Lu Yin had only just seen the Hall of Honor's true colors, but he could not blame them. If Emperor Liu had continued to cultivate, the Sword Sect would have definitely entered the Neoverse, and conflict would have been inevitable. At that time, many people would have died, and it would have caused a huge commotion. It would have given the Alliance of Rookies an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, which would have been beneficial to the Sword Sect. But now, Emperor Liu had been captured, and everything had been settled.
But was this fair to the Sword Sect?
Was it fair to Emperor Liu?
The Hall of Honor had sacrificed Emperor Liu and the Sword Sect for the sake of balance.
From the Sword Sect's perspective, this was unfair, but many people in the Neoverse rejoiced.
The Hall of Honor was not wrong, as they had indeed maintained peace and prevented war. The Sword Sect could only be blamed for being too weak. This was the law of the universe.
All fairness and right and wrong were built on one's fist.
Lu Yin could only rejoice that his backer was strong enough. Otherwise, he would have unified the Outerverse and coveted the Innerverse, and he would have been captured by the Hall of Honor and locked up in Kun's Swamp. Now, he could act without restraint, which meant that he had an unparalleled background in the Hall of Honor.
As the memories flooded in, Lu Yin saw Emperor Liu's thoughts. He had already thought things through, and he did not blame anyone. If he could, he would destroy the Hall of Honor for revenge. Regardless of right or wrong, this was the way of the universe. Right or wrong was not built on others, but on one's own fist.
Emperor Liu's emotions aside, this person was worthy of being called an absolute genius because he had truly created the Fourteenth Sword.
Lu Yin continued to read Emperor Liu's memories, experiencing how Emperor Liu had felt when cultivating his sword technique. He could fuse his memories with Emperor Liu's, and he could try anything that Emperor Liu could do. He had seen the right path, and the only thing missing was cultivation.
The Thirteen Swords was an invincible sword technique that could shake even the Astral Tree Domain. The Thirteenth Sword, in particular, was unavoidable unless one had no emotions. Anyone with emotions would definitely be struck. Lu Yin had once thought that this was the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and fusing emotions into a sword technique was something that he could not even imagine.
However, Emperor Liu had created the Fourteenth Sword, creating a wondrous sword technique that could shock anyone in this hell on earth. He had named the Fourteenth Sword — Misery.
Hmph, hmph, hmph. "The look in your eyes just now was very strange. Let me confirm it again." Lord Pig returned.
Lu Yin also returned. The Liu Emperor's cultivation was extremely high, and when he had first created the Thirteenth Sword, his power level had already exceeded 800,000. However, after so many years of being corroded by the aura of death and tortured by the Kun's Swamp, he had become extremely weak. His cultivation was only comparable to that of an ordinary Emissary; otherwise, Lu Yin would not have been able to fuse into his body.
The Kun's Swamp contained death energy, and after fusing with the Liu Emperor and experiencing the Fourteenth Sword, all six points had been worth it. There was also something else that Lu Yin's gaze froze over. Someone was plotting a rebellion within the Kun's Swamp.
Most people thought that the Kun's Swamp was located in the Innerverse, but that was not accurate. The Kun's Swamp was located at the border between the Innerverse and the Cosmic Sea. It was the Cosmic Sea's seawater that had formed the Kun's Swamp, which could be accessed from both the Innerverse and the Cosmic Sea.
However, the Kun Swamp Zone, which was located in the Cosmic Sea, was even more despairing. Emperor Liu was imprisoned in the Cosmic Sea, while Shui Chuanxiao was imprisoned in the Innerverse.
There were three thousand chains within the Kun's Swamp, and each chain was used to imprison a person. No one could escape, but within the Liu Emperor's memories, someone was plotting a rebellion that had already been going on for a hundred years and could be activated at any time. The Liu Emperor did not know who this person was, but he knew that this person was not far from him.
If this person could be imprisoned with the Liu Emperor, then this person had to be an old monster.
Lu Yin
Yin raised his hand and continued rolling his die. He had just seen the Fourteenth Sword that the Liu Emperor had created. Although he could not reach the Liu Emperor's level in terms of swordsmanship, he had still experienced the complete Thirteen Swords through the Liu Emperor's memories, which had given him a deeper understanding of swordsmanship. The inheritance that he had received from the Sword Stele had been a deciphering of swordsmanship, and now, he had verified it with the Liu Emperor's swordsmanship.
Lu Yin realized that he had unknowingly become an expert in the way of the sword. If he was given a sword, he would probably be able to defeat Liu Tianmu.
Feeling it was one thing, but actually being able to use it was another.
The die slowly came to a stop at four pips. Lu Yin's eyes lit up as he entered the Time Stop Space.
As soon as he entered, Lu Yin transformed his star energy into a sword and raised his hand to unleash the First Sword of the Thirteen Swords. The sword slashed through the void with unparalleled power.
Lu Yin was satisfied and continued.
The Thirteen Swords were not something that just anyone could cultivate. In the entire Sword Sect, only Liu Tianmu and Liu Shaoqiu had been able to do so, and sometimes, no one could inherit the Thirteen Swords.
Lu Yin's thoughts were too simple. He had indeed experienced the Liu Emperor's experience in refining the Thirteen Swordsman, but when it was his turn, he could not display it so smoothly. It was like copying a cat to draw a tiger, but he could not draw out the tiger's charm. The Fourteenth Sword was even more so.
He was certain that he could easily decipher the Thirteen Swords, and he was confident that he could handle the Fourteenth Sword that the Liu Emperor had created. He could even teach it to others, but it was very difficult for him to display it.
He had already received the inheritance from the Sword Stele regarding the control and deciphering of weapons, but it was not easy to display the unique battle technique of that particular weapon.
