Legend of the Great Sage

yielded to him either.

Her existence, her fortunes, her disposition, her cultivation… All of the coincidences and opportunities, all of the appearances and manifestations, were a product woven from the laws, an exhibition of the Dao.

Her path definitely could not be written off as a mere “Violet Clouds Sword Sovereign”.
She was only showing the tip of the iceberg right now.

Li Qingshan even caught the whiff of a certain opportunity from this.
Why had she appeared by his side? Then he could not help but sigh.
“Sigh, you clearly were still a little girl yesterday.”

“I stopped being a little girl a long time ago!” Yu Zijian stopped smiling and flicked her sword complacently, which made it hum.
It was as if she had just gotten her revenge for being lied to back then.
“Hmph, you kept me in the dark for so long back then!”

“Sigh, you’re actually so vengeful.” Li Qingshan sighed glumly.
Where did the pure, kind, and lovable little girl go?

“You’re not the only vengeful one in the world,” Yu Zijian grinned.
“Speaking of which, you taught me all of this.”

“Is that really the case!?” Li Qingshan behaved like he was surprised, while Yu Zijian nodded solemnly.

Their eyes remained locked in stalemate for a while before they began laughing together.
Their laughter echoed through the small city and everything gradually blurred, like a moistened painting.
The dream receded layer by layer.

On the Heaven Leaning mountain inside a deep, spacious hall, Yu Zijian knelt on a large yin-yang diagram in the centre.
She continued to smile away.

She wore a head ornament shaped like a dragon’s head, like it was about to take flight.
She was dressed in a set of bright-violet clothes befitting of a swordsman with a large, black cape, spread out behind her.
It was embroidered with a golden pattern of clouds.
She seemed elegant and honourable.
She was outstanding and valiant.

The Violet Clouds sword rested quietly on her legs, ready to answer its master’s call at any moment and slay all enemies.

Li Qingshan stood right in front of her with his hand on his chin, clicking his tongue in wonder.
“This attire…”

“How is it? Does it look good?” Yu Zijian raised the cloak gracefully with her large sleeves.

“How drab,” said Li Qingshan.

Yu Zijian immediately lowered her head, like she was deeply hurt.
She grumbled, “They made me dress like this.
They said this is the only way I can demonstrate the Sword Collection palace’s might.”

“They?”

Yu Zijian began to list with her fingers.
“Fu Qingjin, Hua Chengzan, and even someone as slovenly as my master began talking about appearance.
I just can’t stand them.”

Li Qingshan came to an understanding.
Those two calculating people had been fundamental to the Sword Collection palace’s current glory, while the slovenly daoist priest Zhou Tong had served as the strongest cultivator of the Sword Collection palace for a very long time, at least until she had comprehended the Sword Collection Manual of Heaven and Earth and broken through the third, fourth, and fifth heavenly tribulations in a short century.

Yu Zijian looked over and shot a glance at Li Qingshan.
“Hey, do you have any idea just how much of a problem you’ve made for me?”

Li Qingshan pointed at himself.
“Me? Making a problem for you?”

“Then tell me what the north is supposed to be!”

Yu Zijian leapt up and grabbed him by the wrist, leading him out of the hall.
She did everything naturally, without any regard for Li Qingshan’s identity as the god of the world.

Li Qingshan followed her finger and gazed out, peering over the vast ocean.
He immediately understood what she meant.

In the past, he had thrown all of the land corrupted by the Demon domain and the Hungry Ghost realm to the north, which also formed a continent.
Originally, it had been cleaned a few times by Xiao An’s Samādhi Flames of White Bone, so there were no demonfolk or undead remaining.
It had become a bleak land of exile.

But over the years, because he had made the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes open to the public, countless people set off on the path of cultivation and talented geniuses emerged endlessly.
Not all of them were exactly kind figures, so when they got into trouble, they fled to the land of exile.
Coupled with the fact that many of the worlds he devoured possessed demonic cultivators of the world, they all went to the continent to start sects of their own.

It led to nests after nests of demonic cultivators, each ruthless and vicious, capable of anything.
They also participated in this race for the world, and they were basically like a pack of hungry wolves.
When they were feeble, they would shrink back into their nest and shut their doors to the world.
Regular cultivators would struggle to venture deeply into this land teeming with demon qi.
Meanwhile, the strong would venture south to steal resources, abduct people, and commit countless sins.

As a result, this continent was called the Demon continent.
It was the most dangerous place in the world, where everyone paled at the mention of it.

Against all objections, Yu Zijian moved the Sword Collection palace here to serve as the first barrier of the Central continent.
She also held a total of three gatherings on the Heaven Leaning mountain; this led to duels, uniting all the sword cultivators of the world to go to war on the Demon continent.
Only through countless brutal battles did she finally put these lawless demonic cultivators back in their places.

She had not achieved her cultivation through secluded cultivation.
She had basically killed her way to where she was right now.

It was public knowledge throughout the world that the master of the Sword Collection palace was beautiful in appearance, agreeable in personality, and ruthless when it came to killing people.