I Have A Sword-Chapter 1252: Ascension Of The Helian Clan

The Helian Clan!

In the grand hall, numerous powerful figures of the Helian Clan had gathered, and even the clan leader, Helian Yu, was present. He held a secret note in his hand; his face was pale, and his expression was stiff.

When the other clan members saw his demeanor, they revealed worried faces.

Helian Yu said, "I just received word. In the battle between the Genesis Daoist Temple and the Guanxuan Academy, the Guanxuan Universe and True Universe have been destroyed. It is said that Young Master Ye has also fallen in battle...

"The Genesis Daoist Temple has emerged victorious."

Everyone was stunned, their faces blank as they stood motionless in disbelief.

Helian Qi's voice trembled as she asked, "Father... h-he's dead?"

Helian Yu nodded, and his expression was complicated.

Helian Qi's face turned pale as a sheet. She thought about the first time she met Ye Guan. She never could have imagined that the spirited young swordsman would meet such a fate.

Helian Fu asked, "Eldest Brother, did the lady in the plain skirt not intervene?"

Helian Yu shook his head. "It seems that she didn't make any move. The battle was far too intense, and none of our people could get close to it. Alas, the Guanxuan Universe and True Universe have truly been destroyed."

Helian Fu furrowed his brows deeply.

Helian Yu looked at his clan members, took a deep breath, and stood up. In a solemn voice, he said, "Young Master Ye is dead, and the Guanxuan Universe has been annihilated.

"The Genesis Daoist Temple will certainly not spare us. The elders can die, but the Helian Clan cannot be completely wiped out. We must select some of our descendants and help them escape."

With that, Helian Yu sat back down heavily, and a deep sense of helplessness and despair washed over him. This time, the Helian Clan was truly finished.

After the elders heard what he said, their faces turned ashen. This was really the end for them. None of them had expected the Genesis Daoist Temple to be so terrifying... they actually obliterated the Guanxuan Universe.

Just then, an elder rushed in, and his voice was trembling as he exclaimed, "Clan Leader, there are two people outside!"

"They're here?!" Helian Yu shot to his feet. Looking at the gathered elders, his gaze became filled with resolute determination. "Elders, now that we've come to this point, right or wrong no longer matters. A man can be killed but not humiliated. I ask you all to face death alongside me!"

The elders all stood up, equally determined. There was not a trace of fear in their eyes. The Helian Clan members were willing to go through thick and thin together.

There were no cowards among them!

An elder snarled, "Damn it, if we're going to die, we'll take someone down with us!"

The elder ignited his fleshly body and soul, charging out of the great hall. The moment he rushed outside, he saw a man in white and a lady in a plain skirt standing there. Furious, he shouted, "I'm going to take you down with me!"

With that, he prepared to self-destruct.

Seeing the elder rushing towards them like a blazing fireball, Ye Xuan was momentarily stunned. What the hell is going on?

Plain-Skirt Destiny raised her fingers and pointed lightly. In an instant, the elder was forcibly suppressed in place. The flames burning on his fleshly body were extinguished, and he returned to normal.

The elder froze for a moment, and then he glared at the two with wide, furious eyes. "Don't think that I'm going to be afraid of you just because you're strong!"

Ye Xuan was completely speechless.

"Helian Xiao, stand down!" someone roared from behind. Moments later, Helian Yu and a group of Helian Clan experts rushed out.

Helian Xiao looked bewildered.

"Seventh Elder, they're on our side," Helian Yu hurriedly said. Then, he turned to Ye Xuan and Plain-Skirt Destiny and bowed slightly. "Greetings, Seniors."

Ye Xuan smiled gently. "Clan Leader Helian, there's no need for formalities."

Helian Yu hesitated for a moment before asking, "What brings both of you to the Helian Clan...?"

Ye Xuan said, "Your clan has cared for and supported my son. We're here to express our gratitude."

Plain-Skirt Destiny extended her palm. Then, every member of the Helian Clan transformed into white streaks of light that shot into the sky. These lights traversed the starry skies, flying across a myriad universe regions as they headed straight into the depths of the vast expanse.

The entire clan ascended, forcibly entering the territory of a Tier Nine Civilization!

Just as they were about to breach the universe boundary of a Tier Nine Civilization, an aged voice echoed, "Who dares disturb the order of the universe—"

"Scram," Plain-Skirt Destiny spat coldly.

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The voice hesitated, but its presence soon vanished without a trace.

The universe boundary separating the Tier Eight Civilization and a Tier Nine Civilization shattered, allowing the Helian Clan to enter it. Moreover, every member of the Helian Clan received a mysterious inheritance in their sea of consciousness.

From this moment on, the Tier Nine Civilization was bound to have a new superpower. They were going to be a clan with unmatched strength, and behind the newly ascended clan stood a mysterious, unparalleled powerhouse.

***

Plain-Skirt Destiny withdrew her gaze and looked at Ye Xuan.

"Let's go," she muttered.

Ye Xuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "What about him...?"

