The successive sect masters of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect had all coveted the inheritance stone stele on Demon Abyss Island, yet it also gave them endless headaches. Its requirements were simply too harsh and cumbersome.
Even the slightest shortcoming would not do.
Just passing the first trial—the demonic intent within the demonic mist—was enough that perhaps only one person out of ten thousand could succeed. Only then could they reach the inheritance valley and begin attempting to obtain the first half of the Slaughter Demon Sword Art.
This process itself carried an enormous risk of failure.
And the odds of successfully cultivating the first half of the Slaughter Sword Art were still pitifully low.
It was precisely because of these interlocking, crushingly high failure rates that, for thousands of years, the Nine Heavens Sword Sect had never succeeded.
The only exception was a sect master who had obtained the complete sword art, but in the end, lacking the Undying Demon Heart Art, his heart shattered, forcing him to seize another body and be reborn.
"Leave..."
At the thought of those old events, Xu Jianjiu's head throbbed. With a sweep of his great sleeve, he dismissed everyone, then sat cross-legged and quietly began cultivating.
On Demon Abyss Island.
Black demonic mist filled the air, and from time to time came bursts of ghostly wails and wolfish howls.
At first, Chen Changming did not feel anything obvious. But as he ventured deeper into the demonic mist, illusory shadows began to emerge before his eyes, vague and indistinct.
Xie Lingyun shook his head, flinging away the phantom images before his eyes, then said fearfully, "Fellow Daoist Chen, the demonic intent has begun attacking. Should we split up?"
"Why?"
Chen Changming looked at him curiously.
*This kid isn't planning to sneak off