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Chapter 321 The Strange Changes in the Burial Sword Abyss

The sacred site of the Thunder God?
Shen Chongming frowned, somewhat puzzled as to who this "Heavenly Venerable of Thunder" mentioned by the Spirit of Thunder Pool was.

However, the spirit of the Thunder Pool was too busy being excited to offer any further explanation.

The old beggar, hunched over, came to a half-collapsed wall deep inside the main hall, reached out and touched the wall, where a layer of plaster had clearly been peeled off, and fell into deep thought.

Watching his retreating figure, Shen Chongming pondered for a moment before slowly approaching him.

What's on it?

After staring at the wall for a long time, Shen Chongming found that apart from the mottled and rotten messy patterns, he could not see anything else.

The old beggar ignored him, but gently stroked the mottled wall with his withered hands, as if he were touching a rare treasure.

Shen Chongming stood behind him for a long time, then shook his head, turned around and went to the center of the hall. He frowned as he looked at the Thunder Pool Spirit flying excitedly above his head and said, "Alright, stop running around and come down!"

The spirit of Leichi flapped its wings, spun in the air, and flew directly to Shen Chongming, a smile on its face.

"Kid, this is my house!"

"This is where I started!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Chongming frowned slightly.

The words of the spirit of Leichi reminded him of the rumors from back then.

Legend has it that in the secret realm of Qixian Mountain, there is a stone carving of a Thunder Pool. The stone carving that nurtured the spirit of the Thunder Pool was brought back from the chaotic currents by one of the Seven Sons of Yangnao.

Now the spirit of Leichi says this is its home, and also that this is the Daoist temple of the Thunder God.

Connecting these events, Shen Chongming seemed to have figured something out.

He turned and looked at the ragged figure in front of the wall, then at the spirit of the Thunder Pool and the dilapidated hall around him.

"Back then...was it him who took you out of here?"

Upon hearing this, the spirit of the Thunder Pool flashed to the old beggar's side, gently sniffed him, and then looked him up and down before frowning and shaking its head, saying:
"I can't remember."

"That was so long ago. What did Old Man Zhang look like again?"

Shen Chongming frowned and asked, "Is the old man Zhang you mentioned one of the Seven Talents of Yangnao back then?"

The spirit of Leichi shook his head again: "All I know is that his name is Zhang Daoqi... a crazy guy."

"When he was taken back, the master had not fully woken up and was repairing himself in the Thunder Pool."

"The old man kept nagging at Grandpa, until later..."

The spirit of Thunder Pool flapped its wings, tapped its head with both hands, and after a moment of thought, suddenly exclaimed, "I remember now!"

Its exclamation delighted Shen Chongming.

"What did you think of?"

The spirit of Leichi said somewhat awkwardly, "I've never seen Zhang Daoqi before..."

"you!"

Shen Chongming glared at it angrily, then sighed helplessly.

Neither of these two guys around me seems reliable.

"This is not my fault. He ran away before I even got out of prison."

"When I came out, the Seven Sages Mountain Secret Realm was already empty."

"The matter of the Seven Sons of Yangnao was something I heard the master say while he was asleep in Leichi, and he wrote down some fragments of what he heard them crying and rambling in front of him."

"Alright!" Shen Chongming waved his hand.

He didn't get a definite answer from the spirit of Leichi, but judging from the old beggar's strange behavior, he could roughly deduce that the old beggar's true identity was probably Zhang Daoqi, one of the Seven Heroes of Yangnao.

However, most of the people who were familiar with Zhang Daoqi have now died.

The only remaining Luo Tianxing is now just a sleeping Nascent Soul.

"Is there anything else good here?"

After some thought, Shen Chongming looked at the spirit of the Thunder Pool again.

His current situation is very bad.

The spiritual energy in the meridians of the body was constantly evaporating, and there was no spiritual energy in the surrounding air to replenish it.

Once the thunder essence in the dantian thunder pool is exhausted, one can only wait to die here.

The spirit of Thunder Pool naturally understood his predicament. Tilting its head, it thought for a moment and said, "The Celestial Venerable's Daoist temple should have a formation that can reverse the power of chaos. Wait a minute, let me think about it..."

The spirit of Thunder Pool flapped its wings and searched and fiddled around the dilapidated hall.

Seeing this, Shen Chongming didn't hold out much hope.

This is because the so-called Celestial Venerable's Daoist temple was so badly damaged that it had almost become ruins.

Even if there were any magic arrays that could reverse the power of chaos, they would most likely have been destroyed by now.

As expected, the spirit of the Thunder Pool searched for a long time among the surrounding ruins, but in the end, it returned to its original spot with a look of disappointment.

"I couldn't find it..."

"Everything here has been destroyed."

"Boy..."

