Chapter Thirty-One: Burial Sword Pond

  The two waterfalls parted to reveal the Sword Peak Secret Cave and the Burial Pool of Swords. The two waterfalls were sealed by a sharp aura, resembling two water curtains dividing the two sides.

  Beside the giant cyan stone, Qi Tian raised his head once again. The two yin-yang fish revolved around each other, emitting a pure golden divine aura that seemed to pierce through everything.

  Ming saw Dao Ren let out a soft hum, his eyes fixed tightly on Qi Tian's pair of eyes, revealing a hint of contemplation.

  At this moment, in front of Qi Tian, the three golden divine swords took shape once again, their sword light shooting up into the sky and enveloping the entire firmament.

  The first sword sliced down, as if an ancient mountain was moving, and the countless trees and grass were crushed into powder. This one sword, Qitian saw it most clearly, contained the realm of Jianyun's lower boundary, heavy but effortless. However, this one sword contained a realm far deeper than his own. One sword fell, and all the trees and grass shattered, like an ancient mountain falling, not just superficially as he did.

  The divine sword fell, and Qi Tian's face turned pale, but he did not retreat a single step.

  The second divine sword fell, light as a willow catkin, but before Zitian, the entire sky seemed to split in two. The edge was thin and weak, yet it contained the power to crush ancient mountains.

  This sword, even Qitian couldn't see through it, only saw some clues, and similarly imprinted them in his heart.

  At this point, the second divine sword fell, and Qitian retreated two steps, with a distance of about five feet, his complexion becoming even paler.

  Two yin-yang fish in the eyes of Qitian, have turned into two golden lights, at this moment, as if there are two divine lights piercing through the void.

  Hummm...

  Around Zitian's body, a faint sword hum began to sound, and the purple bamboo sword on his back vibrated, almost bursting out of its scabbard.

  The third divine sword took shape. This divine sword was far from being as grand as the first two, but instead it was ordinary, only a four-foot-long golden sword.

  However, this third slash of the divine sword fell, as if ten thousand thunderbolts were rumbling, shattering all plants and trees, splitting the entire heaven and earth in two, revealing a chaotic void.

  Hmph!

  Violently retreating ten zhang away, three mouths of inverted blood spurted out one after another. This was the result of the tempering effect of his innate sword body. Even Qitian felt an unparalleled exhaustion, and the consumption of his mental energy was enormous, almost to the point of being drained dry.

  Not daring to slack off, he forcibly lifted his spirits, the sword manual circulating, stirring up the pre-heavenly sword energy flowing throughout his body, penetrating the 98 Daoist apertures.

  In half a short period of time, Yun Fei woke up from his meditation and clearly saw the Taoist glance at him and say, "You've seen several swords."

  "How many swords?" Yun Fei was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and said, "One sword, but this one sword, I have already remembered."

  Ming saw that Dao Ren was no longer speaking, and after half a stick of incense, a golden light burst forth from Qi Tian's body, shining through his entire being. The Pre-Heaven Sword Aura surrounded him, sparkling and translucent, seemingly even more solid than before.

  A golden spring fell down, Yun Fei was slightly surprised: "Another breakthrough!"

  After half a stick of incense, Qi Tian stood up. Although he still looked somewhat tired, the sharp aura on his body was even more intense than before.

  Qitian looked at Yunfei and his eyes lit up, saying: "Brother, you're about to understand!"

  Yun Fei also smiled and said: "Not bad, give me another half a month's time, I will be able to thoroughly comprehend that one sword, step into the lower realm of Sword Rhyme. It seems that in the future, this place will have to come often."

  Two people looked at Mingjian Daoist, and Mingjian Daoist took a sip of the purple bamboo wine, saying calmly: "This is the Burial Sword Pool, where the swords of generations of swordsmen from Jianfeng are buried. You two will stay inside for half a year, remember, the sword is born from the heart, one hundred layers of heaven! If you don't die, come out after half a year."

  "Half a year!" Yun Fei exclaimed, "Master, in just one month, I'll be able to condense the sword embryo! And as for my junior brother, half a year's time is enough to trigger the first tribulation of thunder!"

  The two men saw Daoist priest standing in front of them, but he didn't say a word. He simply waved his sleeve and the two men felt an invisible force gushing towards them, lifting them off the ground against their will and sending them tumbling into the cave.

  The sharp aura of the Banxian Waterfall also dissipated at the same time, and the Bai Zhang Waterfall fell again, covering the entrance to the cave.

