Hearing the black-robed creature’s words, Jian Yihai didn’t get angry. Instead, he bowed respectfully, then slowly left the blood-colored space.
After he left, huge waves rose from the blood sea in front of the black-robed creature.
A thunderous rumble came from beneath the sea.
The vast blood sea condensed into the shape of a monster, floating above the sea in midair.
"The Jiang Clan has appeared?" the monster asked in a deep voice.
"Still gathering information," the black-robed creature replied calmly.
"They guarded the seal for so many years. Now that it’s about to break, no matter where they hide, I’ll tear their entire clan to pieces."
"When the seal finally breaks, that day will mark the return of the Blood Rune Race."
The monster in the blood sea let out a deafening roar toward the sky.
"If it weren’t for the Divine Ancestor back then, we would’ve ruled this continent for generations."
"Just wait," the black-robed creature said to himself, as if speaking into the void. "No Grand Emperors have risen in this generation. Heaven’s Will has yet to take shape. Everything will return to the final days of the Legendary Era.
The wheels of history are turning again."
"No one can stop us. The Blood Rune Race’s resurgence will destroy everything in its path."
…………
In the morning in Overlord Sword City, Xu Zimo was disturbed from cultivation by a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" He opened his eyes and exhaled slowly.
"Guest, I’ve brought your breakfast," someone replied from outside.
"Come in," Xu Zimo said calmly.
The door opened, and a young man in a plain green cloth robe walked in.
He carried a tray filled with food, placed it on the table, and smiled.
"Please enjoy your meal."
Xu Zimo looked at the young man with interest, noticing that the youth was also sizing him up.
He smiled and said, "Do I really look that handsome?"
"No, it’s just that everyone’s saying you’re a descendant of the Jiang Clan. I was curious," the server replied with a smile. "You’re probably fake, right?"
"And aren’t you a fake server too?" Xu Zimo replied.
"I’ve never seen a cultivator in the Paragon Meridian Realm working as a restaurant waiter."
The young man didn’t panic when Xu Zimo saw through his cultivation.
Instead, he smiled and said, "Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m just a rogue cultivator passing through."
"Let me guess your identity," Xu Zimo said, tilting his head slightly. "Either you’re here to kill me on behalf of the three sects, or… you’re the real descendant of the Jiang Clan, right?"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," the young man replied, his face changing slightly before shaking his head.
"Maybe you don’t," Xu Zimo said with a casual smile.
Then he took out the inheritance given to him by the Sword Immortal Jiang Yun.
The moment the sword seal appeared, boundless sword intent radiated from it.
"You probably don’t recognize this sword seal either. What a shame," Xu Zimo said.
When the sword seal appeared, the young man’s expression changed drastically.
His pupils shrank, and he stared at the seal with a heavy look, then asked Xu Zimo, "Who are you really?"
"Shouldn’t you be telling me who you are first?" Xu Zimo replied.
The young man hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "You guessed right. I am a descendant of the Jiang Clan."
"This sword seal was given to me by your ancestor," Xu Zimo said. "I entered his inheritance realm and promised to pass this legacy to his descendants."
"Ancestor..." the young man murmured softly.
"If you say you’re from the Jiang Clan, then at least show proof. Otherwise, you can forget about this inheritance," Xu Zimo said.
The young man fell silent for a while, then said, "Give me some time. I’ll bring you proof."
"Alright. Just don’t keep me waiting too long," Xu Zimo replied.
"I hope you’re not lying to me," the young man said, giving Xu Zimo a deep look before turning to leave the room.
…………
After the young man left, Xu Zimo finally began eating breakfast.
He had spread rumors throughout Overlord Sword City that he was a Jiang descendant and the inheritor of the Sword Immortal’s legacy.
But his true goal wasn’t the three sects, it was to draw out the real Jiang Clan descendants.
Because no matter what, they would come to see him eventually.
This was the legacy of Jiang Yun, the Sword Immortal, they wouldn’t take it lightly.
The young man was only in the Paragon Meridian Realm and likely not one of the Jiang Clan’s core members.
So his departure now was probably to go discuss things with his people.
Xu Zimo wasn’t in a rush. The legacy was in his hands, he just needed to find the right heir.
He didn’t care about the rest. The Blood Rune Space had nothing to do with him.
He wasn’t a hero, nor did he have that kind of lofty mindset.
Lately, Overlord Sword City felt strange.
The activity of the three sects had dropped sharply, they weren’t nearly as active as before.
Even the usual conflicts between them seemed to have stopped.
The change was subtle, but the citizens could still feel it.
As summer neared its end, the sun shone with its last bit of strength.
Once-green leaves were starting to yellow.
Autumn had slowly begun to unveil its golden curtain.
That morning, a breeze from Sword God Mountain swept across the land, carrying dust gently to the city walls of Overlord Sword City.
A man in a golden robe slowly walked down from the mountain.
He carried a longsword on his back, and with each step, he seemed to cross space itself as he moved toward the city.
At the same time, far to the north of Overlord Sword City, an old man stepped through the breeze, heading toward the city with the morning sun behind him.
He carried seven longswords on his back, and the robe he wore had two large words written on it: One Heaven.
To the west of Overlord Sword City, a middle-aged man in blue robes also walked forward step by step.
His figure was ethereal, as though it existed between reality and illusion.
One moment he was far away; the next, he appeared several miles closer.
He carried a sword sheath on his back, but there was no sword inside.
It looked strange.
Yet the man himself was like a drawn blade. With each step he took, powerful sword energy surrounded him.
Ordinary people couldn’t sense it.
Only those deeply attuned to sword intent would notice that the energy around this man grew stronger with each passing moment.
He was building momentum. And it was hard to imagine what kind of destruction that sword intent would bring once unleashed.
By noon that day, the three men, each from a different direction, arrived at the city gate of Overlord Sword City.
They exchanged glances and smiled faintly.
"You’re here too," Jian Yihai said with a smile.
"Looks like the master is taking this matter seriously, sending all of us to investigate together."