Just as it was about to say something, the old beggar standing by the wall in the distance suddenly moved.

His thin, hunched body staggered through the rubble and broken tiles scattered on the ground, heading towards the edge of the dilapidated hall.

The spirit of Leichi flapped its wings and chased after him for a few steps, then returned to Shen Chongming and asked suspiciously, "Is he courting death?"

"That's chaos... disorder..."

Before the Spirit of Thunder Pool could finish speaking, the old beggar's body had already left the land where the Thunder God's dojo was located, and quietly walked into a chaotic current!
The colorful chaotic currents instantly engulfed his body!
"senior!"

Shen Chongming chased to the edge of the temple and shouted at the terrifying, surging chaotic current.

The spirit of Leichi also caught up, shook its head at the direction the old beggar had disappeared, and said, "That old man was a pitiful fellow too."

"Rather than let him suffer insane madness, let him be buried in this chaotic torrent."

Shen Chongming remained silent.

Since the old beggar chased him all the way from the snowy cliffs of Jinchuan Island, the two seem to have never had a complete conversation.

However, over the years, the old beggar has helped him a lot.

Whether facing the Ge family of Dongyue Island or the dragon at the peak of the Nascent Soul True Monarch realm not long ago, the old beggar fearlessly stood in front of him, risking his life.

The old man who suffered the punishment of the Great Dao may have been following him only because of something within him.

But it did help me a lot.

Just as Shen Chongming was feeling a little sad, the spirit of the Thunder Pool beside him suddenly grabbed his collar and dragged him backward!
"careful!"

As the voice of the Thunder Pool Spirit rang out, a terrifying black and white light screen suddenly emerged from the edge of the Heavenly Venerable's Daoist Temple!
In an instant, the black and white light curtain enveloped the entire dilapidated hall!
Shen Chongming, who was under the black and white light screen, immediately felt the spiritual energy in his meridians stop flowing out.

Moreover, a faint but extremely pure power of heaven and earth slowly emanated from the cracked earth beneath their feet!

"The Yin-Yang Reversal Formation!"

"Yes!"

"This is the great formation used by the Celestial Venerable's Daoist Temple to reverse the power of chaos into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!"

The Spirit of Thunder Pool looked at the black and white light shield slowly flowing above its head and shouted excitedly!

While Shen Chongming was surprised, the anxiety that had been hanging over him finally subsided.

The spiritual energy in the body's meridians stopped leaking out, and the surrounding area gradually began to absorb the power of heaven and earth, which meant that the immediate crisis had been resolved.

For now, I can wait here for a while until the dragon is about to leave, then I can return to the Cangmin Sea.

Unfortunately……

"what?"

"That old man isn't dead!?"

As the Spirit of Thunder Pool curiously examined the light barrier generated by the Yin-Yang Reversal Array, a withered hand reached in directly from outside the barrier. Then, the hunched old beggar returned to the barrier unharmed.

"Are you alright, senior?"

Shen Chongming came up to him and asked with concern.

However, the old beggar, as usual, ignored him completely.

The spirit of Leichi looked at him suspiciously and murmured, "Could it be that he just ran out and activated the Yin-Yang Reversal Array?"

After a moment's thought, Shen Chongming also felt that this was a possibility.

The old beggar ignored them and returned to stand in front of the wall.

Shen Chongming glanced at him but didn't disturb him. He then turned to the spirit of the Thunder Pool and asked, "Who is this Thunder God you speak of?"

Upon hearing this, the spirit of Leichi's expression turned somewhat strange.

"Um...did I mention 'Thunder God'?"

"Did you hear wrongly?"

Shen Chongming frowned and stared at it.

This little thing was just barking happily, saying this was the Daoist temple of the Thunder God, its home, but now it's denying it.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable under Shen Chongming's sharp gaze, the Spirit of Thunder Pool said helplessly, "This is not the time to tell you."

"Wait a little longer, I'll tell you when the time is right."

Changing its tone, it gestured toward the old beggar: "Just like him, he learned what he shouldn't have known and saw what he shouldn't have seen, and that's how he turned out."

"Young man, I'm not trying to scare you, but if the secrets and opportunities involve a high level of sophistication, just hearing about them can diminish your good fortune and luck."

"Your luck has been really bad lately, so don't make trouble for yourself."

Shen Chongming fell silent upon hearing this.

Indeed, I've been having some bad luck lately.

The troubles he gets involved in are so thorny that they are difficult to resolve on his own.

This was just a routine outing, yet I was unlucky enough to encounter a Nascent Soul True Lord dragon who had left the Myriad Dragon Nest.

Even if the spirit of Leichi didn't say anything, he could roughly guess the identity of the Thunder God.

He was just a big shot from before the destruction of the Cangmin Sea.