Lu Yin sighed. Forget it, he was not that interested in the Thirteen Swords. What was invincible was the person, not the battle technique.
However, if the Fourteenth Sword was displayed in the Sword Sect, it should be very shocking!
No, if he brought the Liu Emperor to the Sword Sect, it would be even more shocking.
Lu Yin could only think about it. Once the Liu Emperor appeared and revealed the reason, there would be great trouble, and the Hall of Honor's reputation would be ruined.
Regardless of whether or not the Hall of Honor treated the Sword Sect fairly, they had treated him well, and that was enough. Lu Yin's background was the Hall of Honor, and he had Master Yuan, the head judge, and Elder Chan.
He could even influence the nine directors.
Lu Yin stopped researching swordsmanship and began to cultivate the Sirius Art. This was his true treasure.
Half a year later, the time was up, and Lu Yin left the Timestop Space.
This time, he had rotated 5100 stars, which was nearly a thousand more than when he had first left the Sirius Sect. This was the result of cultivating the fifth level of the Sirius Art.
The fifth level of the Sirius Art allowed him to rotate 99,000 stars, which was a huge number. Lu Yin did not know how long it would take him to complete it.
Once he completely cultivated the fifth level of the Sirius Art, he might be able to use the diagram on the bottom of his feet. Of course, he might also need to cultivate the sixth level of the Sirius Art.
He continued to roll his die, and this time, he rolled one pip. He obtained a useless weapon, which he crushed and tossed away before continuing to roll his die. This was his fourth time, and after this roll, he would have to rest for ten days.
His luck was good this time, and he obtained three pips. Unfortunately, this was not what he needed, as he did not need to upgrade anything for the time being.
During these ten days, Lu Yin rested well and also took the opportunity to observe the situation of the war in the Blazing Mist Flowzone.
The war in the Blazing Mist Flowzone was escalating, and the sylvan dragons and the Ross Empire both had foreign experts joining the fray. The number of strangers entering the Fennel Flowzone had also increased, and the eight great flowzones had definitely interfered.
Lu Yin was now curious about whether the Hall of Honor would secretly interfere like the Liu Emperor and capture the Luo Emperor and the leader of the sylvan dragons to Earth's Swamp. That would be bad luck.
More and more foreign experts were joining the fray, and Wang Wen hoped to turn the Blazing Mist Flowzone into a black hole of war that would drag the Sword Sect, the Wen family, and the other powers into it. If he succeeded, it would be a good thing for the Great Eastern Alliance, but it would be even better if the Sixth Mainland and the Neohuman Alliance were dragged in as well.
When he thought of this, Lu Yin sent a message to Wang Wen, reminding him not to forget about the Neohuman Alliance and the Sixth Mainland.
Ten days passed quickly, and Lu Yin rolled his die again. He did not know if his luck was good or bad, but he rolled six pips again.
The previous six pips had cost him tens of millions of star essence, and Earth's Swamp had not been too far away. Fortunately, he hoped that it would not be too far away this time.
Lu Yin went to the mystical space and found the closest and brightest ball of light to merge with. As he did so, he felt a familiar sensation. This was the feeling of a Corpse King.
A Corpse King was ice-cold, and its thoughts were rigid and emotionless. This emotionless coldness could even freeze one's thoughts.
The moment Lu Yin merged with the ball of light, he immediately knew that it was a Corpse King.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was on a desolate planet. His surroundings were pitch-black, and there were only rotating nebulae in the distance. They were multicolored, but they were not obvious.
The Corpse King did not have many memories, and besides killing, there was only killing. These memories made Lu Yin uncomfortable, and just as he was about to withdraw from the fusion, Han Chong suddenly appeared in his memories.
Han Chong had been killed by this Corpse King. At this moment, the Corpse King was in the Erudite Flowzone, not too far from Lost Radiance Academy.
Wen Sansi had mentioned that Han Chong had died not too long ago, and Lu Yin had not expected that he would coincidentally merge with the Corpse King that had killed Han Chong.
Wen Sansi and the others had not been sure who had killed Han Chong and the others, and they had only guessed that it had been the Neohuman Alliance.
Now, Lu Yin had confirmed that the Corpse King had killed Han Chong for a painting.
Han Chong had been known as the Art Saint during his time in the Astral Combat Academy. His battle technique had been painting, and he had been able to draw mountains and rivers. He had been the student leader of Astral-2, and he had painted during the Astral Combat Tournament.
At the time, Lu Yin had been very curious, but he had not paid much attention to it. He would never have guessed that Han Chong's death had been caused by his painting.
This Corpse King had been watching Han Chong for many years, and it had not decided to kill him on the spur of the moment. It had been watching Han Chong since before the Innerverse and Outerverse had been separated, and it had not made a move. It had been observing Han Chong's every move in an attempt to understand his painting.
As for the reason, the Corpse King did not know, but it had been ordered by the Neohuman Alliance.
The Corpse King had killed Han Chong because it had not been able to obtain any valuable information from the Corpse King, so it had captured him for interrogation. Unfortunately, Han Chong had not said anything in the end, or rather, he himself did not know that his painting had come from Lost Radiance Academy.
And now, the Corpse King was watching Lost Radiance Academy.
Lu Yin quickly withdrew from the fusion with a strange expression.
Why was the Neohuman Alliance so interested in Han Chong's painting?
He sank into his memories, thinking back to the Astral Combat Tournament and the Tournament of the Strongest that Han Chong had participated in.
During the Tournament of the Strongest, Han Chong had been defeated by Yun, but there had not been any abnormalities at that time.
Something that had been targeted by the Neohuman Alliance was definitely not simple.
Lost Radiance Academy and the painting. It seemed that Lu Yin would have to find some time to visit the Erudite Flowzone. Perhaps he could think of that condition.