(I've been operating at a high load for the past few months, and I'm a little tired of writing. I'll focus on resting during the Chinese New Year, with only one update per day! I also plan to use this time to think and sort out the plot. Please forgive me! I wish you all a relaxing and happy Spring Festival!)
Smoke shrouded the mountains, and the strange peaks remained.
Zhang Yuanjing arrived from the south, breaking through the air and landing in Xue Wang Mountain, heading straight for the deep pool. Beastly howls echoed through the mist from time to time, but as soon as they sensed his aura, they all avoided him from afar.
Before long, he reached the cold pool, but only a bottomless pit remained, without a drop of the clear water.
According to Hu Tiancong, the previous few times he entered the mountain to investigate, there was no water in the pool either.
In that case, the mechanism set up in the mausoleum must be that if those who enter do not come out, the entrance here will not recover.
Zhang Yuanjing leaped down, falling into the deep pit. After falling rapidly for more than ten breaths, he reached the bottom, which was already more than a thousand feet below the surface. He stomped his feet hard, and the soil was quite hard, but it contained more moisture than ordinary soil. He then used the Earth Dividing Art, drilling into the ground and heading straight down.
After descending another thousand feet, the earth's force became too great, and he gradually felt uncomfortable. So he used the Mountain Moving Art and the Earth Splitting Art to break open the cracks in the earth and continue to delve deeper.
The water vapor gradually thickened, and at four thousand feet, he faintly heard the sound of rushing water. After descending another hundred feet, he saw an underground river, and followed the water down, falling into a large underground lake.
The clear water in front of him flowed without wind, and the sound of the water roared.
He extended his divine sense into the water, but could not see the bottom even at a thousand feet. The clear water was strange and could block divine sense, and going further down was beyond his ability.
He sank into the water for more than ten feet, and the clear water was icy cold, freezing flesh and blood, but it was not enough to make his meridians heavy, his aura stagnant, or to sink him to the bottom and immobilize him.
He took out the six jade pieces he had newly made over the past six months and the original Clock Jade, and placed them in the water.
The newly made six jade pieces began to tremble, drawing unknown power from the water, while the Clock Jade was not as obvious, but it also absorbed some. After a few breaths, a clear light rushed out from the bottom of the water, jumping on the seven jade pieces, connecting them all. The others quickly rotated, releasing phantoms such as flying swords, fire fans, giant bells, bronze tripods, spirit umbrellas, stone tablets, and demon beasts, just like last time.
Immediately, a vortex appeared, engulfing him and the seven jade pendants, heading straight down. This time, he was already a Nascent Soul True Person, with a stronger divine sense, and could clearly see that the vortex was carrying him straight down several thousand feet, entering the deepest part of the earth, rushing in from a bronze gate, and finally falling into a dark stone chamber.
Last time, because he was holding the Umbrella Jade, he entered the Evil-warding Stele space and fought a deadly battle with Yin Tianfu. This time, he was carrying seven jade pieces, and he didn't know which space he would fall into.
He opened his divine sense and was stunned to find that there was not a single stele here.
"Zhang San, do you still remember this place?"
"Reporting, Master, Zhang San remembers that this place was a place for cultivation in the past, but I cannot sense the aura of the other spiritual treasures."
Zhang Yuanjing pondered for a moment, then moved with his Qi. The darkness receded from both sides, and the front gradually brightened, but it was always hazy, and he couldn't see where he was going.
He always had a question: what exactly was the Myriad Realms Cauldron, and what was its relationship with Xuan Tian Ancestor and Yun Sheng? And what was their relationship with this Xue Wang Divine Mausoleum?
According to the records, the Xue Wang Divine Mausoleum already existed when the Xuan Tian Sect established its mountain gate in Tianque Mountain. So, did the two ancestors bring the Myriad Realms Cauldron, or was it originally in the Xue Wang Divine Mausoleum? If it was the former, then before the Xuan Tian Sect, the cultivators of this world could fly away from the world on their own without the permission of the Myriad Realms Cauldron. However, from the records he had seen, there seemed to be no legends of cultivators flying to other worlds. If it was the latter, then did the Myriad Realms Cauldron settle in the Xue Wang Divine Mausoleum on its own, or was it related to that Xue Wang God? This undoubtedly shows that either the Xue Wang Divine Mausoleum hides a mystery, or the Xue Wang God is extraordinary.
