C801 The Reverent-god

Five days later, at the foot of the Tongtian Peak of the Sword Sect.

In the past, when the Sword Sect's Ancestor was in charge of the Sword Sect, the Tongtian Peak and its surroundings were peaceful. One could often see red-crowned cranes and flying spirit apes flying around, but after the Swords Gate became the master of the Sword Sect, everything in the Tongtian Peak changed.

The auspicious clouds surrounding the Tongtian Peak had all turned into thick dark clouds, and one could even faintly see the slithering of electric snakes.

Furthermore, the surrounding area of the Tongtian Peak was now surrounded by a strange aura. Compared to the past, it seemed to be two completely different places.

At this moment, there were two figures rapidly moving through the forest at the foot of the mountain range of the Tongtian Peak.

"*Swoosh!*"

The speed at which the two figures traveled through the forest was extremely fast. With a slight rustle of the leaves, the two figures had already disappeared.

"This is your Sword Sect? It's a little different from what I imagined." Lee Zhuohua raised his head and looked at the Tongtian Peak with thick black clouds as he followed the figure in front of him.

When the figure in front heard Lee Zhuohua's words, his body paused for a moment.

Because the other party stopped too suddenly, Lee Zhuohua almost bumped into his back.

"What's wrong? Why are you stopping? Didn't you want to go to your Sword Sect?" After Lee Zhuohua stabilized his body, he looked at him strangely and said.

At this moment, the man was staring at the Tongtian Peak with a serious expression, and his eyes revealed a pondering expression.

"The Tongtian Peak of our Sword Sect is not like this. Even those who control the Swords Gate would not be able to create such a scene. This kind of aura is already no longer the intent of the Sword Dao." The person standing in front was Little Sword Immortal. He looked at the black clouds in the sky and said in a low voice.

After Lee Zhuohua and the Little Sword Immortal finished dealing with the pursuers in the Gathering Fang City, they rushed over to the Sword Sect. He refused Jee Yichuan's invitation and no longer participated in the matter between Jee Yichuan and the old man.

And the news of the Little Sword Immortal becoming an Almighty had also spread throughout the Ownerless Land. All of those who had been watching the internal turmoil of the Sword Sect were shocked.

However, the people from the three great forces did not show any special reaction, as if they didn't care at all that the Little Sword Immortal had become an Almighty. This situation was a little abnormal.

"Oh? It's not the sword intent. What do you mean?" Lee Zhuohua was a little surprised when he heard Little Sword Immortal's words. Then, he also looked at the Tongtian Peak.

Lee Zhuohua had never been to the Sword Sect before, so he did not know what the Tongtian Peak looked like. However, in his imagination, a Holy Land of the Sword Dao would naturally be a peaceful land, and it would also contain a dense aura of the Sword Dao.

However, after Little Sword Immortal's reminder and careful inspection, he realized that although there was sword qi in the Tongtian Peak, the foundation of this mountain was not sword intent. Instead, it was a special kind of power.

Lee Zhuohua was slightly familiar with this power because he had come into contact with it before, but he did not know what was going on, so he did not tell Little Sword Immortal his opinion.

"Someone has stepped into my Sword Sect." Little Sword Immortal suddenly said this and then retracted his gaze. However, his face was filled with uncertainty.

"I'm very curious as to what kind of person would interfere with the internal affairs of your Sword Sect." Lee Zhuohua squinted his eyes and said.

"I'm also curious, but I'm even more curious. What exactly are Iti Ming and the others thinking? Why did they turn the Sword Sect into what it is now?" Little Sword Immortal's tone was ice-cold.

"Why not go and take a look?" Lee Zhuohua continued.

"What you said is right." After Little Sword Immortal finished speaking, he looked at Lee Zhuohua. The two of them came to the same conclusion, and then they headed towards the Tongtian Peak.

On the Tongtian Peak.

"Han Guang actually became an Almighty? Yichen was even killed by him. Yichen is really trash. He can't even defeat a younger generation." Iti Ming sat cross-legged in the main hall and muttered to himself.

There was only one person in the main hall. There was no one else, but there was a strong smell of blood here, as if there had been a battle not long ago.

"Buzz."

A strange wave rippled through his body. It was as if an invisible force was leaking out of his body and gathering at the top of his head.

A blurry figure condensed on top of his head. However, this figure seemed to be only a projection, and it did not move consciously. However, the aura that the figure emitted far exceeded that of Almighty.

Iti Ming's face revealed a pious expression, and his entire person entered a special state.

"The people of the Swords Gate are unable to achieve the ultimate Sword Dao, but the founder of the Sword Sect did not expect that I, Iti, would find another way to achieve the ultimate Sword Dao. From today onwards, I, Iti, will become the ancestor of the Sword Sect's revival and rewrite the history of the Sword Sect." Iti Ming's eyes suddenly opened and he said excitedly.

However, the light in his eyes had lost part of its spirituality, as if he was a sculpture.

Iti Ming raised his head and looked at the figure on the top of his head with respect in his eyes.

"God, with the favor of the Supreme Divinity, so what if you are Little Sword Immortal? Even if that old fart is still alive, he will not be a match for me. The Sword Sect belongs to me." Iti Ming looked at the blurred figure with a fanatical expression and said in a somewhat crazy voice.

At the entrance of the main hall, there was a figure who had been paying attention to the situation inside. This figure was completely wrapped in a black robe, leaving only half of his face exposed.

When the person heard Iti Ming's crazy words, the corner of his mouth raised into a strange arc. After which, his body twisted and disappeared.

Inside, Iti Ming did not know that there was someone outside just now. He was still absorbing a strange power from the blurry figure.

In the Sword Sect's Successor Disciple Hall.

Zhan Wuhenn was looking at a statue standing in the Successor Disciple Hall with a serious expression.

The statue did not originally exist, but when he returned to the Sword Sect this time, he found that every corner of the sect had such a statue. He did not know who this statue was, and the face of the statue was blank, very mysterious.

"Seems like the Sword Sect has really changed." As Zhan Wuhen looked at the surrounding disciples worshipping the statue, such a thought surfaced in his mind.

This was the first time he felt that perhaps it was right for Little Sword Immortal to come to the Sword Sect and clean up the Swords Gate. He was even yearning for Little Sword Immortal's arrival.

Because he felt that the current Sword Sect was unfamiliar to him, as if it had become another sect.

Zhan Wuhenn was Iti Ming's disciple. The first thing he did after returning to the Sword Sect with Yichen's corpse was to look for Iti. However, he found that his master was different from before. There was no longer the sharp feeling of a Sword Cultivator, but instead, there was a kind of evil aura that made people feel disgusted.

He had no idea what had happened to his master, but he knew that there seemed to be some unknown change within the Sword Sect, and he was powerless to investigate or change anything.