And it is very likely that it has some connection with the current heavens.

That’s all!

Suppressing his curiosity, he did not press the matter further.

"Since this is the Heavenly Venerable's Daoist temple, is there anything here that could be of help to me?"

Looking around, Shen Chongming was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

Oh, the sacred site of the Heavenly Venerable!

Now that we've finally gotten in, wouldn't all this risk have been for nothing if we couldn't find some opportunities?

The Spirit of Thunder Pool looked around and said with a bitter expression, "It's obvious that this place has been looted clean by those greedy guys. There's nothing good left for you."

"But since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well look for it."

“Even the most insignificant things left behind by the Celestial Venerable can be of some use to you.”

Shen Chongming nodded: "You go left, I'll go right, let's search separately."

With the Yin-Yang Reversal Array continuously converting chaotic power into absorbable spiritual energy, Shen Chongming was in no hurry to leave.

The thunder essence in the dantian thunder pool had been largely consumed previously, so now was the perfect time to replenish it.

……

Unnamed islands in the vast sea.

A dignified middle-aged man, dressed in a blue robe with gold patterns and two golden dragon horns on his head, stared intently at Li Qing and Yun Yuejiao in front of him.

The two demons trembled before him, not daring to even breathe.

"Is that monkey really not on the island?"

The voice of the Nascent Soul Dragon carried a faint hint of oppression.

“Boy of the Water Dragon Clan, although you have been expelled from the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, you still have dragon blood flowing through your veins.”

"The dragons of the four seas in the Cangmin Sea have always been united against a common enemy. Don't make a mistake for yourself."

Meeting the gaze of this Nascent Soul Dragon, Li Qing trembled and respectfully cupped his hands, saying, "Li Qing dares not conceal anything from the Elder."

"Brother Jin went to the Burial Sword Abyss in the northwest more than a month ago."

Under the intense gaze of this Nascent Soul Dragon, Li Qing felt as if all his secrets had been laid bare, leaving him with no possibility of lying.

"Bury Jian Yuan?"

"That's a place of opportunity for sword cultivators. What's that old man doing there?"

"After all these years, has he still not given up?"

After a cold laugh and a muttered murmur, the Nascent Soul Dragon spoke again: "Then do you know who the old monkey lent the Northern Star Imperial Chariot to?"

"And what is the background of that human cultivator?"

Beichen Imperial Cars!?
Li Qing felt a chill run down her spine and then forcefully suppressed her thoughts.

Facing a dragon at the peak of the Nascent Soul True Monarch realm, he dared not entertain any wild thoughts.

He spoke directly, "Elder, I do not know about the Northern Star Imperial Chariot, nor do I know who Brother Jin lent it to."

His move was essentially exploiting a loophole.

He truly didn't know whether the golden-haired monkey possessed the Beichen Imperial Chariot.

However, the elder of Wanlong Nest has clearly come to interrogate us, which proves that the Golden-haired Monkey does indeed possess the so-called Northern Star Imperial Chariot.

Based on the human cultivators mentioned in the other party's words, he only needed to think for a moment to guess that the golden-haired monkey most likely lent the Northern Star Imperial Chariot to the Shen family.

After all, in recent years, only the Shen brothers and Shen Wen'an have been on good terms with the golden-haired monkey.

Li Qing controlled his mind and didn't think about it in that direction, so the dragon subordinate at the Nascent Soul True Monarch realm naturally couldn't tell that he was lying.

Not getting the answer it wanted from Li Qing, the Nascent Soul Dragon was clearly unwilling to give up.

Before he could ask any more questions, a figure rushed over.

"Senior Li, something terrible has happened!"

Qiu Mingshui's expression was solemn. He came to Li Qing and Yun Yuejiao, and just as he was about to speak again, he noticed the dragon in the Nascent Soul stage.

Sensing the aura emanating from the other person, Qiu Mingshui's heart tightened, and she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

The Nascent Soul Dragon glanced at her, seemingly sensing that the secret Qiu Mingshui brought might be related to the human cultivator he was chasing. Its eyes immediately flashed with a sharp light.

"I want to hear what's wrong."

Locked in by the terrifying pressure, Qiu Mingshui, at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and dared not move an inch.

She looked to Li Qing and Yun Yuejiao for help.

However, the two demons fared no better than the Nascent Soul Dragon.

"Go on."

Li Qing spoke nervously.

Qiu Mingshui paused slightly, but had no choice but to give in.

"News has come from the north... Something has happened at Burial Sword Abyss..."

Bury Jianyuan?
Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul Dragon and the three demons, Li Qing and Yun Yuejiao, all had different expressions.

The dragon's expression clearly showed some disappointment.

