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"Amitabha."

Faxiang chanted a Buddhist mantra softly, then slowly clasped his hands together, with a faint golden light flowing between his palms.

A moment later, a perfectly round Buddhist bead floated up from his palm and hung above everyone's heads.

The bead was small, but it emitted a pure and warm golden light, like a lamp suddenly lit in the darkness, illuminating the cave for several feet in radius. The reflection of water on the rock walls and the texture of the stones underfoot were clearly visible.

"Huh? This is the Reincarnation Bead..." Li Xun from Burning Incense Valley said in a low voice, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Faxiang smiled slightly and said in a calm tone, "Senior Brother Li Xun has a good eye."

With the light, people felt more at ease, and the group continued to venture deeper into the cave. The cave grew wider and quieter, so quiet that they could hear the echoes of their own breath against the stone walls. The sound of their footsteps tapping against their hearts made them inexplicably tense.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the road ahead suddenly opened up, and the golden light of the "Reincarnation Pearl" spread out, revealing two dark forks in the road, like the open mouths of monsters. At the intersection of the two roads stood a huge stone tablet.

The stone tablet was extremely tall, entirely black, as if it had grown from the ground. On its surface were four large, dark red characters, the ink dripping wet, as if written with undried blood:

The will of Heaven rests with me!

The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, exuding a wild and unruly spirit that seems to want to shatter the heavens.

"Hmph!" Li Xun snorted coldly, his face full of disdain. "These demonic cultists, acting perversely, dare to claim to uphold the 'Way of Heaven'? They're courting death!"

Faxiang frowned. He stepped forward and carefully examined the stone tablet by the light of the Buddha's glow, his tone somewhat puzzled: "When I came here, my master mentioned that this tablet was cleaved in two by a righteous senior's sword eight hundred years ago. How come it is... perfectly intact today?"

Yan Hong, a female disciple of Fenxiang Valley who had been quietly following behind Li Xun, suddenly spoke softly: "Everyone, please look at the bottom of the stone tablet, about a quarter of the way down. Is there a very fine crack there?"

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their attention on the matter.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the stone tablet, near the ground, there was a thin, hair-like crack running diagonally upwards. It was almost impossible to notice without close inspection. The stone texture at the crack was a dark red color, like an old scar.

Zeng Shushu saw it clearly and couldn't help but nod: "Junior Sister Yan's observation is meticulous and her attention to detail is impeccable. I admire her!"

A faint blush rose on Yan Hong's fair face. She lowered her head and remained silent.

Qi Hao's expression was solemn as he addressed the crowd: "Now that this stele has been repaired, it's clear that the demonic sect members have returned to this place and are operating here. We made the right decision to come."

Faxiang nodded: "Senior Brother Qi is absolutely right. The cave is fraught with danger, and we are now facing a dilemma: these two paths lead to unknown and deep places, which one should we choose?"

Qi Hao pondered for a moment, then looked at Faxiang: "Senior Brother Faxiang, did your master mention this fork in the road? Where do the two roads lead?"

Faxiang nodded, but his face showed uncertainty: "My master mentioned it. But it was a rumor he heard from the previous patriarch. It is said that during the great war between the righteous and the demonic, demonic cult lairs were built behind both of these forks in the road, forming a defensive network. As for what the situation is now after eight hundred years, and which one is the main road and which one is a trap, even he was not very clear."

A moment of silence fell over everyone. In the darkness, only the light of the "Reincarnation Bead" quietly illuminated the two bottomless passages.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the road to his left. He vaguely remembered that in the original story, there seemed to be an ambush on the left. (Actually, there was one on the right as well.)

"Let's go to the left," he suddenly said.

Several pairs of eyes fell on him.

Li Xun curled his lip, a mocking glint in his eyes: "What, Junior Brother Jiang, are you scared and want to take a shortcut?"

Jiang Xiaochuan ignored him and only looked at Qi Hao and Faxiang.

Qi Hao, Zeng Shushu, and Lu Xueqi's expressions all changed slightly. Something in the air tensed up.

Faxiang clasped his hands together and said gently, "Amitabha. Since it's difficult to decide, let's split up. My two from Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley will go to the right, and the four from Qingyun Sect will go to the left. That way, we can look out for each other."

Qi Hao pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."

Jiang Xiaochuan sighed inwardly. He knew he couldn't persuade him otherwise. Oh well.

……

Lu Xueqi walked at the front, holding the Six Harmonies Mirror in her left hand. A pale yellow halo of light poured down like water, enveloping the four of them. The path was narrower than before, with jagged rocks on both sides, like menacing shadows.

Jiang Xiaochuan followed half a step behind her and whispered, "Be careful where you step. The Six Harmony Mirror can protect you from all around, but not from under your feet."

Lu Xueqi hummed in agreement and walked even more quietly.

Suddenly, lights of various colors lit up from all directions at the same time!

Red, green, gray, and black, like a group of venomous snakes that had been lying in wait for a long time, suddenly sprang out of the darkness and rushed toward the pale yellow halo!

"boom-!"

The light collided with the light screen, producing a dull, loud thud.

The light screen of the Six Harmonies Mirror shook violently, rippling outwards, but ultimately did not break. Lu Xueqi swayed slightly, then regained her balance.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Xiaochuan's expression changed: "Underground!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Bang!!!"

A tremendous force suddenly exploded from the rocks beneath their feet!

The ground seemed to be violently overturned by an invisible hand, with rubble flying everywhere and dust billowing. Caught off guard, the four were blasted away in different directions by the force!

The light screen of the Six Harmonies Mirror flickered and then suddenly went dark.

