Wuling Valley is located in Zhongzhou, surrounded by mountains. There is thick fog around the valley all year round.

Legend has it that Wuling Valley is the cave left behind by the last immortal Yuanchen before he ascended to heaven. There is a magic circle in the thick fog outside the valley that will make any cultivator who rashly enter lose their way.

In a cycle of sixty years, Wuling Valley will only be open for one month. During this month, the thick fog will dissipate and people will have the opportunity to see its true face.

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In the sword pavilion, after the quenching was completed, a dragon roar suddenly appeared in the sky.

Sheng He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at the sword in his hand. The sword was two feet and seven inches long, slightly shorter than Ao Shuang. The sword body was extremely thin and light blue in color, exuding a chilling chill in the sunlight.

The hilt of the sword was made of the thousand-year-old dragon blood stone that Chu Heng had given it. It felt warm to the touch and was dark black overall, with only a few hints of blood red showing under the sunlight.

Sheng He picked up the sword and casually performed the Qingyun Sword Technique. The blade of the sword was very sharp, and the sound of breaking through the air kept ringing in the air. Perhaps it was made of dragon bones, and the sound of breaking through the air was like the roar of a dragon, which made people tremble with fear.

In this case, it would be better to call this sword Dragon Roar.

The long sword seemed to know what Sheng He was thinking, and the sword body was still trembling slightly.

This is her natal sword that is in tune with her mind.

Sheng He put the sword back into the scabbard with satisfaction, and then remembered that today seemed to be the day when the sect would escort the disciples to Wuling Valley, so he hurried out of the sword pavilion and rushed to the flying boat.

When Sheng He arrived, the last disciple had just boarded the flying boat. Without hesitation, she tiptoed and followed that disciple onto the flying boat.

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan, who had been standing by the side of the boat waiting, did not breathe a sigh of relief until they saw Sheng He also board the flying boat safely.

Mu Yao looked at Sheng He's cat-like face, took out a handkerchief to wipe the dust off her face, and said angrily:

"What a close call! Didn't Senior Uncle Tianyu say that it would only take half a month at most to refine the natal sword? Xiaohe, how come you stayed in the sword hut for a month and almost missed the flying boat?"

"Yes, Xiaoyao and I don't dare to disturb you. We are so anxious! Let us see your new sword!"

Sheng He smiled embarrassedly. The materials needed to refine the natal sword were all found by her master. Her master said that if she wanted to refine a natal sword that was in tune with her mind, she had to do it herself.

But her fire spirit root had not yet been tempered. It took her nearly half a month just to fuse the extremely hard dragon bone with other materials, not to mention having to pay attention to the thickness of the sword and the temperature of the fire.

She almost ruined the Dragon Roar Sword.

Fortunately, the final result was good.

Sheng He pulled out the Dragon Roar Sword from behind, his tone full of pride.

"This is my sword, Longyin. It is a sword I made with my own hands."

As if sensing its master's mood, the Dragon Roar Sword soared into the air, letting out a loud whistle.

"What a beautiful sword!"

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan came over immediately, and they looked at the sword from top to bottom.

Sheng He smiled lightly and looked around casually. The flying boat was full of disciples of Qingyun Sect.

It is a rare opportunity for Wuling Valley to open. If you miss it, you will have to wait another sixty years. Even if a cultivator has a long life, the number of times he can come to Wuling Valley is only a handful. Therefore, this time, all the disciples who have established a foundation have come.

Sheng He looked at the familiar scenery under his feet and felt dazed.

In her previous life, she died on Xiaoxiang Terrace in Wuling Valley.

At that time, she boarded the flying boat full of hope just like today. On the Xiaoxiang Terrace, she obtained the golden stone that could be used to temper her golden spiritual roots.

Then, she was killed and her treasures were taken away by her fellow disciples who were riding on the same flying boat with her, and she was forced to detonate her golden elixir.

In this life, without Zhao Yanran and Chu Heng, Qin Lang no longer poses a threat.

She arrived at Wuling Valley a full two hundred and forty years ahead of schedule.

Sheng He couldn't describe how he felt at the moment, he just felt that the illusory fate seemed to be finally grasped in his hands bit by bit.

"Xiao He, Xiao He?"

Mu Yao gently tugged at Sheng He's sleeve, and she came back to her senses, meeting Mu Yao's face full of worry.

"Xiao He, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Sheng He stopped his dragon roar and looked around the crowd, "It just feels like it's unusually quiet today."

"Aren't A Yuan and Song Jinzhi here?"

"A Yuan and Song Jinzhi?"

Mu Yao frowned, looking somewhat bewildered: "They have been waiting for you in the Sword House. Didn't you see them when you came out?"

Sheng He:?

"Sword House? But when I came out of the Sword House, I didn't see anyone around."

At this time, A Yuan and Song Jinzhi, one busy preparing clothes for Sheng He and the other busy preparing jewelry for Sheng He, returned to Jianlu. When they saw the empty room, they asked questions at the same time.

The two hurried to the square where the flying boat was parked, but found that the flying boat had already flown away.

"Hey! It's all your fault! I told Xiao He that she didn't need the new clothes you prepared, so why did you go down the mountain? You made me miss the chance to go to Wuling Valley with Xiao He!"

"You're still blaming me? If you hadn't said that the jade pendant Xiao He was wearing was given by you, why would I have bought a new one! Otherwise, I would have been the first person to congratulate Xiao He on refining his natal sword!"

"What does it have to do with me? It's over now! Without a flying boat, it would take at least a month to get from Qingyun Sect to Wuling Valley. By that time, Xiao He would be almost back! You are just jealous and deliberately don't want me and Xiao He to get along!"

A Yuan glared at Song Jinzhi and threw the pearl hairpins and jade ornaments in his hand to the ground. He rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Song Jinzhi aggressively.

"What do you mean, do you want to fight?"

"Fight if you want, who's afraid of you? I can beat you without any spiritual power!"

As Song Jinzhi spoke, he threw the clothes in his hand to the ground and punched A Yuan. The two of them soon started fighting.

The Qingyun Sect disciples who were already used to the two fighting anytime and anywhere said: Look, look, I’m going to practice.

The flying boat traveled quickly above the clouds for two days and only arrived at the entrance of Wuling Valley in the early morning of the third day.

The sun had not yet risen and the entire valley was shrouded in thick fog. The leading elder gave a few instructions and the disciples got off the flying boat.

Many monks have gathered at the entrance, but the visibility is too low in the thick fog. No one can be seen if you are a few steps away. Even spiritual power cannot penetrate the thick fog to detect the surrounding situation.

In order to avoid any accidents, the disciples of Qingyun Sect huddled together tightly.

After a long time, the sun shone through the clouds and shone its first ray of light. The sunlight passed through the mountains, dispelled the thick fog, and finally fell on everyone.

The thick fog gradually dissipated, and the true appearance of Wuling Valley gradually emerged.