The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

The Valley of the Underworld is five hundred li west of Cangwu Mountain. For someone at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, this distance is less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

But he flew slowly, thinking about things as he flew.

The memory the Demon of Love spoke of, and the images that frequently appeared in his mind, he replayed in his head several times.

Actually, there was one question he couldn't understand. He was already seven or eight years old, so why didn't he have any memory of his father, Shen Changtian?

As for this question, even the Demon of Love cannot provide an answer.

"Sometimes memories aren't gone, but rather suppressed by something, preventing you from recalling them."

Yellow Springs Valley—a place with such a name in the cultivation world must be a very sinister place.

Two barren mountains sandwich a narrow gully, at the bottom of which is a dry riverbed with all the black stones.

At the entrance of the valley stands a stone tablet with the three characters "Yellow Springs Valley" engraved on it, but the characters have been blurred by wind and sand.

Liu Mengli floated out of the cauldron and climbed onto his back. "Master, this place is so yin."

"Can a place called Yellow Springs Valley really be a good place?"

"Master, I mean there might be ghosts here."

Shen Yifei was startled. "What? A ghost?"

In all his life, he had only ever heard of ghosts, that after death people would enter another world and be reincarnated. And those who didn't have the chance to be reincarnated would become wandering ghosts.

He has only heard of ghosts so far, but has never seen a real one.

Humans have an innate fear of the unknown, whether they are ordinary people or cultivators.

Shen Yifei slowed his pace.

"Master, I feel like something is watching us."

"I felt it too, my back is chilling." Shen Yifei released his divine sense.

Apart from the heavy yin energy, nothing else was found.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, a spacious valley appeared ahead. The slopes on both sides of the valley were relatively gentle, and on the left side, halfway up the mountain, stood a solitary grave.

The grave wasn't large, and half of the soil around the mound had collapsed, covered with withered grass. The tombstone was a black stone, without a single word on it.

Shen Yifei stood in front of the grave, staring at the blank tombstone for a long time.

The Demon of Love said this was his father's grave, but it didn't look like it to him at all.

The dignified sect master of the Tianyan Sect, a great cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage, was buried in such a place by his mother after his death, without even a tombstone.

"Are you sure this is my father's grave?" Shen Yifei asked in his heart.

The Demon of Love's voice was languid, "This is the place in my memory. If you don't believe me, dig it open and see."

Shen Yifei squatted down and reached out to touch the black stone tablet.

"Why are there no words on this?"

"Master, this was secretly buried by your mother. It's good enough that it has a grave at all."

Shen Yifei thought about it and agreed; it wouldn't be right to carve words on it so that his enemies could recognize it again.

He touched the stone tablet, murmuring, "Father, I've come to see you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black stone tablet suddenly lit up.

Shen Yifei's hand trembled, and he tried to pull it back, but his fingers were stuck to the stone tablet and he couldn't move them.

Immediately afterwards, the light on the surface of the stone tablet grew brighter and brighter, spreading from the stone tablet to his fingers, then up his arm, and straight into his sea of ​​consciousness.

A figure appeared in my mind.

The man was dressed in a white robe, tall, with a blurred face and indistinct features.

The moment Shen Yifei saw him, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

The man stood in the center of his mind, his hands behind his back, surrounded by a vast white void.

"Yifei, you've finally arrived!"

Shen Yifei's tears fell immediately.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he just couldn't stop.

"father?"

The man didn't answer, but continued, "My time is running out; this divine sense won't last much longer. The following sword technique is what I've learned in my life; it consists of three moves. Watch closely."

Shen Yifei stared intently at the white-robed figure in his mind, not daring to blink.

The man stood in the void with his hands behind his back, his face still blurred, his features indistinct. But his aura, like a drawn sword, could pierce his brain even through his sea of ​​consciousness.

"First move, Breaking Army."

The man in white robes moved.

Without a sword in hand, he pointed his fingers as if they were swords, and pointed a finger at the void in front of him. With just that one finger, a white light exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness, and Shen Yifei was so blinded that he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the man in white had already stopped his attack and was standing in the same spot, as if nothing had happened.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Shen Yifei opened his mouth, "No."

"That's right, you didn't see it clearly." The man in white robes laughed. "This move isn't seen with your eyes, it's seen with your heart. Po Jun, the intention isn't in the sword, it's in the momentum. Before the sword is drawn, the momentum arrives first. When you can overwhelm people with momentum, you'll have mastered this move."

Shen Yifei nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The man in white moved again. This time, it wasn't a point, but a stroke. His finger traced an arc in the air, and sword intent poured out from between his fingers like a waterfall cascading down a cliff, its momentum powerful and inexhaustible.

"Second move, Rift River."

Shen Yifei stared intently, not daring to blink, but still couldn't see it clearly. It wasn't that his eyesight was bad; it was that the sword strike was too fast, so fast that even his divine sense couldn't keep up.

"The Rift River is meant to be continuous, one sword after another, the next sword arriving before the previous one has subsided, converging into a torrent that cannot be stopped."

After the man in white finished speaking, he withdrew his sword intent.

"The third and final move is called..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "It's called Guixu."

This time he didn't move, he just stood there. But Shen Yifei felt his entire sea of ​​consciousness trembling. It was an indescribable sense of oppression, like the sky was about to collapse, like the earth was about to sink, like the whole world was about to be swallowed up by something.

"Returning to the Void, there is no going back."

The white-robed man's voice grew fainter and fainter, and his figure also faded away.

"Father!" Shen Yifei called out.

"Yifei, remember these three swords."

"Dad, wait a minute! Where's Mom? Where is she?"

"Your mother..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phantom vanished.

His sea of ​​consciousness became empty again, with only the imprints of those three sword techniques etched deep within it, like three unsheathed swords ready to be drawn at any moment.

Shen Yifei's tears fell again.

This time, he still couldn't see what his father looked like.

Liu Mengli's voice came from outside, "Master, you've been squatting there crying for ages."

Shen Yifei opened his eyes and found himself still squatting in front of the grave, his hand still resting on the black stone tablet. The stone tablet was still the same inconspicuous black stone.

Liu Mengli floated in front of him, tilting her head to look at him, "Master, what happened to you just now? I called you for a long time and you didn't respond."

"I saw my dad."

"Your father? Where is he?"

"A wisp of divine consciousness remained in this stone tablet, teaching me three sword techniques before dissipating."

After listening, Liu Mengli circled the stone tablet again and again.

"Master, the material of this stone tablet is rather strange."

At this moment, the voice of the Demon of Love came out, "I know, this is a sealing stone that is said to be possessed only by the demon race, which can seal one's divine consciousness for thousands of years without dissipating."

Liu Mengli, having been overshadowed by the Demon of Love, snorted and turned away.

The Demon of Passion continued, "This stone is quite valuable; one is enough to cover your sect's expenses for a year."

Finally, she added, "Your mother really went all out, using such expensive things to erect a tombstone for your father."

However, Shen Yifei didn't think that way. What he was thinking was, why would his mother have such a valuable thing from the Demon Clan?