Rain Master looked at Su Xin, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Those in the Spirit Transformation Realm have long passed the stage of refining essence into qi and can go without food. But if even the vital energy of heaven and earth is gone, how long can you keep fasting?
Those who left took all the keys to the Nine-Layer Sword Pavilion with them, while the pavilion could only be opened from within with a key. So those trapped inside the Nine-Layer Sword Pavilion back then were effectively buried alive. Even if they did not starve to death, they would exhaust their lifespan and die of old age!"
Su Xin imagined the scene Rain Master had described. Even with his temperament, a chill ran down his spine.
Having fought countless life-and-death battles, Su Xin certainly possessed the madness to cast life and death aside.
But not fearing death was one thing. No martial artist wished to watch helplessly as he starved to death, or lived out a hundred meaningless years before dying of old age.
Yet there were only traces of battle within this layer of the Nine-Layer Sword Pavilion; they had not found any martial artists' remains.
Su Xin also thought of the Ning Family Ancestor who had left behind the Broken Sword.
Back then, the Ning Family Ancestor should have been one of those who left the Nine-Layer Sword Pavilion. However, he had secretly forged a key capable of opening it, likely intending to return to the pavilion at some point. And he was not the only one with such thoughts, which was why the other half of the Broken Sword had ended up in someone else's hands.
For some reason, though, the Ning Family Ancestor and that person had later changed their