He had assumed that the news Qiu Mingshui brought would be related to the human cultivator he was chasing.

I never imagined it would be about the Burial Sword Abyss.

Li Qing and Yun Yuejiao, on the other hand, had solemn expressions.

Both demons knew that the Golden-haired Monkey and Huang Lingshan had gone to the Burial Sword Abyss. Now that something had happened at the Burial Sword Abyss, they wondered if the Golden-haired Monkey and Huang Lingshan would be affected.

What happened at Burial Sword Abyss?

Ignoring the elders of the Myriad Dragon Nest in front of him, Li Qing immediately asked.

Qiu Mingshui glanced at the Nascent Soul Dragon secretly, then cupped his hands and said, "The news was heard by the monsters in the surrounding seas from Tuyan Island in the north. I don't know if it's true or not."

"There are human cultivators on Tuyan Island who say that they don't know if someone deliberately provoked the sword energy of the Burial Sword Abyss, or if there is some other reason."

"Several days ago, the sword energy in the entire Burial Sword Abyss suddenly surged violently, and countless sword cultivators inside and outside the secret realm were instantly attacked by the raging sword energy, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries!"

"Some people have witnessed a strange phenomenon of the heavens weeping blood over a radius of tens of thousands of miles in that sea area for more than ten days, suggesting that a large number of Nascent Soul True Monarchs have perished..."

Upon hearing this, Yun Yuejiao and Li Qing's hearts tightened instantly.

The Nascent Soul Dragon had a strange expression, and then lost interest in asking any further questions. With a flicker, it disappeared into the sky above the nameless island.

At the same time, the Shen family cultivators responsible for gathering intelligence also learned from some sea monsters that something unusual had happened in the Burial Sword Abyss.

The intelligence was relayed back to the Kyushu world.

In the family hall at the foot of Mount Yansheng, Shen Xiuyan looked at the secret report in his hand with a solemn expression.

For this expedition to explore the Burial Sword Abyss, the Nine Provinces World dispatched three Golden Core Perfection cultivators and one Purple Mansion early stage sword immortal.

The sword energy eruption in Burial Sword Abyss wiped out many cultivators inside and outside the secret realm. If Huang Lingshan and Liu Qixuan were to meet with misfortune, it would be a significant loss for the Nine Provinces World.

What he is more worried about now is his third grandfather, Shen Wen'an.

The Burial Sword Abyss holds an unparalleled allure for sword cultivators, and if Shen Wen'an, who travels outside the realm, were to receive the news, he would very likely also head there.

Thus, the Nine Provinces World may lose two Purple Mansion Realm Sword Immortals and three Golden Core Realm Sword Immortals in one fell swoop!
Slightly clenching his fist, Shen Xiuyan narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then went directly to the summit of Yansheng Peak.

"Great-grandfather, Xiuyan requests an audience."

At the top of the three-story tower, Shen Yuan listened to Shen Xiuyan's story with a solemn expression.

"Don't rush, let me do some calculations."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rich power of the Great Evolution emanated from Shen Yuan's body, and he quietly began to calculate with his fingers.

Having achieved some success in the "Apocalyptic Classic of Returning to the Source," he can now deduce some things without the aid of white jade tortoise shells.

After calculating for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly.

After a brief moment of thought, Shen Yuan confirmed it once again.

"Great-grandfather, how are you?"

Shen Yuan sorted out his thoughts and said, "Your third grandfather is safe and sound, and the sword immortals of Qingluo Sword Pavilion are also free from any bloodshed."

"Could the information be wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Xiuyan was taken aback. After a moment of contemplation, he hurriedly stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Xiuyan will go and have Brother Chan confirm it again."

On the nameless island, Shen Xiuchan was discussing matters related to the Burial Sword Abyss with Li Qing and Yun Yuejiao.

A cultivator from the Shen family hurriedly approached and bowed. "Young Master, the patriarch has sent word that after the ancestor's deductions, he realized the information was incorrect."

"The sword immortals are currently free from any bloodshed."

"The patriarch hopes that the young master will double-check whether the information is correct."

Wrong news?

Li Qing and Yun Yuejiao exchanged a glance, a hint of expectation in their eyes.

"Young Zen practitioner, could it be that you've really made a mistake?"

Meeting Li Qing's gaze, Shen Xiuchan frowned slightly, unsure of what to say for a moment.

"Senior Li, let's go check on Mingshui."

After a moment of silence, Qiu Mingshui suddenly spoke.

The journey to the Burial Sword Abyss is long and fraught with danger. Most of the cultivators from the Shen family are only at the Nascent Soul stage, so they can't be relied upon at all.

Her cultivation level is already at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, so she could go and see for herself.

"Senior Qiu, be careful. Xiu Chan has a strong feeling that there is a conspiracy involved."

