Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"hold head high--"

The sounds of dragon roars and phoenix cries rang out again, and the shadow of a golden dragon took off, with a pair of huge eyes staring at the [Traceless Sword] in front of it without emotion.

A major war could break out at any time.

Or it could be said that it had already erupted. The powerful sword intent released from both sides was constantly entangled and tearing each other in the air. That force frightened Song Qingxing. It was the first time that he felt such a powerful and sharp sword intent from the body of the [Traceless Sword].

Song Qingxi was unaware of this. He looked up and asked in confusion, "What is that in the sky?"

"That's a sword." Song Qingxing said softly, with an unusual tone.

"A sword?" Song Qingxi was slightly surprised. She did not feel any qualities or features related to "sword" from the golden dragon shadow.

"Were the [Traceless Swords] attracted by it? Then what are they doing now?"

"You can view it as a challenge. The sword's foundation is extraordinary. The [Traceless Sword] is challenging it, defeating it with its inferior. If it fails, it will fall completely into the dust. If it can win, then it can go one step further."

There was a gleam in Song Qingxing's eyes. The man was like a sword, and the sword was like the man. Like the sword and the swordsman, they both needed to go through countless challenges, be tempered, and climb all the way before they could finally catch a glimpse of the scenery on the top of the mountain.

Over the past few decades, all the challenges that stood in Song Qingxing's way were overcome by him one by one, and now, the [Traceless Sword] has also faced its own challenges.

"Chong-"

[The Traceless Sword] let out a powerful and resounding sword chant, and endless murderous aura gathered around it. It was originally a sword of killing, and in Song Qingxing's hands over the years it had drunk a lot of blood and evil spirits. At this moment, all the power accumulated in the body was released all at once.

In an instant, the entire palace was filled with bloody and murderous aura.

"hold head high--"

The golden dragon's phantom roared towards the sky, and the scales around it burst into dazzling light, dispersing the bloody and murderous aura around it. A tremendous pressure descended, making people unable to resist an urge to worship it in their hearts.

Fortunately, Song Qingxi and Song Qingxing both have extraordinary backgrounds, and they simply suppressed this feeling.

But the [Traceless Sword] in the air was not affected at all. The blade trembled slightly, and a vague figure appeared above it. It could only be vaguely distinguished as the shadow of a beast. The figure was like a constantly inflating ball, and its volume expanded rapidly.

Endless sword energy was spreading from both of them. This sword energy was invisible and intangible, yet it was everywhere. Song Qingxing quickly stretched out his hand to protect Song Qingxi behind him, retreated to a corner, and quietly observed this battle between two swords.

Whether it was Song Qingxing or Song Qingxi, it was the first time they had seen such a scene.

"It seems that the [Traceless Sword] is about to be defeated." Song Qingxi's feeling about the battle situation was not as clear as Song Qingxing's, but judging from the aura released by both sides, the golden dragon shadow transformed from the nameless sword was obviously superior and had the upper hand.

Song Qingxing did not respond, but how could he not understand the situation that Song Qingxi could understand?

From the first moment he saw the [Traceless Sword], he knew that this sword was extraordinary, but the difference in grade was very difficult to erase. In detail, the current grade of the [Traceless Sword] was equivalent to that of a top-grade spiritual weapon.

And the nameless sword that transformed into a golden dragon was far superior to it.

[Traceless Sword] was in a weak position from the very beginning.

However, compared to the nameless sword, the [Traceless Sword] has an advantage that its opponent does not have.

Song Qingxing put his fingers together like a sword and cut his palm without hesitation. The bright red blood turned into a thin line of blood and "floated" towards the [Traceless Sword] in the air.

[Traceless Sword] greedily sucked the blood from its master, and a clear "gulp" sound seemed to be heard in the air.

After being baptized by blood, the already red blade of the [Traceless Sword] became even more crimson, as if it was about to drip blood.

The momentum began to rise crazily, and it even overwhelmed the golden dragon shadow in the distance. A part of the blurry shadow above it also protruded out, splitting sharply in the middle, like a bloody mouth, and rushed directly towards the golden dragon shadow opposite.