In any case, the Xue Wang Divine Mausoleum should not be underestimated.
After about ten breaths, a deep voice came from the front: "Come, sword!"
Zhang Yuanjing stopped and put on the Source Stone Armor, looking vigilantly ahead.
In the hazy light, a sword broke through the air. Behind it, the space was cut open like thin paper, revealing a beautiful valley. The trees were lush, the grass was green, and the clear springs were murmuring. A man in white was playing the zither and singing, saying: "Raise your head to the golden mountain, the moon floats and sinks, leaning against the sky, the sword of ten thousand miles rings!"
The long sword was as black as ink, circling in the air before slowly falling. The white-clothed cultivator pushed the zither away, stood up, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, flicking it with a finger, making a "cen cen" sound.
"The sword is named Iron Bone, implying unyielding strength, only the Tao!" The white-clothed cultivator looked at Zhang Yuanjing, his face blurred, as if in endless flux, unable to be determined at the moment. "After achieving the Nascent Soul, I encountered injustice, but was powerless to resist. I forcibly endured it, my heart was filled with anger, and I had no way to vent it, so I cast this sword to express my aspirations!"
"A friend has come from afar, is it not a delight! Let's use this sword to make friends and participate in the Great Dao together. Please enlighten me!"
The white-clothed cultivator turned the blade of his sword, cupped his fist and saluted Zhang Yuanjing. Zhang Yuanjing nodded and returned the salute.
"Iron bones are unyielding, unbending, unyielding to death! The sword and the man are the same!"
After the white-clothed cultivator finished speaking, he stepped forward, heading straight for the center, and slashed down with his sword.
Zhang Yuanjing had already attached the Source Stone to his fists as gauntlets, and struck out with a straight punch, colliding with the long sword.
"Clang!"
The sword was extremely hard, and the force was immense, but Zhang Yuanjing's heavy punch with the Source Stone was even better.
The long sword trembled violently. The white-clothed cultivator leaned back from the impact of the huge force, but his feet were fixed in place, not retreating at all. He rotated his arms and slashed again with his sword.
Zhang Yuanjing punched him in the face, knocking the dark iron sword upwards.
The white-clothed cultivator's aura soared, twisting his body and slashing again, but he was still parried by Zhang Yuanjing's fist.
The white-clothed cultivator's movements suddenly accelerated, slashing out one sword after another, either straight or diagonally, each sword aimed at Zhang Yuanjing's fist. Zhang Yuanjing countered tit-for-tat, neither dodging nor retreating, nor defending, but meeting force with force, attack with attack.
The two of them went back and forth, and soon exchanged more than a hundred moves. The Iron Bone Sword was covered with traces of impact and slashes. The Source Stone was also scarred.
At first, Zhang Shi cried and begged a few times, but Zhang Yuanjing only told it to be patient for a moment. After a long time, Zhang Shi got used to the impact and stopped making a sound. As for the sword marks left on the surface, they were actually just "skin wounds" that could be restored after being nourished in Zhang Yuanjing's dantian for a few days.
The white-clothed cultivator became more and more excited as he fought, and after a hundred moves, he laughed loudly, calling it a pleasure.
At this time, Zhang Yuanjing suddenly realized that the man's face had a contour, rough and tough.
After another thirty moves, his face was completely revealed. This was a middle-aged man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, with sharp features and fiery eyes. He had an approving smile on his lips, but the sword in his hand was getting faster and stronger, slashing the Source Stone until it sparked.
Zhang Yuanjing used the Sky Supporting Art to unleash the power contained in his bones, and punched with all his might, fighting the long sword.
After another hundred moves, the middle-aged man suddenly retreated, and the sword in his hand had disappeared.
"Fellow Daoist is very strong. Let this sword intent be given to you! Goodbye!"
The white clothes were like smoke, drifting away. The mountain wind came slowly, like a dream.
Zhang Yuanjing's heart moved, and he took out the Sword Jade. As expected, the jade pendant had changed, and a sharp aura permeated the jade, as if it were tangible.
