(Throughout Kellen the Great's life, she has experienced countless demons.
However, the number of demons and ghosts that Kellen could remember was very small.
Someone once asked Kellen the Great: When you were creating the interpretation in the netherworld, did you encounter a few demons with different names that you could never forget?
Kellen, upon hearing this, stared straight at the questioner and asked curiously, "Why do you ask such a question?"
The man replied: Curious.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Kellen smiled for a long time before thinking, "There is an old saying that goes, 'A wild goose leaves its cry, a person leaves his name.' What you ask is nothing more than to know if I encountered any notorious demons or ghosts during my time in the netherworld, right?"
The man said: That's what I mean. But... I also want to know, in the life of an enlightened and broad-minded god emperor like you, are there any truly hateful people? Or someone who is truly hateful? When you were young, you did something earth-shattering in the netherworld, where... I guess you must have met some hateful and venomous people?
"Is that all you want to ask?" said Kellen the Great.
-- That's it.
Kellen the Great added, "Why do you want to ask such a question?"
-- Because I don't believe you are a creator god without any prejudice. Though I know you are enlightened and open-minded, I do not think there are really sages in this world.
Kellen the Great laughed at once, "You mean... Laugh at me for not being a saint?"
-- I never thought of that. I hope the emperor will spare my life!
Kellen the Great laughed loudly, "You need not beg for mercy. I have no intention of blaming you at all. And, I admit, I have never been a true saint!
Because in my heart, there are enemies that I hate and evil people that I detest.
But I, like you, Revere saints, and I wish I could, like a saint, bring more light to this realm of creation!"
- Excerpted from "The Secret Figures That Kellen the Great Will Never Forget" compiled by historians after the Creation of the Divine Territory)
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The thick veil of demons rolled and swirled like a black sea, covering the sky of the netherworld. The faint demonic wind, from time to time, stirs up layers of demonic clouds, like the surging waves in the black Sea. But what is surging is not the waves, but the demonic aura! Black, surging, more and more intense demonic air!
The waves, piled up, rose up in the netherworld. These waves are also black, and this kind of black is no less than the "black sea" above! Not inferior, but rather with a bit of arrogance. Because the waves are not only "black", but also "bright". These are masterpieces of divine craftsmanship and the unique architectural style of the palace of King Yama.
A heart, beating with a puff, this heart belongs to the Fire Root Ancestor. At this moment, he was standing on the top of one of the higher "wave heads", looking at the growing demonic energy before him. He felt an overwhelming force about to descend unexpectedly from the netherworld.
This might was extremely evil, so evil that one could hardly breathe! The Fire Root Ancestor's hand was shaking, shaking uncontrollably. He was not a man who could hold his breath, and whenever he encountered evil forces, his hands would tremble uncontrollably. The fire was burning, and it came from the legs of the Fire Root Ancestor. Does he have legs at all? No one could know, for from his waist down there was no form to be seen, all was fire, blazing flames!
One after another, the divine might had already spread silently beside the Fire Root ancestor, and this invisible force was enough to burn the evil spirits and poisons of any demon or monster. Therefore, the faint demonic aura is spreading unrestrainedly everywhere. But there was not a trace of it around the Fire Root Ancestor. The demonic energy can only stay far away. The energy of the Heavenly Stem's righteous fire does not allow any impure demonic energy to run wild at all!
On the roof of the Wave Head Hall opposite the Fire Root Ancestor, there was also a man, Kellen. Kellen was quiet; he was sensing. For him, it was easy to identify these spirits. Even, he was already able to see through the layers of demonic energy the dark ghostly figures within it. But he had to see clearly which parts were demonic and which were ghostly. Because almost all the demons he has encountered in recent days have relied on the power of ghosts to build up their might.
Kellen wondered why the demons and ghosts needed to rely on each other. Why don't they show up alone? Some people come together to help each other in order to increase their friendship. Some people help each other in order to bond their feelings. What do these demons and ghosts help each other for? Could it also be for friendship and affection? Could there be friendship and affection between demons and ghosts?
Kellen couldn't believe it.
Because even if these demons have friendship and affection, it's nothing but adultery! It's simply too embarrassing to talk about.
What they do is so sordid, filthy, and even cruel, inhumane! Apart from being spurned and hated, they leave little memory. Because no one wants to remember these monsters, and no one wants to make them memories!
But will no one really remember these monsters? Yes! Because among the multitude, there will inevitably be a few scoundrels! Should these scoundrels be forgiven or redeemed? Or is it simply unforgivable...
On the side of the black wave was a wider roof. On the roof stood a dark yellow figure, that was Diting. Diting stood motionless, with some black shadows floating in his deep blood-red pupils. These shadows were not unfamiliar to Diting at all.
These shadowy figures, hidden deep in the clouds, are of the same kind as the ghost-eating maniacal that was killed in the hall just now!
