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Chapter 153 Immortal Martial Sect Cannot Have Foundation Establishment Cultivators!

"This pond is actually so deep!"

Jiang Feichen was quite surprised, and immediately his childlike innocence grew. He parted the water with both hands, and his figure went straight to the deepest part of the lake, and dived down.

As the depth increased, the light around him also gradually dimmed, and the buoyancy exerted on him by the pool water gradually increased.

However, Jiang Feichen, as an eighth-level foundation-building monk, had undergone a transformation of his physical body, far surpassing the monks of the same rank.

The buoyancy exerted by the pool water was insignificant to him.

In just a few breaths, he had already dived to the deepest point of the pool.

Jiang Feichen made a rough estimate, and was even more surprised to find that the depth of this small pool was more than 50 meters!
Deep in the bottom of the pool, the water temperature is extremely low, icy cold.

Due to the extremely high depth, the speed of the water wave flow is also greatly slowed down.

Jiang Feichen looked around and saw that the bottom of the pool was covered with gravel.

Years of scouring by the lake water have removed the edges and corners of these gravels and made them extremely round.

Jiang Feichen didn't notice the rubble at first.

He swam several laps at the bottom of the pool, stepped on his feet, and planned to rise to the surface.

But the next moment, he frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to grab it across the water, and a gravel from the bottom of the lake flew into his palm immediately.

"Strange, the crushed stones here are not like the rocks of Wujian Mountain, but rather like the stones used to build the hall!"

Jiang Feichen held the gravel in his hand, rubbed it lightly, and immediately noticed something strange.

He turned around and looked around, and found that most of the gravel at the bottom of the pool had the unique rock texture of Wujian Mountain.

About half of the gravel was exactly the same as the stone in his hand.

"rise!"

A bright light appeared in Jiang Feichen's eyes, and when he raised his hands, powerful spiritual power immediately rose from his hands, rolling up all the gravel at the bottom of the pool.

"That is?"

As all the rocks at the bottom of the lake were rolled up and rotated with Jiang Feichen, the topography of the bottom of the lake under the gravel immediately came into Jiang Feichen's sight.

One of the stones leaning against the pool wall, about half a person's height, caught Jiang Feichen's attention.

Only a part of this stone is exposed above the mud at the bottom of the pool, although it looks no different from ordinary boulders.

But on one side of the stone wall, there is a deep scratch, which is eye-catching.

"What pure sword intent!"

Jiang Feichen looked at it, and his heart skipped a beat.

In recent days, he has practiced sword skills with Leng Ren, and he has gained a lot of experience in mastering the way of sword and sword intent.

Therefore, although it was only a cursory glance, Jiang Feichen recognized at a glance that this scratch was definitely a sword mark.

And it must have come from a master of swordsmanship.

"Purple Lightning Chasing Light Saber!"

Jiang Feichen flipped his right hand, and the purple lightning chasing light sword appeared immediately. He swung his long sword, and the mud at the bottom of the lake flew up, and the exposed area of ​​stones became larger and larger, as long as three meters long.

"Foundation cultivator!"

Jiang Feichen fixed his eyes on the stone, and gradually recognized the four characters on the stone.

But at this time, only a small part of the stone in front of Jiang Feichen was exposed, and there seemed to be a larger part buried deep in the soil.

"What is written on this boulder!"

In Jiang Feichen's heart, he was even more curious. He kept sweeping the long sword in his hand, removing all the soil around the boulder.

Gradually, a huge rock with a length of ten meters was finally completely displayed in front of Jiang Feichen.

And when Jiang Feichen's eyes fell on the stone, he saw all the writing on it clearly.

In his heart, a creepy feeling suddenly rose.

I saw thirteen big bloody characters written on the stone!
Immortal Martial Sect does not allow foundation-building monks to appear!
"Foundation stage monks are not allowed!"

Jiang Feichen's pupils shrank, and suddenly remembered the continuous decline of Xianwuzong for nearly 300 years.

Before this, he didn't feel that Xianwuzong was gradually becoming dilapidated after the fall of the ancestor Rongling, and there was nothing wrong or strange about it.

But when he saw the thirteen large characters on the boulder at the bottom of the pool, his heart tightened, and only then did he notice something strange.

300 years ago, the Xianwu Sect was at its peak. Apart from the ancestor Rong Ling, there were three thousand disciples under his sect, and there were only a thousand foundation cultivators.

Known as the Thousand Sons of Immortal Martial Arts!

Even if the ancestor of Rongling was smashed by the strongman of Baishan City with a sword, he would not be able to return to the realm of Rongling.

But among the thousand foundation-building disciples of the Immortal Martial Sect, wouldn't anyone break through the foundation and reach the spirit-melting state?
What's more, when a cultivator steps into the Foundation Establishment, his lifespan increases greatly, up to two hundred!
Even if the Immortal Martial Sect declines, it is impossible for it to become a dilapidated Xiaozong with only five small qi refining cultivators in just 300 years!

Three thousand Xianwu disciples, one thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators, each accepting as many disciples as they like, the number is tens of thousands.

No matter how unlucky he was, wouldn't there be a foundation-building cultivator born?

What a low probability this must be!
In Jiang Feichen's memory, as early as 50 years ago, there were only a dozen disciples left in Xianwuzong.

Within a hundred years, there was not a single Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Where did the three thousand Xianwu disciples and their descendants go 300 years ago!

Thinking of this, Jiang Feichen felt a chill down his spine, as if he had fallen into the abyss of a cold pool.

In the dark, he even had a feeling that he and Xianwuzong were always under the surveillance of a certain pair of eyes.

Be ruled by the giant hand that exists in the dark!
"What happened in the past 300 years!"

Jiang Feichen stared straight at the handwriting on the boulder, and there was a huge wave in his heart, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

According to the words written on the boulder, Jiang Feichen and Xianwuzong are likely to face a catastrophe.

After all, there are not a few disciples of Xianwuzong who have entered the foundation establishment stage.

"It's just this huge rock, why did it appear in the depths of the pool, and who is that person or force who does not allow Xianwuzong to appear as a foundation cultivator!"

In Jiang Feichen's body, the source meridian of the Beginning Dao quietly circulated, gradually calming down his agitated mood.

His eyes were as deep as water, and he looked around the bottom of the pool again.

His body trembled slightly, and a faint spiritual power radiated from his body, covering a hundred meters around him.

"The water flow around this boulder seems to be different elsewhere!"

After a while, Jiang Feichen frowned, tapped his toes lightly, and swam up to the boulder. He stretched out his palm and carefully sensed the speed and direction of the surrounding water.

Suddenly, it was discovered that part of the surrounding water seemed to be heading under the boulder, as if attracted by a slight suction.

"Behind the boulder, there is still space!"

Jiang Feichen raised the purple lightning chasing lightsaber, and stabbed hard towards the edge of the boulder.

The tip of the sword paused at first, blocked by the surrounding soil and gravel, but at the next moment, when the entire body of the sword pierced under the soil.

However, Jiang Feichen clearly felt that the resistance at the tip of the sword was suddenly emptied.

"Under this boulder, there is indeed space!"

Jiang Feichen was overjoyed.

(End of this chapter)