"Oh?" Qiu Mingshui looked at him curiously and asked, "What do you mean?"

Li Qing and Yun Yuejiao both cast questioning glances at them.

After a moment of contemplation, Shen Xiuchan said, "If something really happened at Burial Sword Abyss, that's another matter. But if nothing happened, what exactly is the intention of the person who released this information?"

"Could it be that this is just to toy with the other cultivators in the cultivation world?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yue stroked his beard and frowned, saying, "Surely no one would be that bored?"

"After all, the appearance of the Burial Sword Abyss has attracted almost all the sword cultivators in the seventy-two realms of Cangmin, and even some non-sword cultivators have gone there out of admiration."

“These cultivators are often backed by powerful forces that control an entire realm.”

"If we play tricks on them and our plans are exposed, we'll probably have nowhere to hide in the entire Cangmin Realm."

Shen Xiuchan nodded: "Therefore, there must be a deeper purpose behind spreading this news."

After careful consideration, Qiu Mingshui said, "After I arrive, I will first investigate outside the Burial Sword Abyss. If something really happened at the Burial Sword Abyss, the nearby cultivators will definitely notice."

Li Qing nodded and said, "Be careful. Your master has a strong foundation. Even if something really happens, it's not certain that he will be harmed."

"Don't act impulsively."

Qiu Mingshui cupped his hands in greeting, then his figure flashed, and he flew away into the distance on a flying magical artifact called a black-awning boat.

……

The outer perimeter of Burial Sword Abyss.

The strange phenomenon of the heavens weeping blood continues.

On the enormous white jade ferry, the golden-haired monkey and Shen Wen stood quietly at the bow, their brows furrowed as they watched the blood rain falling continuously from the void.

"There have been more than ten already, right?"

"The sword energy in the Burial Sword Abyss seems to be getting more and more violent."

When Shen Wen'an spoke in a deep voice, his gaze also turned to the huge abyss in the distance that seemed to connect to the nine netherworlds.

Unlike before, the sky above the Burial Sword Abyss was now filled with sharp sword energy, and the void was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of those sword energies.

Each sword strike left a thin crack in the void.

Standing on the white jade ferry, Shen Wen'an could even hear faint, mournful cries of swordsmen coming from the distant Burial Sword Abyss.

He had heard this mournful cry of the sword more than ten times, each time when a Nascent Soul True Monarch had fallen and the heavens wept blood.

It seemed that the Burial Sword Abyss was weeping for those fallen Nascent Soul Sword Immortals.

"Seventeen already..." The golden-haired monkey's expression turned solemn.

In just over ten days, he could clearly sense that seventeen Nascent Soul True Monarchs had perished in this sea area.

The total number of Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the seventy-two realms of Cangmin is only a little over a thousand. If you include the dragons of the four seas, the number might be a bit more.

Among them, the number of Nascent Soul True Monarch Sword Immortals would not exceed two hundred at most.

In just over ten days, nearly one-tenth of the Nascent Soul Sword Immortals in the Cangmin Sea had perished in the Burial Sword Abyss, which made the Golden-haired Monkey somewhat terrified.

His fear did not stem from the tragic deaths of numerous cultivators at the same level, but rather from a vague awareness of the conspiracy Shen Wen'an had previously mentioned.

The fact that someone could use a secret realm left behind by the Sword Ancestor, the strongest swordsman in ancient times, to devise a conspiracy against the sword cultivators of the current Cangmin Realm... suggests the existence behind this...

The golden monkey looked up at the sky, a hint of fear in its eyes.

Above the Burial Sword Abyss, the dark clouds seemed to be twisting wildly, then transformed into a terrifying eye, staring intently at him!
Bang!
The golden-haired monkey stumbled and landed hard on the deck of the white jade ferry boat.

"Brother Jin!?"

Shen Wen'an snapped out of his daze and quickly reached out to help him up, asking with a suspicious look, "Brother Jin, what's wrong?"

The golden monkey waved its hands repeatedly, saying, "It's alright, it's alright."

"This Burial Sword Abyss is really strange..."

"I, Old Ape, deeply regret my past actions. I should have listened to you and not let Fellow Daoist Ling Shan and the others in."

"Now things are really messed up. One after another, Nascent Soul True Monarch sword cultivators are falling, and Fellow Daoist Ling Shan and the others..."

Shen Wen'an's expression was also very solemn at this moment.

He was deeply worried about Huang Lingshan, Liu Qixuan, and the others who were trapped in the Burial Sword Abyss, and even more worried about whether his son Shen Chongzhen was also in the Burial Sword Abyss at this time.