She glanced at a certain part of the starry skies and calmly said, "It all depends whether he can hold onto that immense fortune or not."

Ye Xuan nodded and grabbed her hand. The two then disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

***

In a barren desert, an old man and a young lady trudged forward with difficulty.

The old man was broad-shouldered and stout; he was dressed in what looked like rough rags, and his skin was darkened by the sun and covered in sand. He was carrying a large, bulging leather bag that was slung over his shoulder.

The young lady next to him appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a light purple dress. She wasn't a stunning beauty, but she had a quiet and sweet demeanor.

The wind grew stronger as they walked, and sand blew everywhere, making it hard for them to open their eyes.

The young lady remarked, "Grandfather, why don't we take a break?"

The old man squinted at the sky and shook his head. "No, we can't. Night is nigh. We have to get out of here before nightfall. Once it's dark, the sandworms will come out, and we will be in trouble."

The young lady nodded, and then she moved closer to the old man. Wrapping her hands around the leather bag, she said, "Grandfather, let me help you."

The old man glanced at her, and a faint smile appeared on his weathered face. "Good girl."

And so, they both pressed on for another half an hour.

The wind and sand grew fiercer, and at this point, it was impossible to keep their eyes open.

Just then, the young lady suddenly pointed somewhere and exclaimed, "Grandfather, look!"

The old man turned his head and saw a man sprawled out on the ground not far away. His condition was unknown.

The old man frowned. "Ignore him, keep walking."

With that, he continued moving forward. In this deadly desert, it was common to see people who had succumbed to the harsh conditions. It was just a part of life here.

However, the young lady hurriedly added, "Grandfather, look! He just moved! He's still alive!"

Without waiting for a response, the young lady ran toward the man.

The old man grew anxious.

"Lass!" he called out, and then he hurried after her.

The young lady reached the man's side and saw that he was indeed moving slightly. When she got a clear look at him, she froze.

The man had disheveled hair and a handsome face, but he was missing both arms. His eyes were closed, and his throat moved as he struggled to utter a single word, "Water..."

The young lady quickly removed the water flask from her waist. She opened it, knelt beside the man, and brought the mouth of the flask to his lips.

The man drank eagerly, as if he hadn't tasted water in ages. However, he drank too quickly and coughed violently.

The young lady gently patted his chest. "Slow down, slow down."

After a while, the man finally opened his eyes.

Seeing the young lady, he looked confused and asked, "Where am I?"

"The Death Desert," replied the young lady.

The Death Desert? The man frowned deeply; the name was clearly unfamiliar.

The old man interjected, "Lass, the sandstorm is getting worse. We have to leave."

The young lady, Little Shan, quickly turned to the man. "Can you walk?"

The man glanced at the intensifying sandstorm in the distance. He understood immediately that they had to leave now, or they would likely be buried alive by the sand.

He nodded and instinctively tried to get up. However, he realized that his arms were missing, causing him to freeze in shock. In an instant, countless memories surged into his mind like a tidal wave...

Moments later, his face turned deathly pale. He seemed to have recalled something and desperately tried to stand, but without his arms, he could not even push himself up.

The young lady hurried to help him to his feet.

The man seemed to sense something and quickly looked at his waist. Hanging from his belt was a broken sword and a small, battered pagoda. The pagoda was dilapidated, and it was missing a huge part of its eaves.

The man trembled and whispered, "Little Soul... Master Pagoda..."

The man was none other than Ye Guan!

He frantically tried to contact Master Pagoda and Little Soul. However, to his horror, neither of them responded. They had fallen into a deep slumber. He then attempted to muster his cultivation base, but the next instant, a blood-red character appeared on his forehead, which read, "Evil."

As soon as the blood-red character appeared, Ye Guan's cultivation base was instantly suppressed. At the same time, a searing pain surged through him, and his head felt as if it had been struck by a hammer. He keeled backward and his head lolled to the side; he was unconscious.

The young lady froze at the sight.

"Lass, the sandstorm is coming!" the old man urged.

The young lady turned and saw a hundred-meter-tall sandstorm sweeping across the horizon, rolling toward them with terrifying speed. Her face turned pale in an instant.

The old man wasted no time. Grabbing her arm, he started running away. The young lady instinctively grabbed Ye Guan's feet and tried to drag him along.

The old man turned and glared at her. "What are you doing?!"

The young lady grinned sheepishly. "Grandfather, saving a life is the most meritorious thing we can ever do. We must save him."

The old man kept running while speaking in a serious tone, "Lass, he's nothing but a burden to us. Let him go, or I'll get angry!"

The young lady hesitated but replied, "Grandfather, if we leave him, I won't be able to live with my conscience."

The old man growled in frustration. "You're dragging him, and I'm dragging you! Your grandfather isn't strong enough for this!"

The young lady stuck out her tongue in a cheeky manner. "Oh, Grandfather, this man is good-looking. Let's save him, okay? The sandstorm is still a few miles away!"

The old man exploded in anger. He glared at her fiercely and chided, "Fan Shan!"