How can simply creating a sect make you invincible?

The group from Tianyan Sect and Baihua Valley approached Ning Tian and his group of five: "Fellow Daoists, may we follow you on the rest of the secret realm? We are afraid that if we are separated from you, we will encounter those men in black again."

Ning Tian and the others exchanged glances, pondered for a moment, and then nodded.

Mu Qingcheng slowly spoke: "It's alright, we can travel together. But the opportunities in the secret realm depend on each person's own abilities."

"We understand! We're happy as long as we can follow you fellow cultivators!"

"In that case, let's go." Kun Kun waved his hand and took the lead in stepping forward.

The group moved forward slowly. Looking at the group of slender female disciples from Hundred Flowers Valley beside him, Kun Kun couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are all the disciples in Hundred Flowers Valley female?"

A disciple of Hundred Flowers Valley answered softly, "Yes, our Hundred Flowers Valley has been established for over ten thousand years. Our sect rules stipulate that we only recruit female disciples and never male cultivators."

"I see. Just from the name of your sect, the valley must be full of beauties," Kun Kun grinned.

Even though the disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley are usually calm and composed due to their years of quiet cultivation, their pretty faces still blushed when praised so directly.

A moment later, the view suddenly opened up at the end of the road.

A dilapidated ancient hall stands in the heart of the secret realm. The main gate of the hall has a simple wooden plaque that has endured countless years, but the three powerful characters on it are still legible: Lingyun Hall.

"Lingyun Palace?"

Su Qingruo said softly, "The character 'sword' on the gate archway, along with this main hall, suggests that this ancient sect is called the Lingyun Sword Sect."

"Junior Sister Qingruo is absolutely right." Mu Qingcheng's guess was probably correct. "It's just that I wonder what kind of calamity this powerful sword sect suffered, ultimately leading to its abandonment here and its transformation into a secret realm."

The monk stepped forward, gazing at the empty hall: "There's no point in thinking about it. Let's go in and see for ourselves."

Everyone stepped into the main hall of Lingyun Palace together.

After thoroughly searching the entire hall, it was found to be completely empty, with no cultivation techniques, spiritual treasures, crystals, or any other valuable opportunities left behind.

"Since there's nothing here, let's go check the back mountain," Ning Tian said in a deep voice.

As soon as they stepped into the back mountain area, they saw that a large number of cultivators had already gathered there. The crowd was packed together, and everyone stopped to watch, their eyes fixed on the center of the area.

The crowd quickly stepped forward and pushed through the throng, discovering a giant, dark-colored sword monument tens of feet high.

The sword monument is ancient and imposing, its surface covered with dense, crisscrossing ancient sword marks. At this moment, someone is sitting cross-legged before the monument, trying to comprehend the sword intent within.

Kun Kun specializes in the Savage Battle Body, possessing unparalleled brute strength among his peers, but is unrelated to the way of the sword; the mage devotes himself to cultivating the Profound Dao Body, mastering spells and supernatural powers, but is also not skilled in weapons or swordsmanship. The two exchanged a glance, instantly losing interest.

Ning Tian has a profound foundation and is well-versed in all kinds of martial arts, while Mu Qingcheng possesses the Samsara Body and can comprehend all techniques. The two immediately sat cross-legged on the spot and calmly felt the profound sword intent flowing within the sword monument.

Among the team, Su Qingruo was the happiest.

As soon as she approached the sword monument, the sword bones hidden within her body trembled. An extreme desire and throbbing came from the depths of her bones, and an instinctive suction force burst forth from her body, thirsting for the sword dao source power within the sword monument.

Su Qingruo was shocked and dared not delay. She immediately sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and focused all her efforts on comprehending the sword intent within the stele.

In the blink of an eye, wisps of pure sword intent swirled around her, transforming into a faint halo of sword energy that flowed endlessly. Her entire demeanor instantly became sharp and otherworldly, her sword intent perfectly natural.

Seeing this, Kun Kun asked with some amazement, "Brother Mage, look, has Junior Sister Qing Ruo directly entered a state of enlightenment?"

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb her, let your junior sister focus on comprehending her enlightenment." The monk quickly raised his hand to stop her, afraid of interrupting Su Qingruo's sudden enlightenment.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kun Kun immediately understood, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice to the surrounding cultivators, "Everyone, step back a little and do not make a sound, lest you disturb my junior sister's enlightenment!"

Immediately, someone in the crowd became dissatisfied and retorted, "Why should we back down? This sword monument is a public opportunity within the secret realm, not yours. Everyone can comprehend it!"