Zheng!
As the two were gazing thoughtfully in the direction of the Burial Sword Abyss, a clear and resounding sword cry suddenly emanated from the depths of the Burial Sword Abyss!
The next moment, a stream of light containing supreme sword intent suddenly flew out from the Burial Sword Abyss, dancing wildly in the void for thousands of miles around!
"sword!"

"That's a sword!"

"Such a strong spiritual energy fluctuation! That's at least a high-grade spiritual weapon!"

"Could this divine weapon be one of the ten thousand supreme swords of the Burial Sword Abyss?!"

"Stop him quickly!"

"Get out of my way! How dare you ants lay a finger on such a divine weapon?!"

"Old man, this treasure has a spirit. You're too old to unleash the full power of this unparalleled weapon!"

Outside the Burial Sword Abyss, there are many cultivators like the Golden-haired Monkey and Shen Wen'an who have not entered the secret realm.

There were also some sword cultivators who, like the old sword cultivators who had spoken to Shen Wen'an earlier, dared not venture deep into the secret realm due to their own strength or other reasons.

In addition, due to the "unexpected incident at Burial Sword Abyss," many cultivators rushed to confirm the news, resulting in a large number of powerful figures in the void within a radius of several thousand miles.

The long sword that flew out of the Burial Sword Abyss Secret Realm instantly attracted the attention of all the cultivators present.

Swords can be incredibly powerful in the hands of sword cultivators, but that doesn't mean other immortal cultivators can't use swords.

A longsword that appears to be a high-grade spiritual weapon can unleash tremendous power in the hands of any Nascent Soul True Monarch.

In the current seventy-two realms of Cangmin, there are only a handful of magical treasures that can reach the level of spiritual artifacts.

It goes without saying how valuable a top-grade spiritual artifact is.

After a brief moment of shock, a large number of cultivators mobilized their spiritual power and rushed forward, wanting to claim the ownerless sword in the void as their own.

In an instant, the once quiet and peaceful void erupted into a terrifying battle.

It is also because of the existence of the Burial Sword Abyss in this space that an invisible force can stabilize the space.

Otherwise, if the many powerful beings at the Nascent Soul Realm were to attack without any restraint, this space would probably be destroyed in an instant.

On the Jade Ferry Mystic Boat, the golden-haired monkey watched the battle erupting in the distance. With a slight thought, he directly steered the Jade Ferry Mystic Boat back more than a hundred miles to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

The two stood on the gunwale of the white jade ferry, watching the cultivators who were locked in a chaotic battle over the dazzling sword.

"Brother Shen, you're not interested in that sword?"

Seeing that Shen Wen'an was still standing with his sword, showing no intention of joining the fight, the golden-haired monkey asked curiously.

Shen Wen'an stared intently at the bronze longsword that nimbly dodged in the void and shook his head slightly.

"That was bait..."

"The sword possesses the aura of metal."

The golden-haired monkey was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, and its eyes narrowed as it stared intently at the long sword.

moment--

"I, an old ape, cannot sense it."

"However, the Burial Sword Abyss is full of strangeness, so it's a good thing we don't make a move."

If Shen Wen'an, a sword cultivator, wasn't tempted, then naturally he wouldn't have much interest in that bronze longsword.

The two watched as countless cultivators fought fiercely in the distance for a magical artifact.

Countless powerful spells and crisscrossing sword energy raged in the void.

Some cultivators with insufficient cultivation or bad luck were easily killed in the melee, their shattered corpses falling into the vast sea below like dumplings.

Many Golden Core cultivators or Nascent Soul cultivators, having lost their physical bodies, transformed into streams of light and fled in all directions.

The strange phenomenon of the heavens weeping blood, which had just stopped overhead, reappeared.

"Twenty...twenty-one...twenty-two..."

The golden monkey muttered quietly.

Every time he spoke, it meant the fall of a Nascent Soul True Monarch realm cultivator.

"Strange, these Nascent Soul cultivators didn't come before, why have they all come to the Burial Sword Abyss now?"

The golden-haired monkey frowned as he watched the Nascent Soul True Monarch charging into the distance, breaking through the mist.

If he hadn't wanted to see if he could find any clues related to the Northern Star Immortal Mountain in the Burial Sword Abyss, he certainly wouldn't have come all this way to this secret realm exclusively for sword cultivators.

Knowing that it was unlikely that the other Nascent Soul True Monarchs would gain any benefits from the Burial Sword Abyss, why would they suddenly come to get involved?

Even more coincidentally, at that very moment, a bronze longsword of superior spiritual weapon grade flew out of the secret realm...

conspiracy!

It was all a conspiracy after all!

As the saying goes, bystanders see things more clearly. Because the golden-haired monkey and Shen Wen'an had been on guard the whole time, they realized after a little thought that it was all a conspiracy.

The methods used by the entity that manipulates all of this from behind the scenes are not particularly sophisticated.

