Chapter 64: The Three Schools Gather

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  In the demon city, a killing machine is brewing, and in just a few days, many big shots have arrived.

  This Demon Prison Battlefield is under the control of the Qingyun Sect, Yao Xian Valley, and Zi Yue Dong Tian, three major underground sects. Outsiders are not allowed to intervene.

  After several days, the three major forces condensed into divine splendor above the Magic City, surging up to the ninth heaven, like three heavenly pillars standing under the sky, majestic and boundless, with no one surpassing the others.

  The Seventh Day

  At dawn, the first ray of sunlight fell on the Magic City. Qi Tian was shrouded in golden light, like a divine being. The golden light was dazzling and flawless. The golden sword's aura enveloped the entire hall, suddenly surging back like a tsunami.

  Recite

  A sword hummed like thunder, and in the next moment, the Purple Bamboo Sword was out of its scabbard and fell into Qitian's hand.

  Rumble...

  The purple bamboo sword's power slashes, the sword's rhyme condenses into shape, transforming into a silver-colored thunderbolt, attached to the top of the purple bamboo sword. The unmatched sharpness tears through the air, like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, landing on the ground.

  Pfft——

  It was just an invisible edge, and the ground suddenly cracked open a ditch of about ten feet, three feet deep. Without using the pre-heavenly sword energy, there were taboos in the magic city, and the root was unknown. Qi Tian did not want to offend rashly.

  "Two Soul Jade Marbles, unexpectedly raised my Sword Intent by a full two levels. These seven days of comprehending the sword rhyme, the heavens and earth are increasingly clear, the realm of the sword rhyme has thunder and lightning manifesting, it can be said that I have reached the peak."

  Refined Soul Pearl for seven days, Qitian Jing has made great progress, but unfortunately the Soul Pearl is exhausted and the sword recognition can no longer be improved.

  Yun Fei walked out of the house, under the old locust tree, drinking alone, muttering to himself in front of the old man's grave, occasionally pouring a mouthful.

  "It's out!"

  Yun Fei looked up and down, sizing him up with a single glance, saying: "Indeed, you're different from before, it seems like there's been a huge improvement. More than 50 Scarlet Soul Pearls, how many have you refined?"

  "Already gone."

  As he spoke, he waved his sleeve and a crystal-like soul bead fell in front of Yun Fei.

  "More than 50 Scarlet Soul Beads and 2 Cyan Soul Beads, you've actually refined them all!" Yun Fei exclaimed, "This is unbelievable! A congenital sword body, yet it can refine so many in one go."

  "Is there something different?"

  Yun Fei shook his head: "Five days ago, I refined forty scarlet soul beads and felt my sea of consciousness overflowing, unable to refine any more. I went out and asked some Daoists, generally, those in the initial stage of their spiritual journey can only refine thirty scarlet soul beads before feeling their sea of consciousness overflow. Few can refine more, and none of them are ordinary, all having extraordinary physical qualities and innate talents. After the initial refinement, as one's cultivation grows and they advance, their sea of consciousness expands, allowing them to refine soul beads once again."

  Yun Fei waved his hand and sent the remaining dozen or so Red Soul Beads and a single Green Soul Bead in front of Qi Tian.

  "I have yet to grasp the subtleties of weight and lightness, and breaking through the boundaries will take some time. These soul pearls can be refined by you first. I'm curious, how much more sword intent can your ocean of consciousness hold?"

  He didn't decline, and Qitian took the Soul Pearl. He concentrated his mind and found that more than half of his spiritual sea was still empty, and he could refine many more Soul Pearls. At that time, his sword intent would be so powerful that it would surpass many of his peers.

  Yun Fei paused for a moment and said thoughtfully: "The eight peaks' leaders are all extraordinary in physique, I don't know how many soul pearls they can refine."

  Qitian did not speak, Moyu was once an opportunity, Sanzong disciples improved their cognitive abilities, many people's cognitive abilities would become extremely powerful, and due to differences in physical talent, a greater gap was opened.

  After that, for ten consecutive days, Qi Tian was refining the Soul Pearl and swallowing the Spirit Stone. His sword rhyme realm improved due to the enhancement of his sword recognition, and his cultivation naturally rose with it. The first piece of mid-grade Golden Spirit Stone was finally depleted, becoming a waste stone. Feeling the surging life energy within him, the Sword Embryo became even more solidified, and the Innate Sword Qi grew even sharper. Qi Tian even felt that he could easily suppress others, as if he had reached the Recognized God Realm.

  Ten days later, he walked out of the pavilion again. Above the Magic City, the three major forces had completely condensed. The three divine pillars stood upright in the void, suppressing the Magic City and intimidating all the sects.

  "This time, it seems that there will be a big move, many big shots have arrived, and the atmosphere is quite frightening at first," Yun Fei said thoughtfully, "I don't know if Master has arrived."

