Emperor Tianhong's heart was in turmoil. Although everything in his eyes hadn't changed with the passage of a hundred years, he felt a great malice.
He couldn't imagine his situation after failing to become a disciple and returning to Daoting. Not to mention Daoting, even when he came to Qiankun Sect, many Qiankun Sect disciples were watching him.
The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became, and he even felt anger in his heart.
He couldn't even tell who this anger was directed at.
Did he hate Sword Saint Fu Dao?
But Sword Saint Fu Dao had no reason or obligation to accept him.
The real blame should be on his lack of talent.
Sword Saint Fu Dao could adopt Tianhao, and Tianhao was the number one genius before him.
Since before his birth, Tianhao had disappeared, so some people always believed that he was not the strongest genius since ancient times, because he had never defeated Tianhao.
After the congenital human race tribulation, the world knew that Tianhao was a disciple of Sword Saint Fu Dao, which made Tianhao even more legendary.
When Tianhao disappeared, people liked to use him to suppress contemporary geniuses.
In fact, Tianhao also experienced the same doubts as Emperor Tianhong when he was alive.
But in any case, without defeating Tianhao, Emperor Tianhong couldn't be considered the number one genius of ancient and modern times.
Emperor Tianhong kept thinking wildly. Even though reason told him that a hundred years was nothing, he couldn't help but think about it.
Kneeling in front of the small river, looking at his reflection in the river, Emperor Tianhong suddenly felt that he was very fragile and didn't deserve the title of the number one genius in the world.
Just then.
He saw a figure walking out of the depths of the opposite forest. When he saw the other person's face clearly, a look of confusion appeared on his face.
Not Tianqing, nor Tianbai.
He had never seen this woman.
The one who came was An Xin.
An Xin, dressed in a green dress, had beautiful features and a cold expression. She was like a fairy living in seclusion in the mountains, exuding an aura that was untouched by the mundane world, which made Emperor Tianhong's eyes change.
An Xin saw Emperor Tianhong, her eyes still indifferent. She walked to the small river and stopped. Her gaze fell on Emperor Tianhong, her eyes without any waves.
"I heard that you are the number one genius of Daoting, and also the strongest talent in the world today. You and I are both Wonderful Dharma Spiritual Immortals, why not spar a bit?"
An Xin asked, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
Emperor Tianhong frowned and asked, "May I ask, fellow Daoist, are you a disciple of Wu Shi?"
An Xin replied, "I am considered Wu Shi's eldest disciple. If you defeat me, you will be qualified to enter Wu Shi."
As soon as these words came out, Emperor Tianhong's eyes burst out with a fierce light.
After kneeling and waiting for a hundred years, his mood was already restless. Now that An Xin bumped into him, it was exactly what he wanted.
He wanted the Sword Saint to see his talent!
Emperor Tianhong stood up, and mud and grass clippings fell along his legs. His whole aura suddenly changed, and a strong wind howled, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently.
"Where shall we spar?"
Emperor Tianhong asked, his eyes burning, his imposing manner aggressive, and his long hair dancing like flames.
An Xin's eyes flashed with purple light, and she replied in an indifferent tone: "No need, right here, it will be over soon."
Emperor Tianhong felt humiliated, his robes began to bulge, and a terrible aura emerged from his body.
At the same time.
In a guest house of Qiankun Sect, Gu An was drinking with his drinking buddies when they suddenly felt a terrible aura coming from afar.
This drinking buddy named Qiu Zhuo asked in surprise: "Could it be that someone is causing trouble in the sect?"
Although the current Qiankun Sect is far from being comparable to Daoting, in the eyes of the lower-level disciples, Qiankun Sect is the orthodox sect in the world, a large sect occupying a region. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in Qiankun Sect is simply courting death.
Gu An smiled and said: "Since it is in the sect, why should we worry? Let's continue drinking and continue talking about Yi Lang's affairs."
Yi Lang, the son of Sect Master Yi Qingshan, although his talent is not outstanding in the Yi family, he is unrestrained and always does things that cause people to talk about him.
Qiu Zhuo felt that Gu An's words made sense, so he continued to talk about Yi Lang's romantic affairs.
The terrible aura appeared suddenly and disappeared quickly.
The whole process took less than ten breaths, causing the disciples in various cities of Qiankun Sect to talk about it.
In the forest.
Emperor Tianhong was kneeling on one knee in front of the river. One of his hands was supporting his knee, and the other was hanging down naturally. He struggled to look up, only to see that his face was full of cold sweat and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.
An Xin stood across the river, a zhang away from him, her purple eyes gradually converging their strange color.
Compared to Emperor Tianhong's frightened face, An Xin's expression was still indifferent.
"How is it possible... what kind of supernatural power was that just now?" Emperor Tianhong asked through gritted teeth. He couldn't accept his defeat, and it was a defeat in the same realm.
An Xin said: "This is the supernatural power taught to me by my master. You don't have to be sad. Although you and I are in the same realm, you were not even born when I reached this realm. Your talent is still higher than mine, but wanting to enter Wu Shi is not that simple."
After saying that, she stepped forward and flashed past Emperor Tianhong, brushing past him and heading towards Qiankun Sect.
Emperor Tianhong lowered his head and asked through gritted teeth: "Did the Sword Saint send you here?"
"He doesn't have that kind of leisure. It's just that I felt your Dao heart was shaking. Only a hundred years have passed, and you can't hold on. You have disappointed the people in the Dao field who are expecting you, but there is no problem in retreating. There are many roads in this world, and you don't have to enter Wu Shi."
An Xin didn't stop, her figure gradually drifting away.
After hearing this, Emperor Tianhong's pupils dilated, and a sense of shame welled up in his heart.
Yes.
It's only been a hundred years.
For cultivators, what is a hundred years?
The scene of the previous battle flashed in Emperor Tianhong's mind, and his eyes became fiery.
The disciples of Wu Shi are so powerful, which is enough to prove the foundation of Wu Shi!
Even if it takes a thousand or ten thousand years, he must enter Wu Shi!
Emperor Tianhong straightened his back and knelt down again. This time, he swept away his previous restlessness, and his eyes returned to the firmness he had when he first came.
A breeze blew past him, blowing up the hair around his ears. In the sound of the wind, he seemed to hear Sword Saint Fu Dao calling him.
Calling him 'disciple'.
The corners of Emperor Tianhong's mouth rose, and because of An Xin's strength, he was even more yearning for Wu Shi.
Years passed quickly.
Ten thousand years passed again, but the forest where Emperor Tianhong was located did not change, as if it was isolated from the world and not affected by the rules of heaven and earth.
Emperor Tianhong's clothes did not change, but his hair became longer and his beard reached the ground. He closed his eyes, and his whole person exuded a mysterious aura.
Not far away on a tree branch, Gu An and An Xin stood side by side, observing Emperor Tianhong.
An Xin asked, "Master, if you really don't want to accept him, why don't I drive him away?"
Emperor Tianhong had been kneeling for ten thousand years, and it was not only her who was moved. Other disciples in the Dao field also knew about this person's determination and were moved by it.
As the number one genius in the world, he could patiently kneel here for as long as ten thousand years. It was unimaginable how strong his determination was.