The golden dragon shadow did not retreat at all, and rushed forward with the same roar.

The moment the two collided, an unparalleled force suddenly erupted, and the entire pyramid began to tremble violently.

The sharp sword energy swept across the four directions, and the magnificent palace was completely unrecognizable under its ravages. Song Qingxing and Song Qingxi had to temporarily avoid the sharp sword energy and retreated to the corridor they came from.

"click click"

The scales on the golden dragon's body began to break, like a piece of fine porcelain covered with cracks, which would shatter with the slightest intervention of external force.

"Roar……"

The bloody mouth that appeared from the shadow suddenly bit the golden dragon's phantom.

Unable to bear the weight, the phantom of the golden dragon finally shattered, and the fragments in the sky turned into light spots, which wrapped around a short but broad bronze sword.

The hilt of the sword is carefully wrapped with golden threads, and the hilt is engraved with a strange symbol, and such symbols are widely present on its broad blade.

This is a sword with a style that is completely different from the modern or even ancient sword-making styles, and it is full of traces of time.

Against the backdrop of those brilliant spots of light, it looks like an ancient emperor who has descended to the mortal world, revealing an indescribable nobility from the inside out. People dare not look directly at it, as if even looking at it would be a blasphemy.

"Roar--"

The shadow condensed by [Traceless Sword] didn't care about anything and let out a thunderous roar, then suddenly sucked in with its bloody mouth. All the light spots wrapped around the ancient sword sank into the shadow's big mouth, and then turned into a stream of light and injected into the body of [Traceless Sword].

In an instant, the [Traceless Sword] shone brightly, and the aura it released also changed slightly.

As the sword holder, Song Qingxing felt the change more obviously. If the previous [Traceless Sword] was compared to a butcher who killed people without blinking an eye and had blood on his hands.

Then, after defeating the golden dragon phantom and absorbing those light spots, it turned into an emperor who held the power of life and death, whose words could determine life and death, and whose anger could cause millions of deaths and rivers of blood.

"This is……"

Song Qingxing was somewhat confused about this sudden change, and became more and more curious about the origin of the ancient sword.

With a "click", the heavy ancient sword fell from the air with a crisp sound, as if it had fallen into the dust, no longer having its previous majesty and dignity.

[Traceless Sword] made a gesture of victory, flew around it in the air, then returned to the scabbard and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Qingxing walked forward, bent down and picked up the ancient sword. The first thing he felt when he held it was that it was heavy. With his eyesight, he couldn't even tell what material the sword was made of. He also couldn't tell the runes engraved on it. He had learned two ancient characters in the clan school, which were applicable to the recent and ancient times. Later, he learned three ancient characters under Wu Jie's guidance.

But among the ones he learned, none of them could correspond to the runes on this sword.

"What a strange sword." Song Qingxi walked forward to take a look and shook her head slightly. She had seen many swords, but had never seen such a strange sword.

It is somewhat similar to a heavy sword, but it is only a one-handed sword, and the blade is very sharp. It does not rely on "momentum" to defeat the enemy.

None of this is important. The key point is that neither of them can tell the specific grade of this sword, just like when they first saw the [Traceless Sword].

"Could it be because the power was devoured by the [Traceless Sword]?"

Looking at the dull ancient sword in his hand, Song Qingxing could only attribute it to the [Traceless Sword].

However, based on the power it had demonstrated before, this sword would at least be no weaker than the [Ding Jiangshan] in Song Changsheng's hand.

[Ding Jiangshan] is a top-grade magic weapon, which means that the ancient sword in his hand is very likely to be a top-grade magic weapon or even a spiritual treasure.

This is not impossible. This place is already located deep in the royal mausoleum. If it were an ordinary treasure, it would not be qualified to be stored here.

You know, those ministers who have made great contributions only have a coffin and a stone chamber, without exception along the way, but this sword has its own magnificent palace, which proves that its status is at least above those ministers.

"Uncle is knowledgeable. Take it back and let him see it." Song Qingxi said softly.

