I, a centenarian, sweep through the gates of immortality.

About two or three incense sticks later, a desolate mountain valley appeared ahead.

The surrounding area was desolate and barren, with not a blade of grass growing there. In the middle of the wasteland, a small black palace stood tall.

Above the small hall, a plaque bears the three characters "Sword Casting Room".

"This is it." The disciple stopped at the edge of the wasteland and pointed to the small hall inside. "Although the Valley Master wants you to go to the sword-forging room, it is unbearably hot inside, and you probably cannot bear it. The Valley Master's intention is not to send you to your death, but to use your innate sword embryo body to help us awaken our sword spirits. Therefore, if there is someone forging a sword, you can go there. If there is no one forging a sword, you can go to the small house next door to rest."

After saying that, he turned to leave, seemingly unwilling to stay there for even a moment longer.

Lin Feng opened his mouth, but his already hoarse voice became even more difficult to speak under the scorching heat, and he could only utter one word.

"slow..."

The disciple stopped in his tracks, suddenly understood, and took out a cultivation manual from his robes.

"This is the introductory technique of our sect, the Fire Element Technique."

"You...you'd better watch yourself."

After saying that, the disciple turned and left.

Lin Feng stood on the wasteland, looking around.

Wasteland, dark house, deserted.

There was no one to guide them, and no one to communicate with.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

He couldn't help but clench his fist on the "Fire Element Technique".

He had the cultivation technique.

Is it too late?

Driven by a deep sense of unwillingness, let alone catching up with Liu Qingqing, how many steps could he possibly take on the path to immortality?

"Ugh."

After a long sigh, Lin Feng put the cultivation technique into his pocket.

At this moment, the jade pendant hanging around his neck, the accompanying jade pendant, suddenly flashed red light and began to bounce up and down.

Lin Feng raised his hand and suddenly grabbed the jade pendant hanging around his neck.

This jade pendant was a companion to his rebirth.

The presence of jade in one's birth, whether in ancient myths or folk tales, is a sign of the birth of a great person.

Over the years, Lin Feng tried various methods, but none of them could arouse the jade pendant's unusual activity.

Aside from its good looks and translucent appearance, it had no other special use. Lin Feng simply kept it as a memento and carried it with him for many years.

But today, when I came to Chongyang Valley, why did it suddenly react?

Could it be that there's something special about this Chongyang Valley that's aroused it?

No, that's not right. Just now, it was extremely calm in front of the main hall.

With his mind at ease, Lin Feng's gaze swept across his surroundings.

In the midst of the desolate wasteland stood only a small temple, its air thick with a scorching, restless atmosphere.

The jade pendant around Lin Feng's neck was also bobbing towards the small hall.

Is there something strange about this small hall?

Or perhaps some kind of guidance?

A sense of anticipation inexplicably rose in Lin Feng's heart.

"Let's go take a look."

The Nine Yang Fire within this sword-forging room has burned eternally for years, scorching intensely. They had warned Lin Feng before that he should not approach unless he was forging a sword.

Lin Feng only moved forward a few steps, and within those few steps, a wave of heat hit him.

Lin Feng's already dried-up meridians were now as if they were being roasted on a flame.

Curiosity and resentment drove Lin Feng to move forward with difficulty, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Every step felt like being crushed by Mount Tai.

Every point closer felt like falling into an endless inferno.

It's not far, yet it's as difficult as climbing to heaven.

It seems he will never be able to get close to her again.

Just like the immortal path he has yet to embark on.

But the more this was the case, the stronger the unwillingness in Lin Feng's aged heartbeat became.

It was like grasping at a straw.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng moved forward with difficulty.

Just then...

"If you leave again, you will die."

With a cool reminder, a gust of wind suddenly swept past Lin Feng, and the unbearable burning sensation subsided, replaced by a refreshing coolness that spread throughout his body.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to see two female cultivators slowly walking towards him, one of whom was carrying a large box.

Before the box was even opened, and even when they were still quite far from Lin Feng, an extremely sharp spiritual energy rushed towards them.

Lin Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed to the two female cultivators.

"Thank you, fairies."

One of the female nuns.

"So you are the innate sword embryo?"

Lin Feng respectfully replied, "I am ashamed to say that I am exhausted and useless."

The two female cultivators exchanged a glance, both feeling a sense of regret.

The female cultivator who wasn't carrying the box took out a jade bottle from her bosom and handed it to Lin Feng.

"These are pills for strengthening the body and nourishing the vital energy. Although they cannot reverse the course of life, they can at least extend one's lifespan."

Lin Feng accepted it and was about to thank her when the woman spoke again.

"We are forging swords today, and we would like to ask you to accompany us. You are a born sword embryo, and even if your heart meridian is depleted, your instinct to communicate with the sword spirit is still there. Your presence may increase our chances of successfully forging the swords."

At this point, both women let out a long sigh.

"We have already used up a lot of materials. If we fail again, we will really have no way to explain to our sect."

Lin Feng had a general idea of ​​what the two were thinking and their situation, and he nodded quickly.

"If I have the ability to do so, I will certainly help you."

The two women cast a spell on Lin Feng again, protecting him as he entered the sword-making room.

Pushing open the door, Lin Feng was immediately stunned by the scene before him.

Directly opposite the palace gate was a fire pit, not large in area, with no flames visible, only a flickering red light.

Around the fire pit, various swords were stuck in the ground.

The sword shadows were jagged, forming a forest of swords.

"The materials of the failed sword are already wasted, and it would be a pity to discard them. So we will leave the scrap sword in this sword-making workshop and use the scrap sword materials to nourish the Nine Yang True Fire. This is a way to make the best use of the materials."

After a brief explanation, the female cultivator opened the box she was holding. Lin Feng turned his head and was shocked to find a dark blue iron stone inside.

Lin Feng was not very knowledgeable and did not know the name of this Xuanqing Iron Stone, but the spiritual energy emanating from it was so strong that it could even overpower the Nine Yang True Fire, which was enough to prove its extraordinary nature.

With a flick of her sleeve, the female cultivator threw the azure iron stone directly into the fire pool.

Suddenly, many tongues of fire rose from the calm pool of fire, and the heat surged, turning the many broken swords around it red.

It was the first time Lin Feng had ever seen someone forge a sword. He watched calmly, but his thoughts were extremely complicated.

He was born with the potential to forge a sword, but he didn't know if he would ever have the chance to forge a sword himself again in this lifetime.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's eyes dimmed slightly, but just then, the jade pendant hanging around his neck reacted again.

This time, he felt not only the jade pendant pulsating, but also heard many low hissing sounds.

It seemed like someone was trying to speak to him, but whether it was because of the large number of people or some other interference, the voices were chaotic and ethereal, and he couldn't hear them clearly at all.

Holding my breath and looking around, I saw only the forest of swords swaying.

Countless broken swords trembled simultaneously, echoing the many hissing sounds Lin Feng had heard.

It seemed that the sound Lin Feng heard was coming from Jian Lin!

Seeing the two female cultivators practicing their swordsmanship, Lin Feng couldn't investigate further and could only ponder the matter in secret.

"Could it be that these discarded swords here are speaking to me?"

"Is my jade pendant somehow sensing these discarded swords?"

"But these are all discarded swords, and they've lost their spirit after being scorched by the Nine Yang True Fire. How could they possibly possess a spirit?"

"If the discarded sword truly possessed a spirit, how could the people of Chongyang Valley not know?"

"Could it be... that only I, with my innate sword embryo, can hear it?"