"Is it because I haven't been out of the mountains for too long that those ants outside have forgotten the name of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect?"

He stretched out his right hand to the west, and the spiritual power spread along his palm.

He extracted a tiny amount of breath the size of a grain of rice. This tiny amount of breath was suspended in his palm, constantly beating like the flame of an oil lamp.

A gray turtle shell appeared in his hand.

This tortoise shell is an extremely rare "spiritual-level divine tool" that can help people predict the future and relate cause and effect.

"Big Snow Mountain"

Xiang Xixing reached out and wrote three words on the tortoise shell.

His purpose was simple, which was to use this item to find the whereabouts of the Snow Mountain Ancestor. Before the head of Chunyang Sect and Xilou went down the mountain, they had mentioned the Snow Mountain Ancestor to him, and their first goal after going down the mountain was to find this person.

Xiang Xixing didn’t know whether the death of the two people was related to the Snow Mountain Ancestor, but he didn’t mind starting with this person.

If a person is dead, search along the traces of death.

If the person is alive, then he is the real murderer.

The spiritual light lit up, and the words written on the tortoise shell faded and disappeared like absorbed water. A circle of strange power appeared on the veins of the tortoise pattern. The scattered light spots were like living fireflies, converging towards the center from eight different directions.

BANG!!

Eight points of light converged and before Xixing had time to take a closer look, a loud noise was heard.

This piece of "Heavenly Spiritual Artifact" that had accompanied him through several reincarnations was blown into pieces on the spot. The arm holding the tortoise shell was broken at the elbow, and the broken shell exploded like flowers scattered by a fairy. The tortoise shell pierced his forehead and chest, leaving one shocking wound after another.

"sword?"

The severed arm grew back, and the center of his brow and chest returned to their pre-injury state. Even the blood on his clothes shrank back on its own.

Going west, he recalled the ancient character he had "seen" before the turtle shell exploded.

"Could it be the Ancient Sword Sect?"

Xiang Xixing's eyes flickered, thinking that his plan was discovered by the Ancient Sword Sect, so they took this opportunity to plot against him. This result was easy to accept, and only the "immortal weapon" behind the Upper Nine Sects could explode the "Heavenly Spirit Weapon".

Otherwise, a mere casual cultivator, even if he was at the Hedao level, would not be able to explode his spiritual weapon, unless the casual cultivator had a deeper background than him.

But how could such a thing be possible?

The only explanation is that the Ancient Sword Sect wanted to use this incident to give him a warning.

After finding the 'real murderer', Xiangxixing began to adjust the plan. After planning for so long, it was absolutely impossible to give up, so he could only adjust the way to proceed.

Three months passed quickly.

Chen Luo kept a low profile in the market town for three months, and the expected pursuit did not occur.

This made him feel relieved.

If the ancestor of the Pure Yang Sect really came to kill him with the immortal weapon, he would have no choice but to give up this body, end the "borrowing the ancient" and return early. But now it seems that things have not developed to that point, and the ancestor of the Pure Yang Sect does not have such great courage.

"The immortal weapon is not so easy to use. There must be some restrictions."

There were too few clues, and Chen Luo thought for a long time but couldn’t find any useful information.

We can only leave it alone for now.

The time for the Ancient Sword Sect to return to the mountain has finally arrived. Chen Luo took the Ancient Sword Sect’s disciple identity card, successfully passed the Ancient Sword Sect’s inspection, and disappeared in the market town.

After passing through the inter-domain teleportation array, Chen Luo finally understood why he had never been able to find the whereabouts of the Ancient Sword Sect. This sect was not in the original Xiuxian world at all, but was isolated in a realm outside the world.

In the world eight thousand years later, realms are very common.

But in this era, the realm is like a paradise, with a feeling of being far away from worldly disputes and high above.

"The spiritual energy is at least twenty times denser than the world below. It's like a completely different world."

After walking out of the teleportation array, Chen Luo took a deep breath.

In the Corpse Immortal Dao era eight thousand years later, the upper world had many high-level spiritual veins. Chen Luo had seen many fourth-level and even fifth-level spiritual veins. But in this era eight thousand years ago, the number of spiritual veins in the world of immortal cultivation was very rare. Except for some special places, the general sect had at most one third-level spiritual vein.

In a barren place like the Great Snow Mountain, there is not even a first-level spiritual vein. The immortal cultivators living there can only rely on some flowing spiritual places such as spiritual springs and spiritual eyes to practice. This also leads to the fact that the cultivation level of the immortal cultivators in that area is generally not high.

The realm where the Ancient Sword Sect is located is completely different.

The difference is from top to bottom.

The concentration of the spirit at the gate alone was comparable to that of a fourth-order spirit vein. No wonder the Dao Sect disciples I met before always felt superior. How could someone who had been practicing in a place like this since entering the Dao look down on the casual practitioners outside?

"Have you decided what to change?"

A voice interrupted Chen Luo's thoughts.

