The Day the Broken Sword Was Rekindled

On the mountainside, above the clouds, the elders' seat.

Lingzhou Yue leaned down to look at Xiao Ran, who was burned beyond recognition, and Chuyan, who was being set for serious injuries, and frowned slightly.

"That doesn't make sense. A mere Magma Swallowing Beast shouldn't have made them look so disheveled, right?"

True Person Yinyue, at some point, began holding a teacup in his hand, emitting scarlet steam.

"Young people have their own ideas, and we elders don't need to interfere."

Huh? What kind of talk is that?

Lingzhou Yue seemed to understand but not quite. Her beautiful face, usually so serene, was unusually somber, and her tightly furrowed brows remained furrowed for a long time.

Something's not right!

Her intuition was always very accurate, and for some reason, she always felt that there were undercurrents surging around her.

Did Xiao Ran encounter an unexpected situation in the cave? Or did he also sense something was wrong, which is why he risked hunting the Magma Swallowing Beast?

Hundred times.

True Person Yinyue took a sip of the red tea that was steaming hot and scarlet. After seeing Xiao Ran's bone-setting technique, a ripple suddenly appeared on her calm and gentle face.

"I never imagined that Xiao Ran possessed such advanced bone-setting skills. Perhaps one day, he will be able to pass on his Body Dissection techniques to me."

Huh? Lingzhou Yue snapped out of her daze, inexplicably recalling her previous dream, and shuddered.

"You absolutely mustn't teach him."

In a thorny thicket on the mountainside, under a hidden tree canopy.

Fifteen minutes Bone Setting Art, Chuyan got up, patted her cute little bottom, took a tentative step, then took two steps sideways, and finally jumped up.

It was as if nothing had happened; there wasn't a trace of pain or discomfort.

This made her wonder, "Did I really fracture my bone just now?"

Could she have been drugged and was hallucinating? Of course, this was just an illusion. Compared to her Grandmaster, her mind, untouched by fake alcohol, was still quite sharp.

He then turned to Xiao Ran and said:

"I didn't expect your bone-setting skills to be even better than mine. Did Elder Yinyue teach you?"

Xiao Ran raised his hand and wiped away his sweat.

"Senior Uncle can't possibly teach me how to roast meat, brew wine, or dig hot springs, can you? As it turns out, apart from not being as good as you at having children, my relationship with you is like the ring around the second level of the rocky path—completely encircling you."

Chuyan hissed in shock.

"I don't want to have children, it's going to hurt me to death. I'm definitely going to marry my Grandmaster in the future."

So it turns out she was bent out of fear of pain! Two generations have passed, and she still wants to marry her Grandmaster.

That's really funny.

Xiao Ran didn't delve into the topic further. His expression suddenly turned serious as he asked Chuyan, "I have a question for you."

Chuyan was slightly taken aback, almost startled.

"Just ask, don't make it so serious."

Xiao Ran asked her with a stern face, "Just now in the underground lava cave, did you notice any difference in the eyes of the Magma Swallowing Beast compared to usual?"

That's it? Chuyan was a little confused.

"There's no difference? Why do you ask that?"

Xiao Ran frowned deeply.

Could it be that I can only see it because of the Art of Resonance? Or is it because of the Black Ring? There are too many mysteries surrounding Little Mist, and he couldn't be sure.

"It's nothing, my eyesight is just not very good."

Chuyan pouted and said, "You have a very good eye for certain things. I won't say what exactly, but those who know, know."

Unsurprisingly, her dog head was angrily rubbed.

"You know nothing!"

After a short rest and replenishing their Spiritual Power, the two finally stepped onto the third stage of the Sword Inheritance Assembly.

The location of the Sword Fence Layer is very close to the mountaintop.

Upon arriving outside the Sword Fence Layer, Xiao Ran looked up and could even see the enormous black shadow of the Immortal Boat, which, through the clouds, resembled a giant Kun, giving people a sense of oppression akin to megalophobia.

But what I was really thinking was:

Who is Little Mist?

Where are the Primate?

Is it related to Li Wuxie from the Immortal Boat?

All sorts of worries gathered in his brows, unable to be untied, and Xiao Ran remained silent the whole way.

Chuyan thought he was worried that the third level was too difficult, so she comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you in the Sword Fence Layer. Besides, didn't you say you would completely surround me?"

"That's natural."

The two entered the Sword Fence Layer.

This is a desolate mountain, with broken Broken Sword stuck upside down in the weeds, much like the Broken Sword on Sword-Wielding Mountain.

According to Lin Yunzi, the Broken Sword on Sword-Wielding Mountain was also arranged by the sect to hone his Master's sword heart.

However, those Broken Swords have now been worn down by the Master's laziness, losing their Sword Intent and becoming nothing more than a spectacle.

But the Broken Sword in the Sword Fence Layer carries Sword Intent!

The two walked into the depths of the thorny thicket.

Look closely, and you'll see broken Broken Sword stuck upside down in the weeds, like tombstones.

Coincidentally, the Sword Intent on the Broken Sword... was precisely the shock, fear, despair, and lamentation left behind by the dead sword wielders.

Xiao Ran originally thought that the so-called Sword Intent was the meaning of indomitable will, but he did not expect it to be the struggle of the swordsman facing the Wraith before his death.

This immersive experience, the deep-seated fear and despair, made Xiao Ran feel that it was even more chilling than seeing Wraith.

Braving the Sword Intent, the two trekked upwards, one in front of the other.

As they ventured deeper into the Sword Thorns Forest, sharp sword winds began to assault their bodies, rapidly penetrating the outer walls of their Dantian.

Xiao Ran was somewhat cautious, relying solely on his Qi Refining Cultivation Level and first-order Resonance Power to withstand the attack, which proved quite strenuous.

