"It's spiritual rain! Quick! Sit down and reflect!"
The monks who rushed over after hearing the news bowed in the direction of the spiritual power funnel and sat down cross-legged.
The light in the sky made the area around the Sea of Fire look magnificent. The spiritual rain that fell was not like ordinary raindrops and evaporated in mid-air.
Looking at the splashing water and ripples on the ground, the old cultivator's face showed a look of nostalgia.
"It's been a long time since we've seen rain in the Yanhai area. Now, thanks to this spiritual rain, the temperature has dropped a lot."
A monk standing by nodded upon hearing this.
"But this spiritual rain... doesn't look like it belongs to that senior."
"It's possible that the senior's junior had a breakthrough here, so he might be guarding here."
"I've lived for so many years, but this is the first time I've truly felt the Nascent Soul Spirit Rain. It really makes my life worthwhile."
Both of them were filled with emotion.
This kind of thing might not be particularly unusual in a large sect, but for some independent cultivators who have been risking their lives all their lives, especially those with poor qualifications, no background, and not much luck, encountering such a thing is already an opportunity.
After all, in their world, more cultivators are stuck at the foundation-building stage and the golden elixir stage, and eventually they have to live out their lifespans and die.
They have also become indifferent to many things. It is not easy to cultivate immortality. If everyone can cultivate to become an immortal, then wouldn’t the world be overrun with immortals?
There are always countless people who are eliminated by layer upon layer of restrictions.
The spiritual rain nourishes the world of Yanhai, and the scorched yellow soil that has cracked due to the high temperature is quietly sprouting tender green.
When the sun rises again, countless spirit birds circle in the sky.
It looks spectacular.
Shen Qingyi slowly opened his eyes, the red line on his forehead gradually disappeared, and his eyes gradually returned to their original color.
Looking at the sword in his hand, Shen Qingyi couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
"Dustless Sword..."
Shen Qingyi still remembered the seemingly endless killing during the inner demon calamity. The pen in her hand was stained red with blood little by little, gradually became dim, and then cracks appeared one after another, until it finally broke completely.
The monks who fought alongside her also fell one after another.
Lives were ruthlessly taken on the battlefield, and so were hers.
There is no so-called protagonist there...
She felt the killing that she hated, the cruelty of war, and even more so, the fragility and cycle of life!
Shen Qingyi never thought that his Nascent Soul Heart Demon Tribulation would be presented in this way.
The Wuchen Sword in his hand had a hint of dark red hidden in its ink color, as if it had been stained by blood for a long time, and had become one with it, flowing slowly like its life.
But the Dustless Sword is different from ordinary swords.
After recognizing its master, some information about it also appeared in Shen Qingyi's mind.
The ancestor who forged it died before it was completed, so only half a foot of dust was left.
However, this half-foot dust-free thing made countless cultivators shudder in the world of immortal cultivation in the past.
The ruthless way of killing! Who would not retreat and avoid it when seeing it?
Its reputation for killing is well-known in the world of immortal cultivation!
And the blurry figure that recognized its master was the sword soul of the Wuchen Sword.
However, after experiencing that horrific war, the Wuchen Sword was originally destined to be destroyed, but at the last moment, it was thrown out of the battlefield by its master.
However, a sword only recognizes one master, and the loyal and brave Wuchen Sword Soul does not want to live alone in the world after the master's death.
But the final words of his master letting him live are still vivid in his mind.
After thousands of years of torture, the Wuchen Sword finally didn't want its master to be alone, so its sword spirit destroyed itself.
However, before self-destruction, he used all his strength to create a new sword spirit, and left some of its memories sealed in the sword body, just waiting for its next master to appear and treat it well.
The new Dustless Sword Soul created by the previous Sword Soul might not be able to be born successfully, but at that time he could no longer care about that.
Even though his soul was scattered, he did not retreat.
Fortunately, the Wuchen Sword returned to the Tianxu Sect along with the breath of its origin, and by chance fell into the Tomb of Divine Weapons.
The Tomb of Divine Weapons naturally has a nourishing effect on all kinds of weapons. Over the countless years there, new sword spirits have been born with the right time, place and people.
The ignorant sword spirit has been hidden in the Tomb of Divine Weapons for tens of thousands of years, just waiting for the right person.
Until it feels the call from fate.
After being suppressed a few times, Wuchenjian learned his lesson this time and found a substitute, then he sneaked out.
After signing the contract with Shen Qingyi, the seal of the Wuchen Sword was completely opened.
The bloody evil energy triggered the inner demon calamity, which gave rise to Shen Qingyi's Nascent Soul inner demon.
Shen Qingyi looked inward with her spiritual sense and found that the small figure was standing deep in her sea of consciousness with his back to her.
There were a few little guys standing by, watching eagerly.
Zhu Sheng reacted quite strongly to this guy who suddenly recognized his master.
The other little guys had formed a united front because they had stayed with Zhu Sheng for a long time, so they looked at the silent Wuchen Sword Soul with some vigilance.
At this moment, Wuchen Sword Soul is no longer the graceful man he used to be, but has become a little boy.
His hair was silver, half of it was tied up with a small sword, and the other half was loose.
Wearing a black robe and with his hands behind his back, he looked quite mature and old, but his chubby little face was really a contradiction.
"Wu Chen."
Hearing Shen Qingyi's voice, the other little guys ran happily to Shen Qingyi's side, leaving Wu Chen alone standing there, not saying a word, just watching them silently.
It was Pan Kong who spoke first.
"His mind hasn't fully awakened yet, and he relies more on instinct. He's just completed the contract and released the seal, which has used up a lot of his energy. He's now even more trapped in chaos. It will take some time for him to fully awaken his mind."
This made Zhusheng and his group breathe a sigh of relief.
The way it showed when it recognized its master scared the little guys so much that they didn't even notice Pan Kong at that time!
Pan Kong was also a little embarrassed, but it was not his fault.
If it was just this Wuchen Sword Soul that had just awakened, he would definitely be able to discover it.
The main reason is that before this Wuchen Sword Soul recognized its master, it still had the power left by the previous sword soul.
That sword spirit was no ordinary one. In the initial perception, Pan Kong even felt that Wu Chen's previous sword spirit had absorbed the power of origin.
With the protection of the origin and the guy's hiding skills, he didn't pay special attention and ignored it.
Fortunately, the sword soul of the current Wuchen Sword is newly born, otherwise, based on the murderous aura that surged into the sky at the beginning, Pan Kong would have to suspect that Wuchen recognized his master, or even wanted to take over his body and kill him.
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