Master of Untold Daos Chapter 492
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Chapter 492: 492
Liu Qingyun found he could understand the chirping and a crazy idea found its way in his mind, Am I also a long lost cicada?
He was a hardship cultivator . Wanting to be a spiritual cultivator Celestial Immortal in a world where the four Domains had it under strict control was far more difficult . The odds were so much lower if one didn’t join the Domains .
But since he could now see this scripture, it didn’t hurt to try it for a bit .
He didn’t need to crush his either, since he had no spiritual cultivation to begin with .
He began training in the scripture before him and noticed the incredible speed .
It was as if he met with fate!
He was oblivious his speed had two underlying reasons . One, Wan Baqian fed them water from the River of Time, giving him the right to cultivate cicada’s scripture . And two, the mat he was sitting on had a Heart Enlightenment Fruit .
How could Chen Ming not give his disciples some when he preached?
As for the topic of raising perception? No average man would notice it .
The faster he went, the more excited his heart became . Everything he discovered led to one hard fact, he was a cicada!
As a Celestial Immortal, his cultivation speed wasn’t lacking, forming the Instant Dao Seed in a month .
He never thought it possible to do it so fast!
He now turned to the stone walls engraved in cicada’s history: Cicada united the world . Their cultivators trained in a saber art that surpassed time, a nightmare to any other cultivator out there .
The overbearing descriptions of cicada’s power further swept his heart . My cicada race was so strong!
Then he saw another record: To avoid the Apocalypse, they grew a Tree of Martyrs to the 5th stage . . .
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He kept reading with a smile, “My race chose honor over their lives, they cherished the world . Such a pity the four Domains turned traitors in a moment of weakness . They must die!”
It finished off with a poem:
‘I and disaster met, while the world shook with fear .
I, cicada, raised my saber, falling as I fight for righteousness!
Thought the world was kind, only to be surrounded by wolves .
A broken empire shook in the storm, as the saber kept cutting!
Wind howled and rain battered, as the moon raised above the covered sky .
He alone scaled the immortal stage, announcing the changing sky!’
—–Chen Ming
It was as if he could see every cicada fighting to the last man . He could see their hopeless situation, the rage against the traitors . But he could also see their valor, fighting to their last breath!
He felt a gripping resentment inside, and only one line could free him, “He alone scaled the immortal stage, announcing the changing sky!”
The disciples cast their curious gaze over Liu Qingyun, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Don’t know . “
“Who cares, we need to work harder and restore our empire!”
“Yeah, we need to revive our country and throw the four Domains off their thrones!”
Liu Qingyun had hate for them at first, but now found them adorable . They are true cicada, not like my lazy children . This is how a cicada behaves, training day and night!
We, cicada, were the sky once!
Liu Qingyun looked at the disciples and saw the hope of reviving cicada’s empire .
Many thoughts crossed his mind . He was cicada and should pay his respects ancestor . Who was the ancestor you’d ask? Yan Mountain Mountain Lord of course . He was the greatest hope of cicada . He had the potential of becoming as powerful as Almighty Crownless!
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And he was also the head of cicada .
Liu Qingyun rushed to Yan Mountain branch and said to Silver Wing, “I wish to see Mountain Lord!”
This wasn’t Silver Wing’s first occurrence by far . Recently, many of Empyrean Manor’s Celestial Immortals wanted to see Chen Ming . They went up and then came down crying, while also wearing cicada’s black blade . It was so often than even Silver Wing was doubting his origins, if he was cicada or not .
Silver Wing reported then returned with a response, “Go, Mountain Lord is waiting for you at the top . “
Liu Qingyun cupped his hands, “Many thanks!”
He climbed cautiously, not to disturb a single rock, afraid of ruining Chen Ming’s impression of him . At the top, he saw Chen Ming practicing his saber, Hegemonic Immortal Sword . Chen Ming sheathed the blade and asked, “You are?”
Liu Qingyun cupped his hands, “I am Empyrean Manor’s Liu Qingyun!”
Chen Ming nodded, “Is there something you need?”
“Mountain Lord, I learned of my cicada origins!”
Chen Ming feigned shock for the countless time as he walked around him, “Your face does seem to remind me of a cicada general . In the moment of cicada’s destruction, I delivered a baby, but do not know where it went . Because of the 5th stage Tree of Martyrs, time stopped . By the time I woke up, the world changed . “
Liu Qingyun was shocked, “Did my ancestor died in that battle?”
Chen Ming spouted bullshit like a pro now, “Your ancestor was a hero . Struck by hundreds of arrows, he fought relentlessly . Even when his head was cut off, he died standing!”
Liu Qingyun’s eyes glazed over, “My ancestor had such a valiant death!”
“Even if you say you’re cicada, I can’t just believe you . I will conduct a test and then we will know . “
Liu Qingyun was in firm belief of his newfound origins, “Please do, Mountain Lord!”
Chen Ming took out a Two Year Cicada from his storage ring, “This is a cicada blade and only this blade can use the time surpassing saber art . If you can wield it, you are a true cicada!”
Chen Ming threw it over . Liu Qingyun caught it and, sure enough, twofold speed was revealed thanks to his Instant Dao Seed .
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