The whole class transmigrates to cultivate immortality, and I return with a sacred weapon.

The atmosphere gradually quieted down, with only the sound of footsteps.

85 meters...90 meters...100 meters...

Just after crossing the 100-meter-long hurdle, Yang Linghui groaned as a new sword wound appeared on his arm, from which blood flowed.

Chen Lin glanced at him twice.

This person has a stronger will than he thought.

His clothes were now stained with blood, but he seemed more energetic than before.

Almost simultaneously, everyone stopped and looked at him.

The next moment, three sword cries rang out.

However, the natal spirit swords in the hands of Zhao Minghui, Li Xiaohui, and Qu Feng emitted a mournful sound and shrank back into their bodies.

They coughed up a mouthful of blood, crushed by the immense pressure of the sword, and collapsed to the ground.

Three golden sword lights fell from the mountaintop, piercing the three men's foreheads, and then sent them down the mountain.

"As expected, using one's natal spirit sword is considered cheating."

Chen Lin spoke up.

Ren Ke asked, "Shall we continue?"

"I'll stop here, you guys continue," Chen Lin said.

This is enough to show that his natal weapon is not weak; if he continues, he will expose too much of it.

"Okay." Ren Ke nodded.

Her Yao Guang Arrow was of a high level, and she did not feel any pressure along the way.

Initially, she tried to tough it out with her body, but she gave up after only ten meters.

Now, she probably understands how the overwhelming sword energy that enveloped Wanhua Mountain was formed.

A sword formation set up by a powerful expert, or a powerful spiritual sword.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have allowed itself to climb the mountain in such a cheating manner.

Zheng Yue glanced at Chen Lin, somewhat hesitant.

With the protection of a powerful weapon, she can move even more easily.

"Go ahead and see what the situation is like at the top of the mountain."

Chen Lin looked at the two of them and said.

Yang Linghui glanced at Chen Lin, then turned and continued up the mountain.

He didn't have the energy to think about anything else.

Watching the three leave, Chen Lin opened the Heavenly Ranking of Life and Death.

"Let's see what the situation is at the top of the mountain."

The Heavenly Ranking of Life and Death fluctuated slightly, and the laws of life and death flowed across the axis.

A moment later, a message entered Chen Lin's mind.

"Okay, let's go up and take a look."

He took a step forward, and the scenery before him blurred and changed.

The next moment, he was already standing on the summit of Luoyan Peak, but the entire summit was covered in white.

A massive golden sword light struck, but Chen Lin did not move. The Heavenly Ranking of Life and Death trembled slightly, releasing a wisp of holy might.

The sword light shattered suddenly, and the surroundings returned to clarity.

Chen Lin took a step forward.

There is a huge rock about ten meters away.

The overall shape of the boulder resembles a sharp sword, with its tip pointing to the sky.

The countless tiny sword energies emanated from it, enveloping the entire Wanhua Mountain and selecting those with sword talent.

However, at this moment, the sword-shaped stone tablet was trembling slightly.

"Indeed, it is a great-level sword weapon."

Chen Lin spoke in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over the boulder.

"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy."

Suddenly, a clear yet ancient voice appeared, sounding extremely disjointed.

Chen Lin was not surprised and looked up at the sky.

A woman in green appeared out of thin air and slowly descended, accompanied by the aura of a Dao-Slaying King.

"Oh? Who are you?"

Chen Lin asked.

"I am Shuanghua from the Taihua Sword Sect." The woman bowed slowly, her slender and perfect figure drawing attention.

"Frostflower Sword? How many years have you existed?" Chen Lin asked with a hint of curiosity.

A look of confusion flashed in Shuanghua's eyes as she replied, "I don't know."

She hurriedly asked, "May I ask where you are taught, that you have a holy soldier protecting you?"

As she spoke, she looked at the Heavenly Ranking of Life and Death, her eyes filled with apprehension.

