Asura Mad Emperor - Chapter 478 : The Dao of Tribulation Clouds

One day, I was given the mysterious power of Hwanmong.

Hundreds of years ago, Human, Celestial Clan and Demon Clan lived together on the Origin Continent. However, a great war broke out between the three races. Shan He, the leader of Human, had discovered a catalogue of methods to forge Divine Weapons. With this catalogue, Shan He led Human to defeat the other two clans and expelled them from the Origin Continent.

The peace did not last long. After the passing of Shan He, the once Glory Empire collapsed. Various forces of Human fell into a long period of wild war for the Divine Weapon Catalogue, but the catalogue was lost during the war.

The Demon Clan took advantage of the internal strife of Human. Under the lead of their new lord, Fen Tian, the Demon army invaded the Origin Continent violently.

Human soon lost a large portion of their territory. At that moment, a mysterious hero suddenly appeared on the battlefield. With a legendary Divine Weapon in hand, he severely injured Fen Tian and forced him to retreat. The united Human army chased the Demon army across the strait and to the Two Realm Plain on the Tranquil Continent.

Once again, the various forces of Human started wildly searching for the Divine Weapon Catalogue…

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I am the sword.

Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!

I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

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For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”