  He sat down at the entrance of the cave, Yun Fei was slightly stunned, in front of the two of them, were the two piles of spiritual stones that had been left behind in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

  He silently picked up the fifty pieces of Golden Spirit Stone on the ground and walked towards the depths of the cave.

  "Junior brother, you——"

  "The master is not wrong. Seeking immortality and asking about the Tao, one is asking about their own path. No matter what tribulations there are, one must cross them oneself, others cannot substitute."

  Qitian's voice came from afar, sounding unusually calm.

  His gaze was somewhat complicated, Yun Fei looked at the falling Xian Pu, the mighty power of Bai Zhang Xian Pu, even if he condensed his sword fetus, it would be like an arm trying to stop a cart, and it was fundamentally impossible to get out.

  Gritting his teeth, Yun Fei stood up, hugged the Ling Stone, and caught up with Qi Tian's pace.

  The Sword Burial Pool is eerily quiet, an ancient cave that was opened up by the Xuanjian Upper Person five thousand years ago, taking its name from the burial of swords, where the Dao Swords of generations of swordsmen of the Jianfeng were buried.

  This ancient cave, every inch of land, is filled with a faint aura of sharpness, although it's thin, it's enough to make one's heart tremble.

  The path was not long, only ten zhang, and every step on this ten-zhang land made Qitian feel a deepening sense of ancient aura. After ten zhang, the footsteps of Qitian and his companion became heavy and slow, as if they had been poured into a thousand-ton stone, making it difficult to move forward. At the same time, the Burial Sword Pool appeared before them.

  This is a sword pool with an area of 100 square meters, and in the sword pool, there are exactly 100 stone steps. On each step, a Taoist sword stands upright. These swords are either brilliant and crystal clear or sharp and revealing their edges. As the steps extend, they appear more and more ordinary. At the end of the sword pool, on top of the 100th step, a wooden sword is inserted upside down. This wooden sword is simple and unadorned, without any sharp edge, but having existed for a long time, it bears the mark of endless years.

  This is the Sword Pool!

  A hundred swords and a hundred stone steps stretched out before the two, who stood facing each other under the same sky. The Sword Burial Pool seemed to have sensed their animosity, and a faint hum of swords began to rise, a sound that penetrated every pore and left an indelible mark on both of their hearts.

  "The sword is born from the heart, weighing as much as a hundred heavens!"

  With a glint in his eyes, he took a deep breath and stepped onto the first stone step.

  Hummm...

  In an instant, a series of invisible sharp auras rose up and fiercely slashed at Qitian's body.

  Pfft——

  Pfft——

  The Taoist robe was torn apart, revealing streaks of blood, but they were sealed off by a sharp aura.

  He took in a breath of cool air, Qitian gritted his teeth and didn't retreat.

  "Junior Brother!"

  Yun Fei exclaimed and was about to reach out to pull her back.

  "Wait!"

  He let out a low shout, closed his eyes, and suddenly sat down cross-legged on the ground. The sharp aura did not stop, and streaks of blood appeared on his body, his Taoist robe was torn to shreds, barely covering his body.

  Yun Fei stared intently at Qi Tian, and after half a stick of incense, Qi Tian's body was already covered in bloodstains. Every sword wound was extremely hideous. Finally, Yun Fei gritted his teeth, wanting to pull Qi Tian again.

  Hummm...

  Suddenly, a sword hum rose from Qitian's body. This sword hum resonated with the Purple Bamboo Sword, causing it to vibrate as well. The two sword hums merged, and at this moment, Yunfei was unable to resist, being branded into his heart by this sword hum.

  Incomparable speed, on Qitian's body, nearly a hundred bloodstains disappeared one by one, along with the tattered Taoist robe, also restored to its original state, everything was just like it was at the beginning, without any change.

  "I understand," Qitian walked down the stone steps, saying in a low voice, "The sword is born from the heart, through a hundred refinements of heaven, Master wants us to use our predecessors' sharpness to temper our minds and expand our spirit."

  "Cultivate your moral character and expand your mental energy."

  Yun Fei murmured a sentence and nodded slowly.

  Looking at the highest wooden sword, Qi Tian said: "I once heard that if you cultivate the sword path, first condense your sword gallbladder. The sword gallbladder is born once, and all illusions do not invade. I don't know, after stepping over this Sword Burial Pool, can a sword gallbladder be born?"

  Yun Fei nodded and turned back to look at the outside of the Sword Burial Pool, then threw all the spiritual stones in his arms onto the first stone step, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward.

  Qitian slightly furrowed his brow and shook his head, also stepping onto the first stone step, but didn't stay there. He continued on to the second one.