Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

On the vast and boundless path of trials, struggles and battles continue to unfold.

That once-powerful sword had fallen into a rare silence.

On a floating island brimming with spiritual energy, Song Qingxing lay on the cold, hard sand, a raging flame burning fiercely within his chest.

The spiritual energy on the island seemed to be drawn in by some force, continuously flowing into his body.

As this spiritual energy flowed in, the raging flame within his body grew ever stronger.

The raging flames, which should have been intensely hot and incinerated everything, not only did not cause him any harm, but instead burst forth with vitality. The wounds on his body caused by the spatial turbulence scabbed over and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sword, named 【无痕剑】, trembled slightly as it hovered above Song Qingxing, quietly observing everything that was happening to him.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingxing's terrifying injuries had completely healed, and the flame that had been in his chest had grown to its fullest extent. These orange-red flames seeped out through his acupoints and pores, eventually completely enveloping him.

His Purple Mansion Furnace roared, and a ball of crimson flame burst forth from it, colliding fiercely with the orange-red flames within his body.

One of them is the [Nirvana Flame], inherited from the Phoenix Clan, the most supreme divine flame of all living beings in the world, surpassing all other spiritual flames.

One of them is the [Purple Void Divine Fire], refined from the essence, energy, and spirit of cultivators. It is the most supreme mortal fire in the world, and even spiritual fires must avoid its edge.

Neither of them were ordinary fires, and after a contest, neither could defeat the other.

However, the [Nirvana Fire] was ultimately a tree without roots and water without a source, unlike the inexhaustible [Purple Void Divine Fire]. After a tug-of-war that lasted for several hours, the [Nirvana Fire] was finally devoured by the more aggressive [Purple Void Divine Fire], and the originally crimson flames gained a faint hint of orange.

All the flames surged into the Purple Mansion Furnace at the same moment, and then the sword intent that had been dormant within him for a long time began to revive, bursting forth with astonishing light that illuminated the entire floating island.

Having achieved another breakthrough, Song Qingxing slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the [Traceless Sword] that had been guarding him every step of the way.

Upon seeing him awaken, the [Traceless Sword] emitted a joyful sword cry, circling endlessly in the sky like a flying bird.

With a wave of his hand, the [Traceless Sword] landed steadily in Song Qingxing's hand. His palm gently brushed over the blade, as if he were facing an old friend, and he said softly, "Over the years, you have become more and more intelligent."

This sword had been his first choice since he was a boy.

Over the years, no matter how rapidly his cultivation improved, the [Traceless Sword] never disappointed him. Even now, he still doesn't know where the sword's limits lie.

When a magical artifact reaches the level of a magic treasure, it will give birth to a spirit. The [Traceless Sword] is not only a magic treasure, but even a spiritual treasure may not be able to compare with it.

However, it is quite unusual that such a magical sword has not yet given birth to a true weapon spirit.

However, as time went on, Song Qingxing keenly discovered that although the [Traceless Sword] did not have a weapon spirit, it was far more intelligent than ordinary weapon spirits and had already developed its own thoughts.

This time, he fell into a coma while resisting the spatial turbulence. Without any instructions, it took the initiative to lead him across endless space to a floating island suitable for his healing.

Without the abundant spiritual energy on this floating island as a supplement, the [Nirvana Flame] could not have grown so quickly, and his injuries could not have healed so rapidly.

Based on this alone, it surpasses the spirits of most magical treasures.

He had only ever seen such autonomy in Wu Jie in his entire life.

But Wu Jie is not an ordinary artifact spirit, and cannot be used as a general standard.

Now, although the [Traceless Sword] has not yet given birth to a true weapon spirit, it has already possessed its own consciousness, a situation he has never heard of before.

However, he was never one to get to the bottom of things, just as he never cared what grade of magic weapon the [Traceless Sword] was.

No matter what level he reaches in the future, the [Traceless Sword] will always be his first choice, just like when he first saw this sword in the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

Sensing the emotions emanating from its master, the [Traceless Sword] trembled slightly, as if resonating with them.

"I wonder how long he has been asleep this time," Song Qingxing murmured softly.

