Ascension failed, the system took me away

The blood-red moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight shining down seemed to be able to penetrate space, ignoring obstacles and emitting a strange power.

The vast land is rocky and desolate. From time to time, strange creatures emerge from the ground and fight each other.

These creatures look very different, but the only thing they have in common is that they are all born to fight and have aggressive tissues all over their bodies.

They fought each other, the winner devoured the loser, absorbed its flesh, and grew more and stronger fighting organs.

Then he began to hunt other monsters of the same level, fighting continuously and becoming stronger.

Just like raising Gu, the strongest Gu King will be decided in the end.

Bathed in the bloody moonlight, the monsters fought fiercely in this desolate land.

But they all tacitly avoided one place and did not dare to get close at all.

Here there is a stone sword that reaches from heaven to earth, standing like a mountain reaching into the sky, majestic and towering.

The sharp sword intent enveloped the nearby area, and from time to time, sword energy blew like a mountain wind, carrying the breath of extinction of all living things.

The monsters that approached could sense the deadly danger, and the sharp sword intent pierced their sensory organs and caused pain.

It seemed like it would explode if I looked at it any longer.

This is the Demon Realm, or rather, a world influenced by the power of the Demon Realm. It is almost completely eroded and integrated into the Demon Realm.

The mountain-sized stone sword was like a giant's weapon, thrown down from the distant sky and piercing the earth.

The area filled with sword energy is one of the few pure lands in this world that has not been completely polluted.

The orderly power seems out of place in the chaotic devil's land, as eye-catching as the curls in the white porridge.

At the top of the stone sword, a young monk in a plain white robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the blood moon in the sky. His eyes were deep, and there seemed to be endless sharpness hidden in them.

His posture was as tall as a pine tree, and his back was as straight as a sword. He stood there with an unshakable and undaunted aura.

It is like a pillar standing in the midst of the rolling torrent. No matter how rough the waves hit it, it remains as calm as the earth, not shaken at all.

The young monk took out a terminal and started tinkering with it, adjusting the signal frequency band.

The sci-fi look seemed somewhat inconsistent with his outfit.

It's like an ancient swordsman playing with his cell phone.

After some debugging, a message was sent.

"Brother Chen, are you still alive?"

"San San, are you still there?"

There was no response from the terminal. The message was sent, but the other party didn't seem to receive it.

Maybe I received it, but couldn’t reply for various reasons.

The young monk did not feel disappointed, as if he had become accustomed to the unanswered calls.

He put the terminal in his hand back and looked at the blood moon in the sky again.

With keen perception, he had already detected subtle changes in the scattered moonlight.

"Here we go again!" the young monk said to himself.

His name is Zhuo Yan, and he is a disciple of Zhuiyang Realm Sword Sect.

After the Lord of the Divine Court, there is a cultivator who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, a contractor of the fourth-level system, and the strongest person in the art of swordsmanship.

People respectfully call him the Sword God!

More than ten thousand years ago, he was an entry-level disciple of the Sword Sect with mediocre aptitude.

He has no special physique, no outstanding talents, and no innate special signs. He is just one of the countless ordinary monks.

All we have is perseverance, an indomitable will, and a sincere heart that can withstand pressure.

Even though he was far behind his peers, he never lost heart and continued to hone his swordsmanship.

Perhaps it was because of this unchanging original intention that the mysterious system from outer space did not choose the genius with outstanding qualifications at that time.

Instead, they chose him and signed a contract with him.

Once you get the opportunity, you will reach the ninth heaven.

Although the fourth-level system has great powers and can easily improve his cultivation and make him a top-level strongman.

But Zhuo Yan did not choose this shortcut, and continued to practice step by step.

The moment he made his choice, the system told him that the contract officially came into effect.

The previous contract was fake, an illusion, and an entry test.

If he chooses the shortcut, he will be eliminated from the contract candidates.

Because a useless person who can't even walk on his own is not qualified to become his fourth-level boss contractor.

After the contract was established, the fourth-level system gave him two great opportunities.

One is the Kendo Library, and the other is personal time acceleration.

In the Kendo Library, there are countless Kendo techniques recorded in a four-level system.

Personal time acceleration can achieve a time ratio of up to a thousand times, with a thousand days inside and one day outside.

But there are pros and cons, because life span is calculated based on accelerated time.

However, it can be paid with the life span of other monks.

This seems to be a test as well.

Because you only need to capture a large number of monks whose cultivation is weaker than yours to gain a lot of acceleration time.

And nearby were many disciples of the Sword Sect.

As long as you let go of your bottom line and conscience, you can start hanging.

However, Zhuo Yan never thought of doing this. The first thing he thought of was the demon monk.

This bunch of trash can be recycled.

Thus, countless demonic monks became stepping stones on his path of cultivation.

With a sword in hand, the more he kills, the stronger he becomes, and countless demonic monks have fallen victim to his misfortunes.

By the time Zhuo Yan reached the pinnacle, he was almost extinct.

He has slain countless demons in his life and is truly the nemesis of the devil. His name can make all evil retreat.

Those cultivators who intend to switch to the path of evil are intimidated by this title and are too cowardly to do so.

Even if a cultivator who has been possessed by the devil has comprehended evil methods from the devil's inspiration, he dare not practice them at all.

He was afraid that a sword energy would come from thousands of miles away and kill him on the spot, leaving him dead and gone.

During the time when Zhuo Yan was in charge of the world, there were no demons in the world and the world was peaceful and stable.

It's a pity that his reputation in this life was almost ruined.

After reaching the top, there is no way forward.

He did not seek help from the system, but wanted to rely on himself to break through the limit and go further.

He sat on the top of a snowy mountain for a thousand years, comprehending the way of the sword.

But he was attacked by an unknown assassination without knowing it, and his thoughts almost went astray.

I thought this limit that could not be broken was a suppression from Heaven.

So he followed the guidance from the unknown, determined to break the shackles of heaven and earth, and with one sword he split open the door to the unknown.

However, he never expected that this sword would directly open the passage to the Demon Realm.

On the unknown other side, a powerful enemy is trying to cross over and invade the Zhuiyang Realm.

When he was wondering why the system didn't remind him, he found that his inseparable good friend had disappeared without a trace.

Before he had time to investigate further, Zhuo Yan realized that he had caused a big disaster, so he went to the other side of the door alone to block the enemy out.

He threw a sword back, and with the help of both inside and outside forces, he closed the cross-border door.

This journey will last for eternity.

On the desolate and barren land, the door to cross the boundary is suppressed by the stone sword that reaches from sky to earth.

Over the years, I don’t know how many enemies have been killed here.

His cultivation had already broken through the limit in the endless killing and entered a realm that belonged to him alone.

Unfortunately, this method of killing is not applicable to the Zhuiyang Realm.

If his method of proving the truth through killing were to spread, the Zhuiyang world would probably be transformed into a Shura field, with no living creatures left.