Within the ancient aura, inside the final stone chamber of the underground palace, specks of rosy light shimmered across all four walls. They had been built from a kind of brilliant luminous stone, like stars scattered across the night sky.
On those walls hung several paintings—some portraits, some treasures. In one of them, Chen Fan saw the Wuya Sword he had wielded in those days.
The sword itself had been forged from hundred-tempered steel, and there was a groove in its hilt where a jade bead left behind by his master had once rested. Later, as his understanding of Sword Intent deepened, the Wuya Sword began to develop its own spiritual awareness. Yet Chen Fan had barely succeeded in Foundation Establishment when disaster struck. He died with bitterness in his heart and was reborn. Hundreds of years had passed, but the sword remained.
"These paintings were all done by my mother. She was not a disciple of the Immortal Sect, yet she had deep ties to it." Qin Xian'er stepped slowly into the stone chamber and spoke softly as she looked at the ancient paintings.
But suddenly, her steps paused. She turned slightly toward Chen Fan and said with utmost seriousness, "Because my biological father... is the Immortal Sect's sect master, He Cangfeng!"
Then she suddenly gave a faint smile, one brimming with mockery.
"I took my mother's surname, Qin. You once asked me about the reverse cultivation technique. Before my mother passed away, she transformed all her lifelong cultivation into spiritual energy and passed it on to me. But I alone could not bear such vast power, so half of it went to my senior sister. Yet after dispersing her cultivation, the injuries within her body completely spiraled out of control. From then on, she fell into eternal slumber.