The next day, around 7:00 AM.
At the summit of Cangren Mountain, hundreds of thousands of eyes were fixed on the crack in the sword mound that resembled the fangs of a giant beast.
A tense and expectant atmosphere filled the air; no sound came out, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
Shen Yunhao... or rather, the "Superman Strong" at this moment had already arrived and was mingling on the edge of the crowd.
His expression was cold and stern, maintaining a rare "aloof persona," his gaze piercing through the throng of people and locking onto the crack.
Until a certain moment, the Guixue Sword in his hand hummed slightly, as if it had sensed some kind of summoning.
"Buzz—!"
A sword cry, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth!
Above the crack, the originally dark space rippled violently like water, and countless fine blood-red lines appeared out of thin air, quickly intertwining and spreading, eventually converging into a huge vortex entrance that exuded a strong bloody and desolate aura!
"It's open!"
"Sword Tomb! It's the entrance to the Sword Tomb!"
The crowd erupted instantly, and countless figures eagerly soared into the sky, transforming into streaks of light as they raced towards the crimson vortex!
Shen Yunhao was slightly taken aback.
This entrance... is suspended above a bottomless abyss! Below are swirling clouds and unfathomable darkness!
Sure enough, a few people around were also staring in disbelief at the entrance to the sword tomb in mid-air.
"What the hell?! I should have brought some magical artifacts with me... How am I supposed to get in now?"
"Brother, I think your sword-flying posture is quite cool. Why don't you take me inside for a bit?"
"If all else fails, I'll pay you some spirit stones..."
"..."
Shen Yunhao looked at this scene and suddenly realized what was going on.
The entrance to this secret realm is clearly an invisible threshold set up by the Azure Sky Sword Pavilion.
Flying through the air is the privilege of cultivators in the Soul Control Realm; cultivators in the Soul Condensation Realm can only cross the abyss by flying across a sword!
If you can't even fly on a sword, you either have to give up or shamelessly hitch a ride on someone else's flying sword, which is not only embarrassing, but the other party will most likely not agree.
"However... if you don't even know how to control a sword, then there's really no point in going in to make a fool of yourself..."
A slight, disdainful smile curled at the corner of Superman Qiang's lips. A thought flashed through his mind.
"Clang!"
The clear, melodious sound of the Gui Xue sword rang out, and it transformed into a streak of ice-blue light, flying out from behind him and hovering steadily in front of him.
Shen Yunhao leaped into the air, landing firmly on the sword. The Guixue Sword shone brightly with blue light, carrying him like an arrow released from a bow, cutting through the air and following closely behind the crowd, steadily disappearing into the huge vortex that exuded a bloody stench.
He looked incredibly pretentious, but inside he felt a huge sense of relief.
"Damn it, thank goodness I learned sword control from Yao'er on the way here, otherwise today would have been too embarrassing..."
...
In that instant, it felt as if he had passed through a layer of thick, cold blood. The scene before his eyes suddenly changed, and a wave of dizziness followed. Shen Yunhao couldn't help but close his eyes.
He only opened his eyes when he felt the solid ground beneath his feet. Looking up, he was startled.
This is a desolate place that defies description.
The sky was a hazy gray, with neither sun nor moon, only a faint ray of light filtering through from somewhere, barely illuminating the view.
The earth was a monotonous gray-brown, cracked and parched, like a giant scar. Dead, strangely shaped black tree trunks twisted and stretched towards the gray sky, without a single leaf. In the distance, broken mountain ridges and collapsed giant stone pillars could be vaguely seen. The air was filled with thick dust, rust, and... an inescapable stench of blood and death.
Shen Yunhao looked around and saw nothing but desolation.
The countless cultivators who had entered with them earlier seemed to be swallowed up by this vast space and disappeared instantly.
Shen Yunhao composed himself and suppressed his discomfort.
"It seems this is already in another secret realm. I thought the Sword Tomb was in the Azure Blade Mountain..."
He sheathed the Returning Snow Sword and began to walk slowly forward.
After walking for a long time, the surroundings remained deathly silent, with only the howling wind whistling through the jagged rocks, like the low weeping of a dead soul.
This place doesn't resemble a sword tomb; it's more like an ancient battlefield in another realm that has been completely forgotten and utterly destroyed by war!
Half an hour later, he stopped beside a low earthen slope.
A broken sword lay diagonally in the cracked earth, only half of the blade remaining, covered with dark red rust, like congealed blood scabs. The hilt had long since rotted away, leaving only half of bare metal.
"This is... the Broken Sword they were talking about?"
Shen Yunhao stepped forward and examined the front for a moment, then couldn't help but frown.
To be honest, he didn't really understand his own sword intent; he could only vaguely sense a little bit of it.
As for the so-called resonance of sword intent, Ouyang Jingfeng spoke of it in a mysterious way, but he really lacked understanding of such ethereal things.
He stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully examined the broken sword. It was covered in rust, devoid of any spiritual energy, and utterly lifeless.
"Since it's a resonance, then... how about trying the Returning Snow Sword?"
Thinking it over, Shen Yunhao took out the Guixue Sword again and poked at the broken sword.
After studying it for a long time without any response, Shen Yunhao finally curled his lip.
"It seems this sword doesn't resonate with me... I'll take it away and beg for it!"
Thinking of this, Shen Yunhao gripped the hilt of the sword and was about to draw it when suddenly a red light flashed on the broken sword.
Buzz...
A cold, resolute thought, filled with boundless hatred and loneliness, suddenly burrowed into his mind like a venomous snake through his fingertips!
The scene before my eyes instantly distorted and shattered!
Shen Yunhao seemed to see a cold figure walking through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the long sword in his hand ruthlessly severing all ties of affection and bondage.
Family, lovers, friends... all warm emotions were turned into cold corpses under the sword.
The figure grew increasingly lonely, the sword moved faster and colder, until finally, in a fierce battle, the sword broke, and he died from exhaustion.
In his dying moments, his eyes held only endless coldness and... a trace of bewilderment?
"The Path of Heartlessness..."
Shen Yunhao abruptly pulled his finger back, a bead of cold sweat appearing on his forehead, and he understood what was going on.
The owner of this sword walks a path of ruthlessness, severing all emotions and desires and keeping only the sword as his companion. This is completely opposite to Shen Yunhao's path, like fire and water!
If this could resonate with anyone, then I'd be a fool...
He sighed, just as he was about to give up, when the scene before him changed again!
Shen Yunhao found himself in a gray, void space. Opposite him stood a blurry-faced, sword-wielding phantom with eyes like ancient ice. In his hand was the complete form of the broken sword!
He looked down and found that he had somehow acquired a cold longsword that looked exactly like the one the other person had!
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