(The life of Kellen the Great was legendary and glorious.
But throughout his life, he met very few loved ones.
It is well known that Kellen the Great was born in a fairy bud and was raised by the Nine Spirits and his master, Tenmu.
So he had no idea who his biological father and mother were since childhood.
He had no idea who his relatives were other than his parents.
However... It was predestined that his relatives met him one by one.
Among them, the Fire Root Ancestor is a mysterious relative of Kellen the Great.
When Kellen the Great met the Fire Root Ancestor for the first time, he developed a deep affection for him and affectionately called the Fire Root Ancestor Grandpa.
In fact, the Fire Root Ancestor was one of Kellen's closest relatives.
Unfortunately, it was only after a very long time that Kellen became aware of this.
-- Excerpted from "Some Secret Figures That Kellen Will Never Forget" compiled by historians after the Creation of the Divine Frontier)
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The swirling eye of a hurricane, feasting on demons and monsters. A brilliant beam of light, supporting good and subduing evil.
Thirteen figures in fire robes, who were about to be sucked into the eye of the wind, suddenly suspended in the air. The force of the hurricane in the wind eye was waning, and at the same time the wind eye had begun to contract sharply, calming the divine power. The blinding light column was instantly drawn towards the eye, at the very moment when the eye met the light column:
The sky and the earth were still and all was silent. The beam of light in the eyes of the wind suddenly turned into a round disc covering the sky, all white and blinding. The disc spread out from the sky, illuminating the three realms of the afterlife with a brilliant glow. Black tiles, soap-lacquered pillars, blood-red palace doors, and Langya sculptures. One after another, the palaces of jade and ink, one after another, the paths of the ghosts. A corridor of winding pavilions, an ancient tomb of gods and demons. All of them were dyed a dazzling snow-white.
Yes, holy light, Snow White.
Blossoming in heaven, coming down to the world. Spotless, it spreads across the heavens and the earth. Like the holy light of snow, pure and beautiful. Be equal to all living beings and coexist with all things. Do not be stingy with good or evil, do not be stingy with god or ghost, do not be stingy with good or bad, do not be stingy with ugly or beautiful. Like snow holy light, holy light like snow. So it quietly illuminated the lonely and dark night, the sordid and pitch-black heart, the kind and simple soul. It illuminated the good and evil, and the gods and demons.
Injustice in the world, at this moment, equality! The hustle and bustle, the splendor, the quietness!
Even a lamp of the heart that has dried up for billions of years will be lit for you at this moment.
Who doesn't have this lamp? Without this lamp, it is a soulless body, and even if it has a shrewd and intelligent mind, what use is it? But since it is a soulless body, how could there be any shrewd and intelligent mind? No more than a stinking body, the world does not want it, the way of heaven does not tolerate it.
Like the mummies on the eaves of the King of Hell, even though illuminated by the pale glow. What is illuminated is only a zombie that has remained uncorrupted for ten thousand years; where is the soul? How can one talk about shrewdness and wisdom?
What the world does not want, what the way of heaven does not allow.
"Demon!" Where to go!"
In the dark, a shadow flew into the sky. At the moment when the brilliance vanished, at the moment when the ancient realm of the netherworld was restored, the original form of this shadow emerged. Listen and see, so the sound of the jar is broken. Kellen could see, so she transformed into golden light, greenish glow, and had already caught up.
"Be careful! That is the netherworld Whisk, no one in the netherworld can resist it!" This shout came from the mighty meteor shadow that had just ventured into the Celestial Thunderbolt Sword array.
The meteor shadow was not dead, because at the moment he entered the Thunderbolt Sword array, Kellen had to put away the sword technique. The divine power of heaven does not slay those whose good and evil are not clear, nor does it foolishly slay them.
Besides, this man is righteous and exudes an inexplicably powerful divine aura that Kellen has never encountered before. At the critical moment of life and death, he dared to venture into the Xuantian Thunderbolt Sword Array, willing to guarantee the thirteen fire-robed men with his life. There must be a reason for him. Although Kellen doesn't know the reason, she is not so confused as to kill without distinguishing good from evil.
Kellen is so perceptive that all things are clear, and only then can chaos be dispelled. Since you are using "Xuantian Thunderbolt True Art", you must be worthy of the way of heaven. If one person is killed unjustly, wouldn't that defile the way of heaven?
On the top of the misty sea of clouds in the distant sky...
With a whisk of dust, the seven colors of light shine in the sky, what a breathtaking sight! But the dark clouds, the mist, the black mist, and the phantom are all rendered by the seven colors of the light. A golden figure, already completely enveloped in a whisk. A huge sword artifact that sparkled with green light, the sword was like fire, like wind, like rain.