A woman in a black sword robe sat at the entrance of the Ancient Sword Sect, yawning in boredom. Judging from her attire, she should be the mission elder of the Ancient Sword Sect.

A strong man in the middle stage of Return to Void.

The powerful people who are rarely seen in the world of immortal cultivation can be seen everywhere in the Ancient Sword Sect.

It felt like ascending to heaven, and all the strong men gathered in this small area.

"If you haven't thought it through, just leave it alone and don't delay things."

Seeing that Chen Luo didn't say anything, the mission elder urged him impatiently. She thought Chen Luo hadn't decided what to exchange for, so she didn't think much about it. This situation was very common to her. The merit points in the Ancient Sword Sect were very precious, and there were too many things to exchange. Most of the disciples who returned from the mission would think for a long time, wishing to split one merit point into two.

"In exchange for cultivation experience and a place in the sect."

Chen Luo picked up the identity token and handed it over.

The merit points on the identity token were all accumulated by the deceased disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect during their lifetime. It would be a waste to keep them, so Chen Luo found a few useful things on the mission elder's list that he could afford and exchanged them for them.

The mission elder did not ask any questions. He took the identity token and pressed it on the stone slab.

The merit points on the token disappeared instantly, and then the mission elder took out a few light balls from the storage bag and threw them to Chen Luo.

Holding the exchanged items, Chen Luo walked towards his residence following the obsession that remained in his mind.

Obsessive memories are incomplete, and many details are missing.

Chen Luo also spent a lot of effort to find the exact location. Fortunately, he did not arouse anyone's suspicion along the way. The atmosphere inside the Ancient Sword Sect is very cold, which may be related to the character of the sword cultivators. Unless they are close friends, they may not even bother to say a word when they meet each other.

"Twenty-seven thousand years"

In the courtyard, Chen Luo put down the cultivation experience in his hand, feeling a little shocked.

He chose to exchange for the cultivation experience because it recorded many details of the cultivation recorded by the predecessors of the Ancient Sword Sect when they comprehended the sword skills.

The time span of this sword experience book is the longest among the mission elders. It has changed hands for a total of 27 owners. The earliest one among these 27 people is a person who lived 27,000 years ago and was named Qiushui Sword Master.

The era when this Qiushui Sword Master practiced was much more prosperous than the present. In his experience, Qiushui Sword Master mentioned many spiritual materials needed for daily practice, which are almost extinct in this era, and a large part of them are only left with a name.

Afterwards, Chen Luo carefully observed the records of the next twenty-six people and found that the spiritual materials consumed by these people in their daily practice were constantly changing and downgrading.

From this detail, it can be seen that the spiritual energy in the world of immortal cultivation has been declining.

Eight thousand years later, the spiritual energy of the Corpse Immortal Dao has declined even more severely. It is so serious that the mainstream immortal cultivation method has withdrawn from the stage of history. In order to save spiritual energy, later generations of immortal cultivators can only use the dead predecessors as resources.

Practicing with the help of corpses!

"We must dig out a brain from 27,000 years ago. This Qiushui Sword Master is a good one."

Putting down the manual, Chen Luo wrote down several potential "seniors" from it, and planned to wait until the hype died down and then make a special trip to pay tribute to them.

After setting the goal, Chen Luo picked up the "Quota" mark next to him. This mark was the cheapest reward from the mission elder, and only required one merit point. After exchanging the task card for experience, there was still one merit point left, so Chen Luo exchanged it with the mentality of not wasting it.

The 'quota' is not the quota for disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, but the quota for practicing in the mountains.

Those who hold the "quota" can enter the Ancient Sword Sect to practice and enjoy the spiritual energy far beyond the world of immortal cultivation. If a genius with extraordinary qualifications only needs to stay here for one day, he can save several years or even decades of practice time. Once such a genius is discovered, he will be immediately accepted into the sect and become a formal disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect.

This is also a way for the Ancient Sword Sect to absorb fresh blood.

"It's just right for Brother Mu."

Chen Luo weighed it for a moment, reached out and took out a piece of talisman paper, engraved "quota" into it, and then poured spiritual power into it.

The talisman paper instantly ignited, and a paper crane with flapping wings flew out from the black flames, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the outside world.

Three days later.

The talisman lit up, and another person returned with him.

It was Mu Jianyu who had failed to break through and went out to explore. Chen Luo left a mark on her body, which would make it easy for him to find her anytime and anywhere.

"You got in already?"

Mu Jianyu is still a little shocked.

The group of them came here to "borrow the ancient times", and their biggest goal was the Ancient Sword Sect. The name of the Upper Nine Sects was too famous in the "Corpse Immortal Dao" era eight thousand years later, and everyone wanted to know their origins. Mu Jianyu also wanted to know. It was a pity that the Upper Nine Sects were extremely mysterious, and ordinary people could not find them at all.

The 'Upper Nine Sects' are like a circle surrounded by high walls, and people from outside cannot get in at all.

Mu Jianyu had already given up, but Chen Luo came in and gave her a "place". (End of this chapter)