Just as Song Qingxing was about to nod, the pyramid began to shake again. This time the shaking was more violent than the previous ones, and it made a rumbling sound like a dragon turning over.

Suddenly, clear cracks appeared in the floor under their feet. These cracks spread to the walls. The walls also began to crack and the paint began to fall off in large chunks. The load-bearing columns and beams of the palace also made "creaking" sounds as they could not bear the weight.

Song Qingxi was startled and said hurriedly: "Oh no, this place is going to collapse, we have to get out quickly."

They are now at the bottom of the pyramid. If the pyramid collapses, they will be crushed underneath. Even if they are foundation-building monks, it will be difficult for them to save themselves.

Song Qingxing said nothing, embraced her, and rushed outside with the nameless ancient sword, turning into a stream of light.

Just as they were fleeing for their lives, a huge earthquake occurred in the underground world where the royal tombs were located, and palaces and pavilions collapsed in large numbers.

Horrible and hideous cracks quickly spread out from the pyramid, some of which were even dozens of feet wide. They swallowed up some buildings and then suddenly closed, killing many puppet soldiers who were running around like headless flies.

Earthquakes are not the most terrifying thing. When you look up at the sky, you can find that the "sky" is also covered with cracks. Those dim "stars" are flashing rapidly, and from time to time one or two turn into "meteors" and fall down.

The light of the "sun" and "moon" in the sky became dimmer and dimmer, and the flight trajectory became irregular.

All of this seems like the end of the world.

There was no more waiting on the ground. Song Youfu flew into the air on his sword and watched the buildings below collapse in large pieces. His heart was filled with confusion and fear.

"What's going on? Is this small world going to be destroyed?" Song Youfu thought with a pale face.

This was not just his groundless imagination.

The laws of these small worlds floating in the endless void are often not strong enough, and the protective barriers outside are not strong enough, and their ability to withstand attacks is very poor. Just like the Wutong small world, it is hard to tell when it may be destroyed by a group of meteors of unknown origin.

How similar is his current situation?

"It's over, it's over. My uncle and aunt haven't come back yet, and I don't know where my great uncle Changxuan is now. What should I do next?"

Looking at the cracks in the "sky", Song Youfu was so anxious that bubbles appeared on the corners of his mouth.

In order to collect the seal fragments and the funerary objects that rushed out of the pyramid, all the Song family monks dispersed. Song Qingyu had been working with him before, but they later separated because they were chasing different treasures. Now there is no one around him.

There were only two options before him now - to join up with the others, or to head straight for the exit.

After thinking about it, he decided to contact Song Changxuan and others first.

We came in together, so naturally we should leave together.

Without making him wait too long, he soon received a reply from Song Changxuan, who told him to go directly to the exit to save himself without waiting for others.

After receiving the order, Song Youfu no longer hesitated and ran towards the exit with all his might.

Before he had walked far, he saw the "moon" in the sky turn into a stream of light and fall down, exactly in the direction where he was, but the landing point was completely opposite to the exit.

For a moment, Song Youfu was in hesitation. Seeing that the underground world was about to collapse, he should rush to the exit as quickly as possible.

But he was reluctant to give up this opportunity that came right to his doorstep.

Although we don’t know whether the “moon” is a magic weapon or something else, the fact that it has been able to fly in the air for so many years means it is definitely an extraordinary treasure.

Song Youfu's expression changed rapidly, and he finally gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, saying viciously: "Damn it, wealth and honor are sought in danger, let's fight!"

Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and rushed towards the place where the "moon" fell.

At this time, large chunks of earth and rocks began to fall from the sky, which was a sign of the collapse of the underground world.

Song Youfu saw it and was anxious. After rushing to the crash site, he didn't have time to take a closer look. He stuffed it into the storage bag and ran away.

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, the "sky" collapsed.

Also with the pyramid as the center, a large area began to collapse, and the tomb was about to be completely buried in the soil.

Song Youfu risked his life to return to the royal city on the ground before the underground world completely collapsed...

...(End of chapter)