Chapter 168 The Destruction of a Civilization

Chapter 168 The destruction of a civilization

Traveling in the wind world.

Cangyang Clan, [Wanshi Palace].

The leaders of the major forces gathered together.

At this time, they had different looks and different opinions.

"The ancestor is about to pass away, so the candidate for [Sword Holder] should be finalized quickly."

"I don't think I have to choose. Isn't it good that there is no [Sword Holder]?"

"Yes, the existence of [Sword Holder] has long been established by the old emperor. Why should the life and death of our tribe be in the hands of just one [Sword Holder]!"

The Cangyang tribe is the main ethnic group in the Youfeng Realm.

There are hundreds of millions of people.

The leaders of these forces represent the Cangyang ethnic group.

At this time, a clear voice sounded.

"In the year 2111 of Youfengli, the God Realm came to invade this world."

"In the year 2150 of Youfengli, our clan cannot bear the enslavement of the gods and launches a counterattack!"

"In the same year, the ancestor built the [Wuwang Palace] and named himself the [Sword Holder]."

"It has been 52,100 years in the travel history, that is, this year, the ancestor of our clan [Zheng Zha] is about to pass away!"

The masters of many powerful forces listened silently.

They have some knowledge of this history.

But they still couldn't change their determination to cancel the [Sword Bearer] system.

Because the [Sword Holder] controls the life and death of the entire interface.

Why?

Why should my life be in the hands of others!

Shouldn't everyone make the decision on their own life?

This is not fair!

Someone strong broke the silence and elicited echoes.

"The God Realm has not arrived for 50,000 years, and I don't think it will come in the future."

"That's right, the ancestor is about to pass away. Could it be that some people want to have supreme power, so they support the [Sword Holder] system?"

"I think that's the case, we can't agree to this!"

"Our life and death are decided by ourselves!"

The leader of the force who had finished reading the history of Youfeng Realm felt a little cold at the moment when he heard a group of strong men passionately opposing the [Sword Holder] system.

He suddenly stood up and looked around.

Unexpectedly, he found that no one spoke up to support him.

Either remain silent or choose to cancel the [Sword Bearer System].

He was the only one who persisted alone.

He smiled miserably:

"For the continuation of the ethnic group and the dignity of the ethnic group, our ancestors have been lonely for tens of thousands of years!"

"Who is he doing for? He is doing it for our Cangyang clan!"

"Without the one who holds the sword, this world will surely perish along with the Cangyang clan!"

However, everyone laughed at his words.

…

There is no palace on Wuwang Mountain.

An old man looked like a statue, sitting cross-legged in the palace.

He remained motionless, as if he had been there since eternity.

At this time...

A figure suddenly appeared.

"Wei Lou, see our ancestor!"

He is actually the person who maintains the [Sword Holder] system in Wanshi Palace.

Ancestor Zheng Zha suddenly opened his eyes.

Two dim lights flashed out of his eyes.

Wei Lou looked at the ancestor in front of him.

He felt a pain in his heart for no reason!

The ancestor was extremely talented and talented, and he was already a peak Half-Saint level expert.

As long as you move forward a little bit, you can break through to the holy level.

However……

There was a battle with the gods.

The ancestor was seriously injured and could not recover from his injuries.

The strength also suffered heavy losses.

No further progress is possible.

and……

The ancestor had to endure tremendous pain every day.

A whole fifty thousand years.

The ancestor endured it alone for fifty thousand years!

Thinking of this, Wei Lou felt extremely sad.

If the ancestor had not been injured and could have broken through to the holy level, then there would have been no dispute over the [Sword Holder System].

As long as the ancestor is there, the sword holder will be there.

The existence of the sword holder can ensure that the Cangyang tribe can live with dignity.

"coming……"

Zheng Zha said calmly: "How are the discussions on the next [Sword Holder] going?"

Hearing this, Wei Lou lowered his eyebrows, clenched his fists, and said in a trembling voice: "Ancestor, we, I..."

