Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

He narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at Yun Ping: "What do you mean by that?"

Was I not clear enough? Let me simplify it further—

The young man in the white shirt cleared his throat and then revealed a sincere smile.

"I mean, to me, you're the same as them."

"The same?"

"Yes."

Yun Ping smiled and uttered words that Ye Wentian could not understand.

Are you ready?

"Prepare?"

"Preparations for burial."

next second.

Nobody knows why.

When those calm words were spoken, a chilling feeling crept into everyone's hearts.

Everyone felt a deep-seated fear, and some were even unable to bear the indescribable terror, kneeling down, trembling all over, and starting to vomit incessantly.

what happened?

The earth was shaking...

Yes, it's shaking.

It was as if someone outside was shaking a cup filled with mud, and the ground suddenly began to shake strangely.

The young man in white sat atop the Demon Cauldron, unmoved by the earthquake, not even a sway of his clothes.

He smiled, crossed his legs, and wore a mysterious smile.

"Although I don't have an ancient soul-refining tower as precious as yours, the coffins I'm giving you should still be considered quite classy."

"At least, it's not shameful."

coffin……

What kind of coffin?

A flicker of panic crossed Ye Wentian's eyes, and he began to look around blankly...

I can't see anything, I can't see anything at all.

There was no surge of spiritual energy, no manifestation of creation, and no breath of the Great Dao...

The ground suddenly started shaking.

He couldn't see through it... He didn't understand... Why was this happening?

What Ye Wentian didn't understand even more was what Yunping said next.

"I said..."

He looked at Ye Wentian with a grin and asked a strange question.

"Have you... heard of the Sword Tomb?"

"It's not a sword mound for burying swords, but a sword mound for burying people with swords."

Using a sword... to bury someone?

I don't understand, I don't understand at all.

What exactly is he saying?

"It's okay if you haven't heard of it..."

As if sensing Ye Wentian's doubts, Yun Ping said nothing, but simply smiled, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the top of his head.

You'll understand soon enough.

Top of the head?

Ye Wentian raised his head blankly, and a shooting star suddenly streaked across the blood-red sky.

Do not!

That wasn't a shooting star!

That's a sword!

A sword that is entirely black and red, exuding an eerie demonic aura!

One, two, five, ten, a hundred...

Countless, an uncountable number of swords!

Those are all evil swords forged using demonic and heretical methods, sacrificing the flesh and blood of countless people!

These swords… He remembered them, Ye Wentian remembered them—

On the path from the bottom of the mountain to the top, there is an exceptionally large Tomb of Evil Swords.

He had originally planned to take one, but these evil swords were extremely difficult to wield and could very well backfire on the wielder's mind. Although most of the evil swords in this sword tomb had the ability to severely injure Void Realm cultivators, very few people could lift the swords and survive.

Even for Ye Wentian, it would take some time to fully control an evil sword.

However now—

The sky was filled with demonic energy, and sword shadows blotted out the sun.

A thousand or so? Ten thousand or so?

I don't know, nobody knows.

Even Ye Wentian felt that he could not easily control the evil sword, but now hundreds and thousands of them appeared in front of everyone.

The old man from Xuanlan Cave was dumbfounded, his mouth agape, his expression blank and dazed.

The sect leaders who stood up to speak for him were also dumbfounded, their faces deathly pale. Facing the edge of that evil sword, all they saw was the fear of death.

Mo Wuhai, the owner of Bihai Tower, was also dumbfounded.

She remembered that feeling.

On that day, during the grand banquet at the Imperial Pavilion, when that young man in white ascended the Imperial Pavilion with a blank expression...

She felt cold.

And that coldness was a coldness that emanated from the very soul... Unfortunately, at this very moment, she was enveloped by this coldness.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the sky obscured by the evil sword, at the sharp blade pointing downwards, and for a moment... they even forgot to breathe.

Now they understand.

What was the sword mound that Yunping mentioned before... where people are buried with swords?

But it is already late.

Standing beneath those thousands of evil swords, they had no way to escape.

My God!

He actually awakened all the evil swords in the Evil Sword Tomb!

It's not just awakening; judging from the current situation, this white-robed youth has completely taken control of these thousands upon thousands of evil swords... Such a feat is probably beyond even a half-immortal who specializes in demonic cultivation!

"How about it? Is my coffin gift acceptable?"

The young man in white sat on the Demon Cauldron, legs crossed as always, a smile on his face, and asked softly.

44. The terrifying mark of direct lineage

Sword shadows blotted out the sky.

Countless evil swords, like shapeless ghosts, accompanied by an intensely dense and suffocating demonic aura, shrouded the heads of all cultivators in the Desolate Heaven Domain.

The sky above them was no longer a vast expanse of white. When they looked up, all they could see were the sharp edges of swords that seemed to pierce through their very souls.

All spirits wailed, and a fountain of blood gushed forth.

Everyone present felt their hearts tremble. Although they had seen demonic weapons and evil artifacts before, how could they have ever seen such a sky-covering rain of swords?!

Horrible, absolutely terrifying!

Inside the venue.

The air was quieter than ever before.

No one spoke, not even a scream or a wail—they just stared blankly at the sky, at the thousands of evil swords about to fall, their minds replaying the image of themselves being pierced by the rain of swords.

The sect leaders dared not move, dared not speak.

Mo Wuhai, the owner of Bihai Tower, remained unmoved and silent.

Those rogue cultivators who possessed all sorts of extraordinary abilities stood motionless like puppets.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

The young man in white scanned his surroundings, looking at the pale, terrified faces. "Weren't you just looking like you were going to kill me and steal my treasure? You changed your expression pretty quickly."

Murder for treasure?

Those four words were truly imprinted in the minds of all the cultivators.

But now?

With countless evil swords hanging overhead, ready to annihilate them at any moment and corrupt their bodies and souls into dust, how could they possibly have the guts?

We're scared, everyone's scared.

They were certain that if they dared to take another step forward, they would be met with the torture of being pierced by a thousand swords.

If you move even slightly, you will die.

"Since no one is saying anything, I'll say a few words."

Yun Ping suppressed his smile, his eyes turning slightly cold. With a casual wave of his hand, he struck the Demon Cauldron beneath him.