Chen Lin laughed and said, "What makes you think it's only protecting me?"

The Heavenly Ranking of Life and Death simultaneously released its holy might. Shuanghua's face showed pain, and she staggered and almost knelt on the ground. Her face showed shock, but she forcibly steadied herself.

"He has backbone."

Chen Lin waved his hand, withdrawing his divine power, a hint of appreciation appearing in his eyes.

"Alright, tell me, what is your purpose in appearing in this world?"

Chen Lin looked at the other person, asking the question seemingly casually, but his tone was full of unquestionable authority.

Shuanghua also understood that if she refused to answer, she would probably be suppressed by this holy weapon in the next moment.

She looked conflicted, then sighed helplessly.

"I am the Frostflower Sword, the natal divine weapon of the Taihua Sword Sect Master. In ancient times, this world suffered a great calamity, most of the world's lineages were destroyed, and no living beings survived."

"When the sect was destroyed, the sect leader and the elders decided to seal us and the Sword Sect's heritage, awaiting the opportunity for its revival."

Chen Lin frowned. "A great calamity? An opportunity for recovery? Be more specific."

Shuanghua shook her head. "That's all I know. My other memories are incomplete. It must be because the sect leader doesn't want me to retain these memories."

"I see..." Chen Lin frowned even more deeply.

Shuanghua said, "Originally, the Taihua Sword Sect had three king-level divine weapons and hundreds of powerful spirit swords, but the sealing time was too long, and only Qingyuan and I remain to this day."

Her gaze was filled with sorrow as she looked at the sword-shaped stone tablet.

Chen Lin asked, "So you created these strange phenomena and had them set up a sword formation to attract disciples with sword talent to the mountain?"

Shuanghua nodded and said, "It is my master's last wish that the Taihua Sword Sect's lineage be preserved."

Chen Lin offered no comment, but asked, "But now that you only have two swords left, how can you establish a sect? Will you personally teach disciples?"

Shuanghua nodded, "Mm."

"In that case, your plan to establish a sect will likely fail."

Shuanghua, puzzled, asked, "Why?"

"Judging from your appearance, I guess Qingyuan isn't much smarter than you. Being too naive when dealing with humans isn't a good thing."

Chen Lin couldn't help but laugh.

With just a brief encounter, he understood the situation of Shuanghua and Qingyuan.

These two have indeed developed sentience, and the sword spirit's intelligence is no less than that of ordinary people.

But they have too little experience.

"Those who possess swordsmanship talent are not necessarily good people. If you were to encounter someone with evil intentions who would control you, the Taihua Sword Sect's lineage would likely be wiped out."

Shuanghua was stunned. "Then what should I do?"

"Just listen to me, and I guarantee that your Taihua Sword Sect will flourish and become the top sect in this world."

Chen Lin said.

He looked at Shuanghua, only to see her eyes filled with wariness.

"What's the use of me lying to you? This is my natal sacred weapon, the future ultimate imperial weapon."

Chen Lin raised his hand and grasped the Heavenly Ranking of Life and Death, releasing his own aura.

Shuanghua sensed the difference and her eyes widened immediately.

"Impossible. You are just a minor cultivator in the Sea of ​​Wheels Realm. How could you possibly forge a Saint-level divine weapon? Absolutely impossible."

Chen Lin laughed and said, "Nothing is impossible. I can forge sacred weapons myself, do you think I would lack the inheritance of your highest level, the Dao-Slaying King?"

Shuanghua nodded and said, "That seems to make sense."

"Then that's it. I'll introduce you to a new master who will make your Taihua Sword Sect famous throughout the world."

"Who?"

"My sister."

Upon hearing this, Shuanghua's gaze towards Chen Lin changed, as if she were looking at a liar.

"My sister possesses the Taiyin Sacred Body," Chen Lin said leisurely.

"What? Where is she? I need to see her."

Shuanghua spoke somewhat anxiously.