A mysterious figure at the window, traces of blue ink on rice paper

　　A hidden dragon with azure scales, breaking through the array of gods and demons

　　Listening to the Buddhist chants of an ancient temple, transforming into a bluestone to suppress the gods

　　Demons and spirits sigh at a wisp of pure soul

　　Laugh at my reckless life, relying only on a three-foot blade

　　A thousand years of waiting, watching the autumn rain fall

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The Remnants of the Fire God's Scroll

Chapter One: That Instant of Reincarnation

In this world, all cultivators seek nothing but immortality.

Yet, after attaining immortality, what then?

……

Beneath the vast sky, lightning tore through the heavens, dark clouds rolled in, a fierce gale raged, and five fully armed and guarded vehicles sped along the winding mountain road, heading straight for the city.

In 2015, the Xianyang Museum in Shaanxi Province welcomed a batch of extremely precious unearthed relics. The tomb of Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, finally saw the light of day, and a large number of two-thousand-year-old artifacts were being escorted into the museum.

"Be careful, don't damage anything!"

The elderly museum director, his face glowing with excitement, carefully wiped the dust from the packing box and laughed heartily, "At last, the most precious tomb cluster of the Han Dynasty has been unearthed!"

"Click!"

The car door opened, and several uniformed police officers got out. One of them knocked on the car window and said in a low voice, "Boss, wake up, we're here!"

The rear door opened, and a handsome young man lifted the brim of his cap, revealing a slight smile. He said, "Begin the transfer. Make sure these relics are safely delivered to the designated location!"

"Yes, boss!"

……

Ryan Bennett, head of the Security Department at Xianyang Museum, 21 years old, enlisted at 17, with two years of special forces experience. His face was chiseled and resolute, sword-like brows slightly raised, and in his deep black eyes was something unfathomable.

The old director walked up and said with a smile, "Ryan Bennett, thank you for your hard work on this trip!"

"Uncle Da, you're too kind, it's my duty!"

Ryan Bennett strode into the museum and asked, "Has the place been cleared?"

"Yes, it was cleared at three this afternoon!"

The old director said gravely, "With the real tomb of Liu Bang unearthed, I've heard that many jealous eyes are already watching. In half an hour, the city police will send 20 officers to guard here. Your task is to ensure the safety of these relics tonight—there must not be a single mistake!"

"Understood!"

Ryan Bennett nodded, looking at the relics being arranged in the distance. Many of them were jade artifacts, extremely fragile, but these did not draw Ryan Bennett's attention. His gaze remained fixed on an ancient, unadorned longsword. After two thousand years, it had not rusted; only mottled gray stains marked its blade. As the staff carefully wiped it, a faint cold gleam still shone from the edge, astonishing Ryan Bennett and making him certain that this sword was no ordinary artifact!

At night, the relics were moved into the storage room one by one. Four fully armed security guards stood around. In the corner, Ryan Bennett stood with arms crossed, lazily leaning against the wall, his deep gaze fixed on the storage room. He felt uneasy, as if something unexpected would happen tonight.

Looking into the distance, twenty armed police officers were on guard all around. With such a strong police presence, it seemed nothing could go wrong.

The clock ticked, each sound striking at Ryan Bennett's heart, making him even more uneasy. He looked up at the pitch-black night sky, his brows furrowed.

The night grew even quieter, and a few of Ryan Bennett's subordinates began to yawn.

Ryan Bennett looked at the ancient sword in the transparent display case in the distance. He could vaguely see a faint blue moonlight shimmering on the blade—yet there was no moon that night.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud explosion shattered the silence!

The museum roof was pierced through, countless shards of glass rained down, crashing everywhere. The tremendous force easily tore through the storage room's bulletproof layer, leaving the museum in chaos.

The police officers all drew their guns, holding their breath as they stared at the storage room—something was up there!

A cold wind swept in, howling fiercely. Everyone saw it clearly: it was a young man in a black robe, with long hair and a cold, stern face, looking indifferently at the crowd.

The most shocking thing was that this young man was floating in midair. He stepped forward, each step deep and steady, treading on empty air, blue ripples spreading beneath his feet—utterly unbelievable!

"Pfft!"

The young man reached out and pierced the bulletproof glass, taking the ancient sword from the display case. Then he looked coldly around.

The police captain stepped forward, shouting in terror, "You... who are you? Put down the relics immediately, or we'll open fire!"

The young man curled his lips in a contemptuous smile, waved his hand in the air, and a powerful force struck the police captain's chest. He spat out blood and flew back like a broken kite, already unconscious.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, but the young man was utterly unafraid. With a shout, a pale blue force appeared before him, "bang bang bang," deflecting all the bullets!

All the officers were dumbfounded. They had never encountered anything like this in their lives.

At this moment, the young man finally turned his gaze to Ryan Bennett. He gave a bitter smile and said in a low voice, "I... have finally found you. I have waited too long for this day!"