Di Ting never expected that the minor sects and factions of the past, after a long period of evolution, would no longer be as powerful as the Ancient Array of Evil Blood! There must be a more vicious demon behind it to enlighten. And who is this demon? I don't know. Are there any other things within the three realms that Di Ting can't guess or don't know?
A terrifying thought arose in Diting's mind: Could it be that this demon has gone beyond the three realms and is not in the five elements? What kind of attainment! If a demon really has such cultivation, then what is god? Where should God be placed? Will justice and light remain forever?
The listening gaze fell quietly on Kellen. He was looking at Kellen, for he knew, perhaps only he in the three realms knew, that Kellen was a choice, a choice of God! Why did you choose him? It's not something that can be known by listening. This question can be traced back to Kellen's mentor, why did he choose to give "Xuantian Pili Zhenjue" to such a young man?
Kellen is still so young, perhaps he shouldn't have shouldered such a heavy responsibility. Yet, an invisible burden has quietly fallen on Kellen. Does Kellen know it or not?
Poor children grow up early, when the invisible burden falls on poor children... When those invisible pressures weigh down those children, when they give up their beautiful childhood and the pale rainy season... When many children should be blooming in the wonderful season, when many children also begin to look forward to the sky of sixteen, the sky of seventeen, the sky of eighteen...
What is there in the sky? Grey... Black...
Maturity, a maturity that doesn't match age, is quietly beginning to be written in these children! Do they have the right to complain? Do they have the ability to complain? Are they always helpless? Do they have to choose such a helpless life...
Kellen, really helpless... As helpless as those kids... Because he was one of them, a grain of sand that no one remembered, no one cared about... Why was it a grain of sand? Why...
...
The graceful figure, "whoosh whoosh" like lightning, like the wind! Is that the best answer? Or a proof of grief?
What are those swishing figures? Are they ants? Rain tinged with blood? Or an ant that's already covered in blood? The distance is too far for Kellen to be completely certain. The only thing that can be seen clearly is that these blood-red ants are incredibly fast! They swarmed down from the thick, billowing demonic curtain without warning, "aow - aow," and "flowed" down from the continuous stream of white bones of the chilling skeletons! From the sky, to the ground!
The Fire Root Ancestor has seen that the target of these demonic creatures may not only be against them, but against the entire Pure Spirit Yama Palace!
"Ah aow - ah aow" The hissing was getting closer and closer, gradually turning into "meow meow", a sound that was very clear and familiar, it was a cat's meow!
The blood-red ant, from point to area, turned into a more familiar figure - the spirit cat!
Kellen suddenly realized that the white skeletons were no match for the real monsters, and perhaps the real demons had just arrived...
Kellen's sword was humming. This sword, which has been used to subdue countless demons, has been sensed by the monster, and the green divine light surges up into the sky. It does not ask right and wrong, but decides right and wrong! It does not look at black and white, but it distinguishes them!
What will happen with one strike?
Right or wrong! Black and white clear!
It seems that the sword is under the control of its owner, Kellen. Kellen's heart was pounding, and of course it was beating faster than the heart of the Fire Root Ancestor! It was a young heart, a strong heart! It will also be a world of young people, a world full of vigor and vitality!
Whether it is the gods and demons of the nine heavens or the demons of the nine hells, they must be judged! To be judged by a sword, a sword - to kill the demons!
One sword to slay demons is justice, and one spirit to overthrow gods and demons is kindness!
The shadowy sword had already formed around Kellen, like an invisible giant sword that had tightly wrapped her. The sword energy was stronger than steel and iron, stronger than gold and silver. The power of the sword qi is colder than ice crystals and more scorching than the sun! What kind of sword spirit is this? No one can know.
Why is this soul of the sword so hot and so cold? And no one can guess. Is this soul of the sword cold or hot, or is it hot and cold... Why is he so contradictory?
"Hum -" A long, golden roar, the sound of the surge of the sword energy of the Demon Slayer. Hearing this, the Fire Root ancestor looked even more intently. They knew that this sword - lit up! But when they looked over, almost at the same time, they were shocked and stunned, their mouths wide open. What was it that they were so astonished that their eyes shone with golden light? It's the handle - an ancient sword! It's a divine dragon with its head and tail visible, a golden ancient sword!
But it doesn't belong to anyone, for no one can pick up this earth-shaking sword. Can't Kellen either?
Not bad. Kellen can't either!
Because this ancient sword is Kellen!
"Wind, wait a moment!" The Fire Root Ancestor suddenly shouted to stop. Will the golden ancient sword disappear because of this shout? Perhaps it will, but at this moment, no matter whose stop it is, this ancient sword will not disappear!
The Fire Root Ancestor said urgently, "Wind! Before us are the transfigination sorcery, nine times out of ten the spirit cats are... The Fire Root Ancestor did not go on, for he already knew that it was useless to say more...
The golden ancient sword soared into the sky, the qi sword was grand, reflecting the sky and the light. Even if there were gods and demons from the nine heavens, what could they do?
It will be judged as well!