A triumphant howl, mixed with eerie laughter, echoed from the darkness.

Jiang Xiaochuan twisted his body in mid-air, touched a protruding rock with his toes to steady himself, and landed lightly.

He stood still, his right hand loosely clenched, and the dark red god-slaying spear silently slid into his palm.

The surroundings were pitch black, with only a few faint lights of magical artifacts flickering in the distance, along with rapid breathing and the crisp sound of weapons clashing. It was Qi Hao and Zeng Shushu; they had also been attacked.

Jiang Xiaochuan held his breath, listening intently to everything around him.

The footsteps were very light and quick, coming from three directions.

He turned around.

Before them stood five or six figures, their faces obscured by the darkness. Only the faint light emanating from the magical artifacts in their hands and their eyes, glowing with greed and murderous intent, were visible.

No nonsense.

The man on the left let out a low roar, and a fang-shaped magic weapon in his hand swept across with a whooshing sound!

The two men on the right attacked simultaneously, a hazy gray blade of light and a pale green ghost fire blocking his retreat.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't retreat. He took a step forward, flicked the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, and precisely pointed the tip at the weakest point of the fangs' force.

"Ding!"

The fangs swung open. The gun barrel swept back, slamming into the hazy, gray blade of light.

With a "crack," the blade shattered.

The third will-o'-the-wisp was already in front of him. Jiang Xiaochuan raised his left hand, his fingers forming a sword shape. A faint blue light gathered at the tip of his finger and he gently made a slash.

"laugh!"

The will-o'-the-wisp was cut in half, turning into two dim sparks that fell to the ground with a hissing sound.

Those people seemed surprised by his quick reaction, and they all paused in their movements.

In that brief moment, Jiang Xiaochuan moved. He shifted his feet and slid like a ghost to the man on the left, sweeping the gun barrel across and striking the man in the waist and ribs.

With a muffled thud, the man screamed and flew backward, crashing into the stone wall before sliding down and remaining motionless.

The two men on the right roared and pounced again. One of them held a pair of dark red short forks, the tips of which gleamed with blood and carried a stench. He thrust them straight at Jiang Xiaochuan's heart. The other man summoned a three-foot-long yellow flying sword, its blade flashing with light and extremely sharp.

The one with the short forks is the vampire Jiang Laosan, the one with the yellow sword should be Liu Hao, and the one who uses the fang-shaped magic weapon and has protruding fangs is most likely the Wild Dog Taoist.

His mind raced, but his hands moved swiftly. The God-Slaying Spear transformed into a blur of dark red afterimages, striking and sweeping to deflect all the attacks from the short fork and the yellow sword.

The gun collided with the magical artifact, producing a dense series of "clanging" sounds and sending sparks flying in the darkness.

Jiang Laosan's short fork was cunning and vicious, specializing in attacking the lower body. The fishy smell from the fork tip made people dizzy. Liu Hao's yellow sword, on the other hand, followed a fierce and powerful approach, with wide and sweeping sword movements and heavy force. Wild Dog Taoist, having caught his breath, also brandished his fangs and joined the battle. The three of them attacked each other, and Jiang Xiaochuan was forced to retreat repeatedly. The God-Slaying Spear was struggling to defend itself and was in grave danger.

He wasn't injured; those seemingly dangerous attacks only left shallow white marks on him, without even breaking his skin. However, the force of the impact made his blood churn, leaving him feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

He gritted his teeth, preparing to find an opening to retaliate...

In the distance, a beam of azure light, like lightning tearing through the night, suddenly shone brightly!

The light was pure, cold, and vast, carrying an overwhelming and unyielding majesty, instantly illuminating half of the passageway in a deep blue!

It's Lu Xueqi.

Where the blue light passed, several short screams abruptly ceased. Immediately afterwards, the azure figure swept in like the wind, landing beside Jiang Xiaochuan.

The Heavenly Sword was not yet sheathed; the blue light flowing across its blade reflected on her cool face, her features exquisite, yet shrouded in a layer of frost.

She glanced at the group surrounding Jiang Xiaochuan, her gaze settling on Jiang Laosan and Liu Hao.

The men's expressions changed drastically. Wild Dog Taoist cried out, "Over there...they're all dead?!"

Lu Xueqi did not answer. She made a hand seal with her left hand, held her Tianya sword horizontally with the tip pointing forward, and her cold eyes were completely calm.

"Buzz—!"

Tianya emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, and the blue light on the sword surged, transforming into a huge, solid blue light sword that stretched across the passage!

The air around the lightsaber distorted and emitted a low, mournful wail.

Then, she swung her sword.

The blue lightsaber moved accordingly, pushing forward with overwhelming force!

Wherever it passed, rocks silently turned to dust, and the air was compressed into visible ripples!

Jiang Laosan, Liu Hao, and Yegou Daoren were terrified. They let out a strange cry and desperately retreated, while pushing their magical treasures to their limits and creating layers of light screens in front of them.

"Boom—!"

The blue light collided with the light curtain, which shattered layer by layer like fragile glass!

Jiang Laosan's short fork let out a mournful cry, and the bloody light faded. Liu Hao's yellow sword snapped in two, and Wild Dog Taoist's fang-shaped magic weapon flew out of his hand and disappeared into the unknown.

The three men were struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out blood and flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground some distance away, struggling to get up.

Lu Xueqi stood in mid-air, her clothes fluttering.

Tianya pointed diagonally at the ground, the blue light on the sword slowly receding, yet still flowing endlessly, casting a hazy halo around her.

She turned her head slightly to look at Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his mouth, but only one thought occupied his mind:

Holy crap, that's so... cool.