Kun Kun's aura as a savage warrior burst forth, instantly overwhelming all around: "My fists are harder than yours! Either back down obediently, or I'll beat you until you do!"

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'you'? Are you backing down or not?"

Many cultivators in the surrounding area had already recognized the two individuals as disciples of the Myriad Laws Sect. In an instant, the onlookers retreated, not daring to provoke them.

The cultivator who had spoken out in rebuttal could only suppress his anger and retreat unwillingly when everyone backed down.

As the surroundings fell completely silent, Su Qingruo's understanding deepened. The next second, her consciousness was suddenly pulled by a vast and boundless sword power, instantly detaching her from reality and plunging into a vast and boundless starry void.

In this space, countless stars seemed to fall from the sky, and the aura of swordsmanship filled the heavens and earth. In the center of the void, a figure in green robes stood with his hands behind his back, his spine straight, quietly gazing at the starry sky.

"Where is this? Who are you? Why did you pull me into this space?" Su Qingruo steadied herself and asked in a deep voice.

The man in blue slowly turned around. His face was handsome and refined, and his eyes held a sense of age and vicissitude. His gaze fell on Su Qingruo.

He did not respond to Su Qingruo's question. Instead, his gaze pierced through the void and looked toward the direction of the Myriad Laws Sect. He spoke softly, "Fellow Daoist, you have such an outstanding disciple. His sword bones are naturally perfect. He is a sword prodigy who is rare to find in ten thousand years."

Lu Chen, far away at the Myriad Laws Sect, had already learned everything about the secret realm through the soul imprints left on everyone. Hearing the words of the man in blue, he quietly observed, wanting to see the true purpose of this remnant soul's obsession.

Seeing that no one responded, the man in blue looked somewhat embarrassed and gave an awkward smile.

At this moment, Su Qingruo was completely confused and couldn't understand who this senior was talking to.

After a moment, the man in blue withdrew his gaze and looked back at Su Qingruo. His tone was gentle but tinged with regret: "Little girl, you have exceptional talent. You are born with a sword-like physique and are a top-notch talent for cultivating the sword path. No wonder you were able to comprehend the true meaning of the sword path that I left in the sword stele."

He shook his head slightly, full of regret: "It's a pity that you have already joined a sect and found your place, otherwise I would have imparted all the sword skills of the Lingyun Sword Sect to you."

"Lingyun Sword Sect?"

Su Qingruo was slightly taken aback, and asked softly, "Senior, this secret realm has been abandoned for a long time, the Lingyun Sword Sect should no longer exist!"

After saying this, the man in blue sighed deeply, his voice filled with sorrow and lament: "Alas! The world is unpredictable, and all things in the world are subject to the ravages of time, inevitably withering and falling."

After a brief moment of melancholy, the sadness in his eyes faded, and a look of relief appeared on his face: "So be it. It is fate that you have encountered this obsession of mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in blue flicked his fingertips.

A pure sword aura transformed into a stream of light and flew straight into Su Qingruo's brow, merging into her sea of ​​consciousness.

The vast and profound mysteries of swordsmanship instantly filled her mind, and countless insights into sword intent rushed towards her, crystal clear.

The ethereal voice of the man in blue robes lingered in Su Qingruo's mind: "Since you already have a master, I will not force you to learn any of the Lingyun Sword Sect's techniques. This 'Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique' is the supreme sword technique I have devoted my life to studying. It has no threshold, no shackles, and its killing power is unparalleled. I hope you can cultivate it diligently and live up to this opportunity."

Seeing that the remnant soul had no ill intentions and was simply bestowing an opportunity and valuing talent, Lu Chen withdrew his divine sense and ignored it.

"Today I met someone I was destined to meet, so it's a perfect ending. It's time for this lingering attachment of mine to dissipate."

The man in blue smiled faintly, his body becoming transparent and ethereal, turning into blue specks of light that drifted away with the wind and gradually dissolved into the void.

Su Qingruo's mind jolted, and her consciousness instantly returned to the real secret realm.

Su Qingruo slowly opened her eyes, a dazzling sword light flashing within them, her entire being radiating a powerful and concentrated sword intent. She immediately rose and bowed deeply before the ancient sword monument, her attitude reverent: "Thank you, Senior, for bestowing upon me this supreme divine power!"

Ning Tian, ​​Mu Qingcheng, Kun Kun, and the mage all wore smiles, immediately recognizing that Su Qingruo's sudden enlightenment must have been due to a tremendous opportunity in the path of swordsmanship.

The disciples of Tianyan Sect and Baihua Valley standing nearby were filled with envy: "Wanfa Sect is indeed full of hidden talents. Every disciple under its tutelage is a top genius, with constant opportunities and unparalleled talent."

