slumber, the sword had clearly been waiting, charging its power just to shine again in this era.
“It’s a pity I wasn’t born in your era,” Long Chen said softly. “But don’t worry... those who will inherit your will are coming.”
These were very rare Sovereign weapons. To receive their recognition, even a Heaven Saint was not qualified. Only when this generation of heavenly geniuses stepped into the Human Emperor realm would they be worthy of challenging their trials.
Their masters had once shaken the world, so ordinary cultivators weren’t even worth their gaze. But after ages of waiting, these weapons burned with the desire for vengeance.
The sharp killing intent from earlier was their desire for vengeance. Thankfully, Long Chen’s will was strong enough; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to endure it.
These divine weapons responded to Long Chen’s presence. One by one, the gravestones lit up like stars in the night.
Long Chen’s heart sank.
Just what had happened in the primal chaos era? Why had so many terrifying heroes died with such sorrow and hatred?
Long Chen slowly sheathed the sword and returned it to the first grave. He could sense its original master’s aura. It had been a powerful Sovereign Lord and also a sword cultivator. But beyond that, the past remained a mystery.
Taking a deep breath, Long Chen continued onward with haste. The suffocating aura of this burial ground was too heavy, and it weighed down on his soul.
All of a sudden, fear crept into Long Chen's heart.
Would he and his comrades also fall like these Sovereign Lords? Would they, too, become nameless mounds of earth, leaving behind only regrets?
These Sovereign Lords had once burned with grand ambition, only to end up as fallen heroes. What they left behind were divine weapons that inherited their will. In their place, these weapons would protect the future of the younger generations.
Long Chen didn’t know how long he walked. Eventually, the violet mist started to fade, and a brilliant world unfolded before him, uplifting his heavy heart.
A crystalline violet lake appeared ahead, its surface reflecting the sky like an otherworldly dream. Just looking at the lake cleansed Long Chen’s emotions. All his worries vanished.
The mountain lord was probably talking about this place, right?
This place was indeed perfect for cultivation.
With so many chaotic thoughts swirling in his head, especially after absorbing so many runes in the Violet Cloud Pavilion, Long Chen desperately needed a calm place like this.
Just from looking at the lake’s surface, Long Chen could tell that it was extraordinary.
He had thought this was the summit, but to his surprise, the mountain continued to rise, its peak lost in the clouds.
“Well, this place is the best place for me now. If I can’t comprehend anything, I’ll just keep climbing,” Long Chen muttered.
Not wanting to waste any time, Long Chen flew over to the center of the lake. Violet qi surged out from his body, and countless runes bloomed across the lake’s surface.
Just as he started cultivating, a ragged elderly figure stirred from the shadows at the lakeside.
The elder looked like a beggar, with a filthy robe and unkempt hair. Still half-asleep, he fumbled around a small campfire until his hand found a wine gourd. As soon as he touched the wine gourd, his hand stopped trembling. He then opened it and took a deep breath.
“Ah, it’s strong!”
Letting out a satisfied sigh, the old man finally opened his eyes. Through the blur of his drunken gaze, he saw Long Chen cultivating in the middle of the lake.
His eyes widened slightly, and a faint awareness returned to him.
He grumbled, “Ah... that little brat’s finally appeared. What a pain. My peaceful days are over. Hmph, if they’re going to end anyway, I might as well drink a few more rounds and sleep a bit longer...”
Taking another few gulps of wine, the elder let his eyes droop again. He then leaned back and slipped into sleep once more, but he didn’t let go of the wine gourd.