But this golden figure, the greenish sword, is so tiny compared to this whisk! The whisk was like a seven-colored glass tornado that rose up to the sky, enveloping the golden light and green sword, as if it were a black web, rolling a tiny green-headed fly. No matter how powerful the green-headed fly is, how could it withstand the tornado-like web?
"Monster!" With a whoosh, the meteor shadow flashed over. A colossal hand, like fire. This fire, like a hand. In an instant, a huge aura burst forth from the fire hand, with thick divine magic and divine power, overwhelming, tearing through the wind and clouds, and actually grasping this seven-colored glass "tornado" (that is, the dark hair whisk dust)!
The sky-high whisk seemed to have lost its power, or perhaps the ghostly figure was filled with fear, or had been seriously wounded in the Xuantian Thunderbolt Sword array just now. So he had no heart to fight, but the mighty whisk shook violently, like a flowing dragon raising its tail, and in an instant broke free from the grip of the celestial fire Palm's divine power.
Just as the fleeting light of the dust vanished, it turned into a dark shadow, vanishing far into the edge of the sky. It turns out that this shadow, taking advantage of the fierce battle of the dust divine might just now, has already fled far away. At this moment, the demon, knowing that he has lost the battle, can only take away his whisk, dive into the darkness, and with a phantom arrow, flee. Who can catch up?
With the green light in hand, the golden shadow in the air. Kellen just stood there, staring blankly at the dark shadow that had vanished from the horizon, and let out a long sigh of loss, "out of reach."
"Since it's out of reach, young man, stop looking!" One by one, the fiery divine powers, under the ripples of the aura, had already tightly enveloped Kellen within the fiery aura, and that meteor shadow was quietly fixed beside Kellen.
Kellen turned her head and saw that the man was very old, but his face was full of glory. He wore a large cloak that shone brightly. The fire seal of the Eight Trigrams of the heart on the front and back of the fire robe shone brightly. Beneath the robe was a blazing red fire that completely swallowed the lower body into the fire cloud. Looking closely at the man's face, he had red hair and a crown, with a red jade hairpin pinned on it. The eyebrows and whiskers hung down the chest, as red as fire. A pair of eyes, like the sun shining brightly.
Look again at the hands behind the robe, slowly pulling one out from behind and beginning to gently stroke the beard. At a glance, Kellen found that the big hand was twice as big as an ordinary one! Through her newly formed divine eyes, Kellen could see that within these strange hands, there was a faint, blazing golden fire!
Kellen thought to herself, "Could it be that this old man was made of fire?"
While Kellen was looking at the magical old man, she didn't know that the old man was also looking at Kellen.
"Unextinguishable Golden Body, Spirit Fire Dragon, Xuantian Thunderbolt True Art... The young man is good at cultivation, but unfortunately -- this sword... Not worthy! No!" At this point, the miraculous old man shook his head repeatedly and sighed.
"The old man praised!" Kellen bowed hurriedly. Though Kellen did not know who the miraculous old man was, there was an air of the Heavenly Fire that pierced through the heavens and the earth, and it was awe-inspiring. How could an ordinary person have such an awe-inspiring celestial fire spirit! Kellen had long guessed that this man was either a god or an immortal. Since he is the ancestor of the gods, it is natural to worship him. Even if it's not a divine ancestor, it's enough to be the old man of Kellen and still pay homage!
The old man was glad to see how understanding Kellen was, and was willing to accept her three prostrations and nine kowtows. "Get up, please!" Little Ningxiang! Don't come out to pay respects to the Fire Root Ancestor yet!"
"Huh?" A profusion of colorful flowers flew out of Kellen's ears and instantly formed a little, lovely, fragrant and alluring girl, not Ningxiang, but who? "Grandpa Fire Root, how do you know I'm hiding here?"
As she spoke, Ningxiang threw herself into the old man's arms. Since the old man calls himself the Fire Root Ancestor, he must be the Fire Root Ancestor! The Fire Root Ancestor looked at Ningxiang with a loving face, a big hand enough to cover Ningxiang's entire little head. But the big hand only gently stroked the back of Ningxiang's head, warm and tender. In the bright and fiery eyes, there is the kindness that dispels the cold and melts the ice:
"Little rascal! Even if it can deceive the old ancestor's eyes, it can't deceive the old ancestor's nose! I can smell your fragrance from thousands of miles away, let alone you are right in front of me?"
"Humph! I say so! I was so secretive that I was discovered by my grandfather. It turned out that this extraordinary fragrance had betrayed me. Next time I will definitely go to the fairy sisters in the seven-colored Jade Pool to wash up and see if Grandpa can discover me again!" Ningxiang's innocent little face was filled with a sweet smile of joy.
"Ha! What do you think? Little - ghost! Even if I were to be reduced to ashes in my Heavenly Core fire, I would still recognize you!" One of the big fingers of the Fire Root Ancestor gently touched Ningxiang's little nose, full of kind laughter and anger.