Su Qingruo turned around, bowed slightly to the four people, and sincerely thanked them: "Thank you, senior brothers and sisters, for protecting me and allowing me to cultivate peacefully."

"Junior Sister, you're too kind!" Kun Kun waved her hand, smiling frankly: "We both come from the Myriad Laws Sect, supporting each other is simply our duty!"

"Our chances here have run out. Let's continue our exploration," Ning Tian suggested.

Everyone nodded in agreement, with the disciples of Tianyan Sect and Hundred Flowers Valley immediately following suit, their hearts filled with shame. Just now, they too had gathered around the sword monument, trying their best to comprehend it, but they hadn't even managed to grasp the most basic wisp of sword intent.

The group arrived at the top of the back mountain, where a majestic ancient pagoda stood before them.

The tower is ancient and imposing, covered with countless sword marks of varying depths. In the center of the tower, two ancient characters stand out powerfully: "Sword Tower".

At this moment, people came and went at the foot of the sword tower. Countless cultivators came and went. Some resolutely stepped into the tower to try their luck, while many others turned pale and their breathing became disordered. They were directly ejected by the power of the tower and suffered a miserable defeat.

A cultivator who had just been ejected from the Sword Tower slumped to the ground, muttering complaints, "This Sword Tower trial is too difficult! I could barely hold on to the second level, but the sword puppets on the third level are far too powerful. A cultivator at the Purple Mansion Realm simply cannot contend with them. There's absolutely no way I can get through it!"

The passing cultivators cast disdainful glances and sneered inwardly. In this secret realm, some had already successfully reached the fourth level; they were being blamed for the difficulty of the trials when they themselves were considered weak.

Ning Tian and his four companions stood beneath the sword tower, gazing up at the ancient, weathered structure. A chilling, piercing sword intent emanated from the tower, sending shivers down their spines.

"Since this is the core trial ground of the Lingyun Sword Sect, let's go and try our luck." Su Qingruo's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and she could no longer suppress the excitement in her heart.

Ning Tian and the other three nodded in agreement.

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Qingruo stepped forward first.

Step out.

Boom—

The moment she stepped into the tower, the eerie blue lights inside slowly illuminated the entire first floor of the sword tower.

The first level is spacious and open, with ancient sword runes engraved on the ground, their patterns shimmering with a faint light. In the center stand five completely black sword puppets.

Each puppet possessed a stable aura, indicating a cultivation level of the third level of the Purple Mansion realm. They gripped sharp longswords tightly in their hands, their eyes empty and lifeless. Sensing someone attempting to break through the barrier, they locked onto Su Qingruo's figure.

hum!

Five chilling killing intents instantly locked onto Su Qingruo. The five sword puppets moved simultaneously, unleashing their longswords. Five sharp sword lights crisscrossed, encircling and attacking Su Qingruo from all directions.

Faced with the siege of five puppets of the same realm, Su Qingruo remained calm and showed no sign of panic.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, her toes barely touching the ground as she suddenly burst forward, charging towards the nearest sword puppet.

The puppet reacted with extreme speed, flicking its wrist to unleash layers of sword light from its longsword, aiming straight for Su Qingruo's heart. Each move was ruthless and targeted vital points.

clang--!

A deafening clang of metal rang out, causing the space inside the tower to tremble slightly.

Su Qingruo neither dodged nor evaded, but instead slashed out with her long sword, the power of which was domineering and unparalleled, accurately striking the puppet's long sword.

With immense force, the longsword in the puppet's hand was instantly cleaved away and flew out of its grasp. Before the puppet could react, Su Qingruo's sword flashed, precisely piercing the puppet's core mechanism.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, the first sword puppet stiffened and collapsed to the ground.

After defeating the first puppet, Su Qingruo did not pause for a moment. Her footwork was unpredictable, and she instantly circled behind the second puppet like a ghost. Her sword light was as fast as lightning, and she accurately stabbed at the puppet's weak joint.

In a short time.

Sword energy surged within the tower, and the sounds of metal clashing rang out continuously as four figures engaged in a rapid-fire battle in the empty tower. Su Qingruo's swordsmanship was exquisite, making full use of the advantages of her innate sword bones, with each strike imbued with condensed sword intent.

Moments later, the last sword puppet could not withstand the intense onslaught, its body shattered, and it collapsed heavily to the ground.

Boom!

The moment the last puppet was destroyed, the confinement of the first level of space vanished instantly, and the faint light of passage appeared.

Su Qingruo's breathing was steady, and she hadn't expended much energy. She looked up at the stone steps leading to the second level.