  The Qing ancestral tomb is about to be opened, and there may be great danger. The two of them received the Subduing Demon Order, if a clear and upright Taoist comes, they will also have some confidence.

  "I don't know, can only take it one step at a time."

  Qitian shook his head, he had already opened up a vast and boundless path, his heart was straightforward and direct, he had already possessed the heart of a strong person, and did not want to rely on others.

  Yun Fei seemed to have gained insight from the words, and the two of them drank wine under the old locust tree, accompanying the old man. From time to time, they would discuss swordsmanship or talk about some cultivation methods. Three days later, three tall figures with a majestic aura rose into the sky and arrived at the peak of the Demon City.

  Qingyun Sect Master, Ming Bing Dao Ren.

  Yaocun Valley Medicine King, Qingchen Daochang.

  Zi Yue Dong Tian Tai Shang Lao Mo You Chen.

  Three grand figures emerged, instantly drawing the attention of the entire Demon City. In that instant, the three heavenly pillars standing atop the city simultaneously collapsed, transforming into a divine rain that poured down upon the city.

  "The three sects' disciples enter the Blood Gate!"

  The voices of the three dignitaries sounded simultaneously, instantly spreading throughout the entire Magic Castle.

  "I don't know what actions the sects will take, but I always feel that the three major sects are well-prepared. In comparison, the small competition between the nine peaks of Qingyun Sect seems insignificant."

  Qitian nodded: "Although Dongsan Wang is a demon king, he might have just coincidentally encountered him. The real root of the problem lies with Qingzu's ancestral tomb."

  Yun Fei furrowed his brow and said, "The Qingzu is the ancestor of the ancient demon tribe. It's said that there are only descendants, but no inheritors. The ancestral tomb was left behind, which might be where the inheritance lies. In the five continents and numerous demonic battlefields, there are ancestral tombs everywhere, but the only one controlled by the demon tribe is the Nanhuang Demon Domain. For nearly endless years in ancient times, the demon tribe has not obtained the Qingzu's inheritance in the demon domain. It seems that it might be hidden in my four continents."

  "So, the emergence of Dongsan Wang can also be explained. It's difficult for the Di Fu Sect, and the demon king cannot bear it either. But what is his purpose? Is it really as he said?"

  He furrowed his brow, this matter was somewhat suspicious, however, compared to the Qing ancestor's tomb, he would rather see the sword mausoleum that had one hundred and eight divine swords.

  Here is the translation:

  The sky and earth here have sun and moon rotating, yet vast and boundless, as if in ancient times, it was subtle.

  At first, not only did the Wudang Xian Tao disappear without a trace, but the entire world no longer had any Xian Tao. It was as if it had entered an unusual path. Now that the Xian Tao has reappeared, he is even more deeply involved in it. Qitian Yinyue feels that perhaps there are great secrets hidden between the two lands, but for now, he is unable to investigate them. He can only search for the Sword Mausoleum, and maybe then he will be able to glimpse a hint of the mystery.

  Finally leaving the old house, the two buried two jars of purple bamboo wine under the old locust tree and another jar in front of the old man's grave. After living in seclusion for half a month, they had to bid each other farewell.

  Makai Toshi

  The wine rack is still there, but the old man's cigarette smell is gone. The wine aroma seems a bit dull and ordinary. Many Taoists still buy wine, they are calm and composed, and don't mind this change.

  Entering the Blood Gate, in the Town of Demons Valley, Qi Tian saw many familiar faces from the Qing Yun Sect, all of whom were present.

  He stood outside the group, alone and isolated, as if his body hid the great Tao within. The height of his realm was unimaginable, yet he still lingered in the realm of spiritual awareness.

  Yun Bi stood elegantly, her body radiating a misty aura. Her skin was as fair as jade, and she was surrounded by people, yet she did not mingle with the women from Lotus Peak. At this moment, seeing Qi Tian and the other arrive, a hint of coldness flashed in her phoenix-like eyes.

  Zhitian noticed that in just half a month, everyone's aura had undergone significant changes. Especially the seventeen Eight Peaks' leaders, except for Bu Qingtian, who couldn't see the depth of their cultivation, the other seven people all exuded incredibly powerful and majestic auras, although they hadn't fully grasped control yet, and were still somewhat rough around the edges.

  At this moment, the three sects' disciples gathered at Town Demon Valley, with many scattered cultivators watching from afar but not showing themselves. The Qing ancestor's tomb has an irresistible temptation, containing unimaginable Dao treasures. Qi Tian guessed that some of the scattered cultivators also received the Sunken Fiend Order, but they were intimidated by the three sects' prestige and didn't dare to make any moves for the time being, lest they become the target of everyone's attacks and die before even entering the tomb. (Seeking recommendation votes, don't relax, we must be more brilliant!)