"Could it be that the human-demon war in the ancient era did not happen on the Celestial Martial Continent?"
Chu Ming’s eyes flashed with confusion.
"During the human-demon war in the ancient era, the number of Life and Death Realm Kings and top Demon Kings combined exceeded a thousand. Given the spatial capacity of the Celestial Martial Continent, how could it possibly withstand the aftermath of such battles?"
The Ancient Sword Emperor smiled faintly, as if returning to those years of struggle against the demons, to the days of galloping with swords and blades, and the bloodshed that marked that era. In those times, the Human Race barely survived, with only one purpose: to live!
"The Ancient Battlefield has actually existed for a very long time. It was the frontline against the Demon Race during the ancient era. Back then, I fought the Demon Emperor on the Ancient Battlefield and eventually burned my life force to severely wound the Demon Emperor."
The Ancient Sword Emperor continued his explanation.
"However, since that battle, the Ancient Battlefield seems to have been shattered and is now scattered in the void. Finding it is extremely difficult, but if found, it would be a great fortune."
Chu Ming listened intently, understanding the Ancient Sword Emperor’s implicit meaning. Many Life and Death Realm Kings and even those who were titled as emperors and kings must have fallen on the Ancient Battlefield, leaving behind numerous treasures.
While Chu Ming remained silent, the fragment on the high platform was auctioned off by a Guiyuan Realm martial artist. No one fought him for it, as the auction’s conclusion meant the fragment would no longer be a secret.
Chu Ming got up and left the private box. Many martial artists also stood up and headed to the back stage to exchange their auctioned items. To claim their goods, they had to go backstage after the auction, exchanging Spirit Stones for treasures.
"Here is your True Essence Fruit!"
An elder in a white robe, appearing like a steward, placed a white fruit in Chu Ming’s hand. Chu Ming examined it carefully, confirmed it was correct, and then took out three hundred thousand upper-grade Spirit Stones from his storage ring, piling them on the ground.
The elder swept his spiritual sense, easily counting the Spirit Stones.
Chu Ming was about to leave when he suddenly saw an evil-looking middle-aged man in a white robe walking towards him with a sullen face.
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Pale Bone True Monarch was extremely displeased. Not only did he fail to secure the True Essence Fruit, but he also missed several other treasures he desired due to insufficient Spirit Stones.
Chu Ming’s expression remained indifferent as he nodded slightly, his eyes fearless, staring directly at Pale Bone True Monarch.
"Good! Good! Good! You are the first Guiyuan Realm martial artist to speak to me . It’s best to be careful when you leave the Pill Cauldron Pavilion."
Pale Bone True Monarch’s blood-red eyes were filled with destruction as he glared at Chu Ming, then turned and walked out of the Pill Cauldron Pavilion, vanishing in an instant.
"Little brother, that man is Pale Bone True Monarch, infamous in Rainbow City for his acts of murder and robbery. You must be careful."
The steward of the Pill Cauldron Pavilion warned Chu Ming as Pale Bone True Monarch left.
Chu Ming nodded. From Pale Bone True Monarch’s body, he sensed a surge of spiritual power, almost comparable to Jin Huan’s.
Upon leaving the Pill Cauldron Pavilion, Chu Ming felt a presence locking onto him from behind. A faint smile curled at his lips as he flew into the sky, heading towards the outskirts of Rainbow City.
Outside Rainbow City, chaos reigned. The dismembered bodies of demons were strewn about, their blood not yet dry, painting the ground a horrifying red.
"You’ve chosen a fine place for your grave!"
A white figure streaked across the sky, causing a slight tremor in the void. Pale Bone True Monarch’s figure appeared in front of Chu Ming, his skin cracked, revealing the white bones within, likely the source of his name.
"It’s not certain whose grave it will be."
Chu Ming’s expression was calm as he gazed at Pale Bone True Monarch. The hundred and eight meridians in his body surged wildly, unleashing a torrent of spiritual power. A mighty Sword Momentum rose from Chu Ming, pressing towards Pale Bone True Monarch.
Pale Bone True Monarch snorted coldly, raising his hands. His long sleeves fluttered as a sharp white light shot from his hand, transforming into a white cage that enveloped Chu Ming.
The Star Trace Sword was unsheathed. Chu Ming raised the Star Trace Sword above his head with his right hand, and a blurry sword light erupted, causing a slight ripple in the space, illuminating it entirely.
The white cage was instantly severed into two by the sword light, the bone fragments disintegrating into pure spiritual power and dissipating in the air.
"I underestimated you!"
Pale Bone True Monarch finally took him seriously. As the bone cage shattered, he struck out with his fist. A radiant surge of spiritual power bloomed on his fist, and he charged, shattering the air and creating a vacuum.
Clang! Clang! Clang...
Chu Ming’s sword strikes flowed like water, unpredictable. The air was filled with sword shadows clashing against Pale Bone True Monarch’s fists, producing sounds of metal colliding, and sparks flew rapidly in all directions.
With another collision, Pale Bone True Monarch’s hand gesture changed abruptly. His right hand, like the tongue of a nimble snake, transformed, reaching directly for Chu Ming’s chest, his claws sharp enough to pierce air.
In a flash, a fleeting sword light flashed from Chu Ming’s Star Trace Sword.
The sound of tearing robes echoed. Pale Bone True Monarch’s eyes flickered as he retreated, glancing at the white robe on his chest, where a white mark appeared, with a trace of blood seeping out.
Fear surged in his heart. Pale Bone True Monarch suddenly had a retreating thought. Throughout the fight, he had mostly gauged Chu Ming’s strength, but most concerning was Chu Ming’s sword. Among swordsmen, known for their lethal power, Chu Ming’s sword was particularly menacing and unpredictable.
He guessed that even among the top five young swordsmen of the time, their understanding of the Sword Dao wouldn’t surpass Chu Ming’s.
Chu Ming gave him no time to think, with a white streak appearing in the horizon. The Slaughter Sword Intent roared in the air, the Star Trace Sword’s light descending, directly slashing toward Pale Bone True Monarch.
Pale Bone True Monarch punched forward, the white light like a dragon rampaging in the air.
The collision sent a terrifying white wave sweeping in all directions, the blood-soaked sand on the ground swirling and blurring their sight.
"Blood Cage Imprisonment!"