"Shall I not pay my respects to Grandpa this time?" Ningxiang's big, lively eyes rolled round and round.
"Why?" "Fire Root Ancestor asked, pretending to be serious.
"Just now," with his tender, milky little finger, he pointed to Kellen and continued, "I have already bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and I am in his ear, so... Hehe! Let's skip it this time!" Ningxiang looked at the Fire Root Ancestor with pride to see how he reacted.
But the Fire Root Ancestor looked serious and said, "No!" "More and more outrageous!"
Ningxiang bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and with great devotion and faithfulness. The Fire Root Ancestor hurriedly bowed down and grabbed, laughing, "Ghost girl, just kidding you, why take it seriously?"
Ningxiang laughed and said, "When you see grandpa, how can you not pay your respects? Ningxiang dared not joke."
"Ouch!" The Fire Root Ancestor suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Ghost girl!" You don't dare to joke? On ordinary days, you are the most mischievous, always joking with people, and love to lie, even your grandfather, Mu Gu Xian Gong, can't do anything about you. This time, I was just joking with you, but why did you take it seriously?"
"Three bows and nine prostrations, of course you can't lie. When paying homage to grandpa with devotion, one cannot lie. Although Ningxiang knew she was naughty, she couldn't be a little less polite to her grandfather. Otherwise, I'm afraid Ningxiang won't be able to eat and will have to take her back!" Ningxiang laughed.
"Humph! "Brat!" The Fire Root Ancestor rubbed his face hard against Ningxiang's little face. This gesture was extremely intimate, presumably the relationship between the grandfather and grandson was very serious!
"Why is it that Old Ancestor of the Fire Root has time to come to our ancient Netherworld and catch up in this once-in-a-millennium battle against demons?" Diting has already risen through the clouds and drifted by Ningxiang's side.
"I have come a long way without saying hello to you, Sir!" "Really impolite!" The Fire Root Ancestor actually bowed his head three times to Diting. It seems that Diting's status is clearly above the Fire Root Ancestor again? Kellen couldn't understand it even more. Mingming Ningxiang called out to hear her name and had never seen her bowing. The Fire Root Ancestor, however, bowed his head three times to Diting, which seemed rather disordered in terms of seniority, so Kellen couldn't understand.
Diting laughed and said, "You must have seen it! It's not impolite, it's too polite! Just now you saved the thirteen fire dolls. Could it be that they are your last disciples?"
The Elder of Fire Root wore a look of surprise and smiled, saying, "Indeed, nothing in the Three Realms and Five Domains can escape your ears, Sir!" Yes, those thirteen dissolute men are indeed my old bones!
A few days ago, these thirteen of my unscrupulous men were killed in the Abyss of the Startled Beast and never returned. By the time I learned about it, it was too late. After much searching, there was no news at all. A few days ago, I finally got some clues. It turned out that he had been captured in the ancient netherworld by the Ghostly Seventh Prince in the Abyss of the Startled Beast, and only then did he come upon hearing the news. I didn't expect to take the next step!"
"Oh?" Kellen, Diting, Ningxiang were startled almost simultaneously. Diting said, "Another Prince of the Seven Ghosts!" So the spirit that just escaped is naturally the seventh Prince of ghosts?
"You are so puzzled that I dare not make a hasty conclusion." "Old Fire Root replied with a smile.
"I really can't jump to conclusions! It seems that there is no such person in the three realms and five domains, for I do not sense the presence of his spirit. What's more, the whisk of the netherworld in his hand is a divine artifact before the first incarnation of the Lord of the Netherworld. This artifact, you know, is the Nemesis of our ancient netherworld. Even if the Great King of the Underworld were to come in person, he would probably not be able to resist the ancient magic of the netherworld that emits a whisk." "Listen carefully.
"In my opinion, it doesn't matter whether this person is the Seventh Prince of Ghosts or not, nor does it matter what kind of demon the Seventh Prince of Ghosts is. As for his magic and power, it should be mediocre. But how could this netherworld whisk fall into his ghostly hands? Could it be that he was also a disciple of the Lord of the Netherworld before his death?" "Fire Root Ancestor said.
"Who knows? I have never heard the Great King of the Underworld say that there are still disciples alive before the Lord of the Underworld. Moreover, in the cycle of ten thousand lifetimes, even if there were disciples alive, they would probably have passed away long ago. Even the Great King of the netherworld himself will pass away in a hundred years. Could it be that there are gods and demons in this world that never pass away?" "Listen carefully.
"I don't know if there are people who never die. But I do know that between heaven and earth there is a tuft of hair that never fades!" Saying this tuft of hair, the Fire Root Ancestor's eyes shone with golden light.
"You mean the hair of the netherworld?" "Listen carefully.