"hehe."

Zheng Zha smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I expected it."

"This world has been at peace for a long time."

"Almost no one remembers how the Cangyang tribe felt in danger when they were struggling between life and death."

"Times have changed."

He said calmly: "I hold a bomb in my hand, a bomb that can destroy the entire interface.

No one wants to sleep with a bomb in their arms now. They all want to cancel the [Sword Bearer System], right? "

Wei Lou lowered his head, his voice weak: "Yes, ancestor."

Zheng Zha took a deep breath and said: "It doesn't matter, the injuries in my body can no longer be suppressed, and I will die tomorrow."

"I won't be able to control it after I die."

"Ancestor!" Wei Lou said tremblingly.

Zheng Zha sighed: "I once heard that giving life to time is not time to life."

Wei Lou was silent.

Zheng Zha continued: "The Cangyang tribe has a glorious history and a glorious civilization. We have given the Cangyang tribe the glory of this time during their existence."

"After I die, I hope you can stay like this too."

"Rather than losing the entire civilization just to survive, just to extend life."

Wei Lou nodded and said, "Yes, ancestor."

Zheng Zha shook his head. He didn't know if his words were of any use.

He stood up slowly.

A sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

This is a sword.

It is also a great weapon that can destroy this world.

Or the invisible bomb in the arms of the creatures of this world.

Destruction or survival.

It all depends on the sword holder's thoughts.

Zheng Zha held the sword.

He walked to Wei Lou and suddenly asked: "How long have you not looked at the stars?"

Wei Lou was stunned, and he said: "A long, long time, so long that I can't remember."

Zheng Zha smiled slightly:

"Although we are all insects in the gutter, we should also look at the stars often. There is an endless starry sky with everything we can't imagine. It may be cruel or beautiful, but as long as you think about it, you can see the unknown world that you can't even imagine, and you feel that life is full of beauty."

Wei Lou nodded.

He thought, if the ancestor hadn't become a [Sword Holder].

He would definitely go to the endless starry sky.

After all, the ancestor is a person who likes to look at the stars so much, but he has never left this world.

The ancestor not only gave his life.

He also gave his dreams to the tribe.

"Go, go back and tell them."

Zheng Zha looked up at the sky and said slowly: "This sword will be buried with me forever."

Wei Lou trembled all over!

Zheng Zha suddenly smiled and said: "When a man is about to die, his words are good. I have a word for you and the Cangyang tribe."

Wei Lou said solemnly: "Please speak, ancestor."

"If you lose your humanity, you will lose a lot. But if you lose your animality, you will lose everything."

Zheng Zha said: "Go, you can collect the body tomorrow."

Wei Lou's figure suddenly disappeared.

...

Zheng Zha held the sword and looked up at the sky.

50,000 years ago, he was still like this when he was a young man.

50,000 years later, he was about to die, and it was still like this.

The wind was noisy, blowing Zheng Zha's white hair and the dead leaves on the ground, curling and flying in the air, floating, and falling to the ground.

Zheng Zha sighed.

For so many years, he was like a lion blocking the prying of wolves.

Unexpectedly, he raised the tribe behind him into sheep.

Now the sheep blame the lion for blocking their way.

But the lion is old.

Sooner or later, he will die.

If the destruction of civilization is inevitable.

Then, death is also a kind of luck for oneself.

In the 52100th year of the Youfeng calendar.

Zheng Zha, the ancestor of the Cangyang tribe, passed away.

He was buried in Wuwang Palace.

In the same year, Wuwang Palace was overthrown and turned into a pile of tiles.

The whole Cangyang tribe celebrated.

There are no more sword holders.

They will control their own life and death!

In the 52200th year of the Youfeng calendar.

The gods invaded.

The Cangyang tribe was unable to resist, and the whole tribe became slaves of the gods.

All the strong men above the god level of the Cangyang tribe were drained of immortal substances and died.

The hundreds of millions of people in the tribe have been in a daze since then.

The Cangyang civilization...

died!