There were no celestial changes like sunrise and sunset on the path of trials, and even the secrets of heaven were completely chaotic. Previously, he could roughly judge how much time had passed by observing the passage of time, but this time, he was seriously injured and asleep, and had no concept of reference at all.

However, it certainly took a long time, at least several months or even several years.

He could sense that the connection to one of the [Dice of Destiny] had disappeared, which meant that someone had already arrived at the Trial Gate with the [Dice of Destiny] and successfully entered.

One less spot was available for the trial, while the other [Dice of Fate] was racing towards the trial gate.

According to Li Yuxia, the number of dice in each trial is not fixed. The more participants there are, the more dice are formed in the end. In their year, there were as many as five dice, but only three people survived and walked out of the trial gate.

Before Song Qingxing fell into a coma, he sensed the presence of two dice. Who knows if a new die was born during this time? If he had been asleep for many years and there was more than one cultivator entering the trial path, then the die he sensed now might be the last chance.

Now, the die is rapidly heading towards the Trial Gate.

Thinking of this, he stood up, ready to do his best to seize this opportunity, when the [Traceless Sword] suddenly blocked his way. The tip of the sword touched the ground and wrote several numbers on the sand stroke by stroke.

"Ninety-six...ninety-six days?" Song Qingxing understood his expression.

If only three months have passed, then he still has a chance. However, he needs to first confirm whether any new [Fate Dice] have appeared in these three months.

Before he could express his thoughts, the [Traceless Sword] transformed into a streak of silver light and flew rapidly into the distance.

Seeing this, Song Qingxing quickly followed.

After the man and his sword departed, a majestic figure appeared out of thin air on the floating island, looking in the direction they had gone, a hint of reminiscence appearing in his eyes.

"Could it really be that person's sword? Why has it become like this?"

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Because of the [Dice of Destiny], the Trial Path has become much quieter. This is not only because there are fewer trial participants, but more importantly because they are all vying for the [Dice of Destiny], which has led to the near disappearance of trial participants on the outskirts.

After searching for a long time, Song Qingxing finally found a trial participant on a hidden floating island.

The opponent intended to launch a sneak attack, but unexpectedly, his every move was firmly locked onto by Song Qingxing's divine sense from the very beginning. Just as he was about to make a move, he was slit in the throat with a sword.

Song Qingxing used the Soul Searching Technique to search his memories and found that he had only sensed two dice from beginning to end, one of which had disappeared half a month ago.

Since no third die has appeared, it means there are still many trial participants on the field, and not enough people have died, so no new die has appeared yet.

The reason this person remained hidden here instead of vying for the second die was because he had guessed the underlying logic of how the dice were generated. He was conserving his strength, waiting for a new opportunity. He was undoubtedly a clever man, but unfortunately, he made a less wise choice, encountering a treacherous star and ultimately losing his life.

The information he received was very useful to Song Qingxing, as it meant he still had a chance and didn't need to fixate on the second die.

After all, given his current speed, it would be almost impossible for him to reach the Trial Gate before the dice holder, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

However, the thought of the third die appearing meant he had to continue killing. To find a sufficient number of trial participants, going directly to the finish line and waiting for them to come to him was undoubtedly the best option.

With this in mind, he transformed into a beam of sword light and rushed towards the location of the Trial Gate at top speed...

Even at his full speed, it took him more than three months to reach the end of the trial path.

There was still no news about the third die, but the holder of the second die was acting strangely. According to the timeline, he had clearly arrived near the trial gate a long time ago, but he kept circling around it and had not entered the trial gate for a long time. His whereabouts were extremely strange.

However, he didn't care what the other party thought; to him, this was a direct opportunity to obtain the [Dice of Fate].

Everyone else gets run around in circles because they're not fast enough, but he's different!
After spending several days calculating the opponent's approximate movement trajectory, he used his superhuman speed to arrive directly in front of the opponent and wait for them to come to him...

At this moment, Shen Jingchuan was completely unaware of the approaching danger and continued to lead a group of trial participants in circles.

Just as he was about to pass over a small floating island, a sword beam resembling a silver dragon shot into the sky.

Despite being attacked suddenly, Shen Jingchuan relied on his strong combat instincts to draw his sword and counterattack at top speed.