"Not bad!" The elder of the Fire Root laughed, his eyes shining with fire. "Although the first Lord of the Netherworld passed away, this netherworld whisk has gone through countless reincarnation and has not faded, has gone through thousands of generations and has not withered. Isn't it a strange thing of the three realms? What's more, this whisk is a tuft of hair from the Primordial of the netherworld. The Lord of the netherworld has passed away for all eternity, but this tuft of seven-colored glassy hair, isn't it still full of the glow of the dawn?"
"The ancient wonder, the ancient wonder created by a lifetime of magic power, is not something I, a junior divine beast, can comment on." Listen to the whisper of the nod. "But your words seem to make some sense. Though the Lord of the Netherworld has passed away, this tuft of hair has indeed been refined through countless lifetimes without decay. I can't say, but the magic of the netherworld hair whisk is so powerful that it is enough to destroy my mind, and just now I can't feel the spirit of this seventh prince of the netherworld. Or perhaps the seventh Prince of Ghosts has used some kind of magic to deliberately use the dust of the netherworld to disguise his identity."
"Yes, I think the same way!" "Fire Root Ancestor said. "Since this Prince of the Seven Ghosts has been born, surely the first one who will not let him go will be the divine realm! He will meet sooner or later, and by then, no matter how strange his identity is, it will be hard to hide it. But there is one thing I do not know. This netherworld whisk is a treasure of the netherworld. How could it fall into the hands of others?"
"This matter... It's a long story and I can't explain it unless I ask the Great Hades myself. There are too many twists and turns in the details, but I am unable to tell you." Listen carefully.
"Eh? Since there is a reason, of course it is impolite of me to ask, you old man, why blame yourself? Well, well, since this little thief dared to steal the Dark hair whisk, he must be dealt with sooner or later! Since this servant has dared to run wild in the Washinghouse, it must have been in trouble. It's better to go and have a look." "Old Master Huogen said.
"We have come for this very reason!" "Listen carefully.
"Then who is this little brother --?" Fire Root Ancestor.
"I'm not very talented. I just forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kellen." " "Kellen said.
"No talent? Where to say it?" The Fire Root Ancestor looked at Kellen with only golden light. "In my opinion, you are extremely talented! If you hadn't stopped in time and put away your sword array just now, I'm afraid I would have killed Nine netherworlds in the Xuantian Thunderbolt Sword Array! Young man, good heart! If I were a wicked man, when I drew my sword and wounded you, when the sword broke, would you not be crushed to pieces and your soul be scattered?"
"Ah! So terrible!" When Ningxiang heard that Kellen was nearly crushed to pieces, her chin suddenly stretched and she seemed about to fall to the ground. "Grandpa, what is a broken sword?"
"A sword collapse is -- you little fellow don't use a sword, but why are you so mischievous as to ask about it?" The big hand of the Fire Root Ancestor gently stroked Ningxiang on the back of his head.
"Brother Wind is in danger, of course I will ask! Grandpa, give me a tip and teach Brother Wind how to defuse the sword collapse, will you?" Ningxiang's pair of big eyes stared blankly at the Fire Root Ancestor, fearing that Grandpa wouldn't give her a trick.
"Hehe... What would you use to thank me?" It can be seen that the Fire Root ancestor is very fond of this little girl.
"I..." A pale, tender little finger suddenly reached into the mouth, and then said foolishly, "I won't take grandpa's things anymore, won't cause him trouble, won't lie to grandpa, won't deceive grandpa... Anyway, I won't do anything bad to grandpa, okay?" "Ningxiang said naively.
The Fire Root Ancestor picked up Ningxiang and laughed loudly, saying, "Good!" So good!"
"Then when will Grandpa teach Brother Feng?" Ningxiang asked foolishly.
"It's a matter of life and death, of course teach right now!" Fire Root Ancestor put down Ningxiang and said to Kellen, "Little brother, come here!"
"Yes." Kellen approached the Fire Root Ancestor as said and said respectfully, "I would kindly ask Grandpa to teach me."
"I don't deserve to teach you! It can be seen that your little brother has developed a sword soul." At this point, the Fire Root Ancestor deliberately looked at Diting as if to get Diting's affirmation. Diting did not nod, nor did he shake his head, so it seemed that Kellen had indeed developed a sword soul. Just now, he was just guessing, and now Diting has tacitly accepted it, so there is no need to guess. Then he said:
"Xuantian Pili Zhenjue is a wondrous art of all time, and only those created by heaven and earth can practice it. Even if I were to have such a high level of cultivation and consider myself extraordinary, I would not be able to master this art. But if there is a chance in the future, I can introduce to you a remarkable man, the Divine Sword immortal Shui Gongjin!"
"Shui Gongjin?" Kellen suddenly felt as if her head had exploded. How could this name be so familiar, yet somehow she just couldn't remember who it was! "Could it be? Is it because of Wanxin?