His Dantian felt as if it were being slowly sliced apart by ten thousand swords.

Fortunately, the Pill Wall was reinforced with Flood Dragon Pill), so although it hurt, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Chuyan seemed much more relaxed.

She drew her silver sword, her figure swift as a shuttle, constantly taking subtle steps to lead the way and guide Xiao Ran forward.

Xiao Ran felt much more relaxed following behind Chuyan.

As Chuyan led Xiao Ran forward, she introduced the broken swords with the air of someone who had been through it all, "These Broken Sword belong to cultivators who died in the Wraith Extermination War after the Dharma Ending Era."

Xiao Ran was puzzled.

Why are they all Broken Sword?

Chuyan explained.

"They fought to the death, and their swords would break. None of them ran away... Of course, those who ran away would have died even more quickly, but their intact swords had long been corrupted by the Wraith Poison and turned to dust, and would not remain here."

Xiao Ran seemed to have gained some insight into his thoughts:

"It seems that the Broken Sword is a badge of honor for assassins."

Chuyan nodded.

"Medal...hmm, that's the right word."

They walked to the center of the wasteland.

This piece of land is surrounded by millions of Broken Sword at its core; it is barren, with no grass and no Broken Sword.

He only used his sword to draw some eye-shaped Spirit Runes on the ground, representing the Wraith, which looked quite old.

"Stay calm, something truly terrifying is about to happen."

At Chuyan, she feigned a calm and collected demeanor, but with an air of premature maturity.

Xiao Ran looked up at the sky.

"It's coming..."

Chuyan was leading the way in front of Xiao Ran, but at some point, she inexplicably started walking behind Xiao Ran, tugging at his clothes and shaking her legs.

The sword wind grew increasingly fierce.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

At first, there were mournful cries from afar.

Soon, a blood mist filled the sky, and a mournful murmur, sometimes visible and sometimes distant, sometimes near and sometimes far, sent chills down everyone's spine.

Looking at the night sky again, it had turned a blood red that was almost as dark as night.

Amidst the blood mist, dark shadows swirled and wandered eerily.

Xiao Ran then noticed that there were already shadowy figures moving around in the blood mist.

The scene of entrails connected by blood, struggling and tearing, bloody and terrifying, stretching endlessly, is not frightening, but rather immerses the viewer in the most agonizing suffering in the world.

Suddenly, a dark, Wraith mass of shadows surrounded them from all directions, completely encircling them in the blink of an eye.

Look closely, and you'll see they aren't Wraith, but figures tainted by the Wraith Poison! Some have severed arms, some have severed legs, some are cut in half at the waist, some are headless...

The sounds were ferocious and miserable, emitting terrifying syllables.

The broken bodies came grabbing at the two from all directions, one after another, trying to drag them into the unknown depths of the abyss.

In the blink of an eye, the two were separated by the shadows.

Xiao Ran quickly took some medicine to stabilize his condition.

Is this a normal step?

Xiao Ran thought to himself that Chuyan's earlier fear indicated that this was normal level content, unrelated to the Wraith, the Little Mist, or Primate.

Then there's nothing to be afraid of.

Although the outer wall of the Dantian reinforced by the Flood Dragon Pill withstood the sword's strike, it remained very stable; however, its physical body was torn open with bloody gashes.

Xiao Ran didn't bother with the details; his spiritual energy consumption was extremely high.

The consumed Spiritual Power can only be replenished with resources, especially the beast core of the Golden Core Realm Magma Swallowing Beast, which can provide Xiao Ran is in the Qi Refining Realm, with extremely generous Spiritual Power rewards.

He closed his eyes, listening to everything around him with the Resonance of all things.

Even the voices of the dead.

On the other side.

After Chuyan was scattered by the dark shadow, she was so frightened that she stood frozen on the ground, unable to move an inch.

At first, she was terrified, but when she thought that Xiao Ran would definitely kneel down without her protection, she suddenly wasn't so scared anymore.

The right thing to do is to kill these shadowy figures as soon as possible and go find Xiao Ran.

She used her Sewing Needle Sword Art, constantly cutting through obstacles in the most ingenious and effortless way, heading in the direction she had just come from.

I don't know how much time has passed.

She still couldn't find Xiao Ran, but unexpectedly, she broke through the blood-mist-filled darkness of the night.

Before her was a sea of flowers.

A black monument stands in the middle.

There is a character Xuan carved on the black wall.

There are nearly a hundred ancient swords around, all stuck upside down in the sea of flowers. The swords are intact, ancient and rusty, yet they give people a sense of timelessness.

"It's the Profound-Rank Sword Mound! I actually arrived at the Profound-Rank Sword Mound!"

She almost shouted out in excitement.

She had previously estimated that she could only reach the Earth-tier at most, but she never expected to rush all the way up to the Profound-tier!

Because of the Sewing Needle Sword Art? Heaven is mysterious and earth is yellow. Mysterious is usually used to describe heaven, and it is the level closest to the Heaven Tier.

Although she didn't know how she got up there, she couldn't suppress her excitement.

However, she did not immediately choose a sword.

Instead, they looked up at the next step, the Heaven Tier, which resembled a fairyland.

Unfortunately, there's no one there...

Chuyan wondered if she had overestimated him.

Looking down, the Earth Rank Layer, the magnificent palaces... were still deserted.

Further down, in the Yellow Rank Layer, fertile land stretches for miles... yet still no one is to be seen.

Her gaze remained fixed downwards until she finally spotted Xiao Ran's figure in the distance, in the center of the barren land of the Sword Fence Layer.

He didn't move an inch, holding two Broken Swords in his hands...

They came from the same sword.