"Roar……"

The blade energy, fierce as a tiger, collided violently with the silver dragon in mid-air. The small floating island below, unable to withstand the impact of the explosion, shattered instantly, crushed into dust by the blade and sword energy.

"This sword energy, is it him?" Shen Jingchuan took several steps back, knife in hand, a hint of shock flashing through his mind.

Once masters clash, they never forget each other. He immediately thought of Song Qingxing because of that iconic sword aura.

The opponent had been silent for half a year, but unexpectedly, his strength had risen to another level. He was simply a prodigy.

Only then did Song Qingxing realize that the person he had ambushed was an old acquaintance.

However, given Shen Jingchuan's abilities, it's quite normal for him to win a die.

"You've been missing for half a year. I thought you'd fallen into the hands of that old poisoner," Shen Jingchuan said calmly, standing with his knife on his shoulder.

Song Qingxing did not answer his question, but simply stared at the spot on his chest where the [Dice of Fate] was located.

Sensing his gaze, Shen Jingchuan raised an eyebrow, reached for the dice, tossed them, and said, "What, you want to join them in attacking me too?"

Song Qingxing glanced at the dice in his hand before looking away, sheathing his longsword, and said indifferently, "Not interested."

"Heh, you do have character." Shen Jingchuan put the dice back in their place and said casually, "Actually, if you really want it, just say the word. I'm no match for you now."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingxing remained unmoved.

He could let go of others, but he had at least fought alongside Shen Jingchuan, and Shen had even shown him the way to detoxify. Although the result was not entirely satisfactory, he still remembered that favor.

"You arrived here so early, why not go to the Gate of Trials?"

Shen Jingchuan grinned and said, "Without you, this trial path is full of mediocre talents, no wonder they can't break through to the Golden Core stage."

A bunch of old guys, killing them isn't enough. We're waiting for you to be cured so we can all go through the trial gate together. One of them already went in, a woman.

"I don't know when the third die will appear, but that's okay. As long as you're not afraid of being hunted down, I'll wait with you."

This answer surprised Song Qingxing. He thought the other party had some special plan, but he didn't expect it to be for this reason.

"Dice aren't something you just wait for."

Shen Jingchuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you know?"

"When enough people die, the dice will appear."

Song Qingxing's gaze was deep, passing over Shen Jingchuan and turning to the trial participants who were gradually approaching from behind. He slowly gripped the hilt of his sword, and the sword's power rapidly accumulated within it.

"So that's how it is! I was wondering why the third die hadn't appeared yet. Turns out I didn't kill enough!" Shen Jingchuan slapped his thigh, his face full of regret.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he looked at Song Qingxing and said, "Since that's the case, let's kill him one more time together."

I've been chased around like a dog by them for a while now, and I'm really looking forward to getting my revenge.

"If the two of us join forces, we can wipe out this trial path completely."

"If you're not afraid of death, then come on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingxing drew the [Traceless Sword] with lightning speed, and the sword energy that had been accumulating for a long time burst forth instantly, like a torrent.

The first trial participant was instantly reduced to a bloody mist by this sword strike.

Before the other trial participants could react, Song Qingxing charged forward alone with his sword, fighting several cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion realm. Shen Jingchuan was mesmerized by the sight and laughed wildly, saying, "You've got guts! I'll help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed his knife and joined the battle.

Despite being outnumbered, the two fought with equal skill, their swords and sabers moving in perfect harmony. The first wave of challengers who arrived was quickly wiped out.

After a brief period of rest and recuperation, the two launched an attack and killed the remaining trial participants.

In less than a month, he killed nearly forty people, and his fearsome reputation terrified the remaining trial participants.

Instead of launching their own attacks, they gathered before the Gate of Trials, preparing for a final battle.

Only those who survive are qualified to participate in the trial!
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P.S.: I talked to the editor today and felt that "Family Rise: I Have a Scroll of Ten Thousand Laws" was more in line with the content, so it will probably be changed to that later.

Personally, I still prefer "The Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws"; it feels more sophisticated. But sophistication doesn't translate to viewership. I might consider it when that book is finished. (End of Chapter)