However, they took advantage of the greed of many cultivators and used a magical artifact to trigger this chaotic battle.

"Brother Jin, look over there!"

Shen Wen'an's attention was always focused on the Burial Sword Abyss.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the Nascent Soul cultivators who had perished in the battle in the void, after escaping the battlefield, were all dragged into the sea below by a mysterious force.

The enormous Burial Sword Abyss is constantly swallowing large amounts of seawater.

Those golden cores and nascent souls that were bound in the seawater were all swept away by the current and plunged into the endless abyss!

Reminded by Shen Wen'an, the golden-haired monkey also noticed the golden cores and nascent souls that had been absorbed, and its expression instantly turned ugly.

"Is this its real purpose?"

"Use a spiritual-grade longsword to attract numerous cultivators to fight, and then take the opportunity to devour their golden cores and nascent souls!"

"If the being deep within the Burial Sword Abyss were to emerge..."

"Brother Shen, I think this place is too dangerous. We need to leave immediately!"

At this moment, even the golden-haired monkey, who had lived countless lives and seen countless storms, felt a chill run down his spine!

The existence behind this conspiracy is absolutely terrifying!

It frantically devours the golden cores and nascent souls of cultivators. Once it is born, who in the entire Cangmin Realm can stop it?

Shen Wen'an also realized the terror behind it, and his anxiety grew even stronger.

Huang Lingshan and the others are still in the Burial Sword Abyss, their fate unknown.

His son, Shen Chongzhen, might also be involved. How could he possibly turn around and escape?
"Brother Shen, don't get too attached to appearances."

“I, Old Ape, know that you are worried about Fellow Daoist Ling Shan and your son.”

"However, if Brother Shen also perishes here, it will be an even greater loss for your Shen family!"

"you……"

"Master!"

Before the golden-haired monkey could finish speaking, a small boat, swaying and rocking, flew towards them through the ripples of the numerous magical explosions!

Upon seeing the awning boat, the golden-haired monkey's expression changed slightly. He immediately waved his hand and unleashed a surge of spiritual power, blocking several incoming sword beams and pulling the awning boat, along with Qiu Mingshui on board, onto the White Jade Ferry Mystic Boat.

"Why are you here instead of guarding the island properly?!"

Seeing Qiu Mingshui still shaken, the golden-haired monkey scolded her.

Qiu Mingshui quickly cupped his hands in greeting and briefly explained the purpose of his visit, somewhat aggrieved.

After hearing her words, the golden monkey suddenly understood.

"No wonder so many immortal cultivators have suddenly come here..."

"Brother Shen, now that your father has deduced that Fellow Daoist Ling Shan and the others are unharmed, we must leave this place immediately!"

False information was being spread by outsiders to lure other immortal cultivators to the scene, while the Burial Sword Abyss was relentlessly devouring the golden cores and nascent souls of those who had died in battle.

Everything is already quite obvious.

After a moment's thought, Shen Wen'an nodded and immediately made up his mind.

"Brother Jin, let's go!"

With his consent, the golden-haired monkey stirred his thoughts and directly manipulated the white jade ferry boat to fly out of the mist!

When the white jade ferry boat finally arrived outside after passing through hundreds of miles of mist, a large number of cultivators, either riding flying magical artifacts or traveling by wind, were constantly rushing from all directions above the vast sea, all with the goal of Burial Sword Abyss!

"It's chaos... complete chaos!"

"It is unknown how many cultivators will perish here this time."

The golden monkey sighed heavily and murmured softly.

"Master, what exactly happened here?"

On the white jade ferry, Qiu Mingshui asked curiously.

The golden-haired monkey said in a deep voice, "This is a trap aimed at all cultivators in the seventy-two realms of Cangmin."

"If their scheme succeeds, I can't even say what kind of disaster the entire Cangmin Sea will face..."

The era in which the Sword Ancestor, the supreme master of swordsmanship, lived is too far in the past, and the Golden-haired Monkey doesn't know anything about the Sword Ancestor himself.

His biggest worry now is that all of this is a conspiracy by the Sword Ancestor.

In a sense, the Sword Ancestor may have undergone a mutation by devouring the golden cores and nascent souls of cultivators.

Qiu Mingshui looked stunned.

"If that's the case, then we should..."

"Let's wait and see. This isn't within the territory of the Burial Sword Abyss, so nothing should happen," the golden-haired monkey said wistfully.

He also knew that Shen Wen'an's agreement to come out and wait was already out of consideration for the two of them, master and disciple.

He himself was waiting for Huang Lingshan and the others, hoping that they could escape from the Burial Sword Abyss unscathed and bring him some secrets related to that year.

The three of them waited on the Xuanzhou boat at Baiyudu for more than half a month.

At sunrise that day, a terrifying sword beam suddenly pierced through the thick dark clouds that shrouded the Burial Sword Abyss!

Immediately afterwards, all three people on the White Jade Ferry saw the high-grade spiritual weapon sword that everyone was fighting over burst out of the clouds, climb all the way up, and with unparalleled power pierced through the world barrier of the Cangmin Sea before disappearing.

Several Nascent Soul True Monarchs with terrifying auras rushed out of the dark clouds, only to watch helplessly as the long sword flew into the chaotic currents, all filled with regret.

The golden monkey had a strange expression.

Shen Wen'an frowned deeply.

The entity behind the conspiracy of Burial Sword Abyss used this high-grade spiritual weapon as bait to trigger a massive battle among cultivators in the seventy-two realms of Cangmin.

How did this top-grade spiritual weapon end up in the chaotic currents outside the boundary?

Shouldn't it have returned to the Burial Sword Abyss and hidden away?
As the three were wondering, terrifying waves of sword intent suddenly spread out!
Under the terrifying fluctuations of sword intent, even though the golden-haired monkey had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul True Monarch realm, his body seemed to have fallen into a ten-thousand-year-old ice cave!

"Come on!"

Suppressing his fear, the golden-haired monkey flashed a light in his hand and took out a small, gleaming, earth-yellow flag!
The moment the small flag was unleashed, a light shield emanating a heavy earth-attribute aura formed on the entire surface of the white jade ferry boat.

Using the light shield to withstand the terrifying sword intent for a moment, the golden-haired monkey's spiritual power surged wildly, propelling the white jade ferry boat to instantly traverse thousands of miles of void and escape into the distance.

puff!
puff!
Before the white jade ferry boat could even come to a stop in the void, Qiu Mingshui and Shen Wen'an spat out mouthfuls of blood mist!
Blood was also seeping from the corner of the golden monkey's mouth.

Its golden fur radiated a dazzling golden light.

After a few breaths of golden light, the golden-haired monkey opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with sharp sword energy!

call--

With a sigh of relief, the golden monkey quickly came to Qiu Mingshui's side.

"Hold your breath and concentrate, use your own spiritual power to protect your sea of ​​consciousness and dantian, leave the rest to your master!"

His voice echoed in Qiu Mingshui's sea of ​​consciousness.

Qiu Mingshui dared not be careless and immediately followed the instructions, protecting his sea of ​​consciousness and dantian with his mind.

The golden monkey stretched out its furry palm and used its spiritual power to invade Qiu Mingshui's meridians, ultimately forcing out the sword energy that was raging in his meridians.

puff!
Qiu Mingshui spat out another mouthful of blood mixed with terrifying sword energy, his face filled with horror.

The golden-haired monkey, disregarding its own injuries, wanted to help Shen Wen'an expel the sword energy that had invaded its body, but then it saw Shen Wen'an sitting cross-legged, seemingly intending to forcibly refine the sword intent and sword energy.

Having confirmed that Shen Wen'an's breathing was relatively stable, the golden-haired monkey did not interfere and simply waited quietly.

"Master!"

At the same time, Qiu Mingshui, who had just taken a short break to stabilize her injuries, suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

When the golden monkey heard the sound and looked into the distance, its pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly!
sword!
A large number of terrifying flying swords!

At the same time, a large number of flying swords, no weaker than the previous high-grade spiritual weapon, soared into the sky from the direction of the distant Burial Sword Abyss!

There are thousands of them!

These ancient divine weapons, buried in the Burial Sword Abyss for countless years, inexplicably flew out of the abyss at this moment, shattering the boundary barrier of the Cangmin Sea with their powerful sword intent and sword energy, and rushing into the endless chaotic currents!

With the golden monkey's keen eyesight, it could clearly see that in the void of the sea area of ​​Burial Sword Abyss, countless cultivators completely lost their minds when faced with the thousands of spiritual weapon flying swords that flew out of Burial Sword Abyss.

Those cultivators, either riding on escape lights or flying magical artifacts, disregarded the danger and rushed into the torrent of swords, trying to forcibly retain one.

However, the sword energy emitted by any one of the thousands of flying swords in that torrent of sword soldiers could easily kill a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Such terrifying flying swords, thousands gathered together, their powerful sword intent had almost materialized!

Before many of the cultivators who rushed forward could even get close to the torrent of sword energy, their souls were instantly shattered by the powerful sword intent, and their corpses fell into the vast sea, without even the chance to be reincarnated and start anew.

The fall of a large number of cultivators finally awakened the other greedy cultivators around them. They could only suppress their impulses and watch as those divine weapons flew into the endless chaotic currents and disappeared from sight.

(End of this chapter)