darknovel Chapter 141 No Way Out for the Sword Cultivator
Chapter 141 No Way Out for the Sword Cultivator
Another perspective on the chaotic battle in Broken Soul Valley.
Deep in the chaotic rock forest, five hundred miles away from the Valley of Broken Souls.
The gray fog lingers year-round.
There are no sounds of bloody battle here.
Only the sound of the wind.
The sound of the wind was strange.
It's not the whooshing sound of airflow passing through the canyon.
Instead, it was like countless blunt knives sawing and grinding back and forth on the rock.
Dozens of monks gathered in front of a huge fork in the road.
Most of them were dressed in rags.
Clearly, they had suffered losses in the previous chaotic battle and were not qualified to compete for that earth-shattering opportunity in the core area of Broken Soul Valley.
We had no choice but to settle for second best.
Come and try your luck at this secondary treasure land called "Sword Burial Mound".
But this kind of luck doesn't seem to come easily.
Two completely different paths lay before them.
The one on the left.
Wide and flat.
Surprisingly, rare plants such as "Seven-Leaf Lingzhi" and "Red Flame Fruit" grow on both sides.
A faint scent of medicine drifted in on the breeze.
It appeared vibrant with life amidst that gray, deathly stillness.
And the one on the right.
It is a narrow canyon, like a sliver of sky.
It was pitch black inside.
The bottom is nowhere in sight.
Only the chilling sound of sawing and grinding continued to emanate from inside.
The raging black gale formed visible vortexes of wind blades at the mouth of the canyon.
Occasionally, a rock the size of a washbasin would roll in.
It was instantly turned into powder.
Not even a crumb was left.
"Is there even a need to choose?"
A rogue cultivator swallowed hard, his eyes greedily fixed on the spiritual herbs growing by the roadside on the left.
"Even a fool knows which way to go."
But he didn't dare to move.
Because standing at the very front was a group of cultivators dressed in identical moon-white sword robes.
Haoran Sword Sect.
Although it is not one of the top nine sects, it is still a well-known sword cultivation sect in the Eastern Region.
The leader was a young man with fair skin.
Peak of the mid-stage Core Formation realm.
He was holding a bronze compass in his hand.
The compass needle was spinning wildly, finally pointing steadily to the left.
"Senior Brother Luo, how is it?"
A female disciple of Haoran asked nervously.
Luo Yun put away the compass, a confident smile spreading across his face.
He straightened his somewhat disheveled robes.
One must maintain the demeanor of a disciple of a major sect.
"Gentlemen."
Luo Yun turned around, his voice loud enough for the surrounding rogue cultivators to hear clearly.
"According to our sect's 'Comprehensive Explanation of Ancient Battle Formations'."
"This place is a 'two dragons playing with a pearl' formation."
He pointed to the road on the left, a road filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.
"The left is the Azure Dragon, which governs growth and development. The spiritual energy flows smoothly. Although there is an illusion array, as long as you keep your mind focused, it is the gateway to life."
He then pointed to the howling wind in the canyon on the right.
A disdainful expression appeared on his face.
"The right side represents the White Tiger, which governs killing and warfare."
"That's the door to death."
"Let alone the Core Formation stage, even a Nascent Soul stage monster would be torn to pieces by the Nine Heavens Gale if his physical body wasn't strong enough."
These words.
Well-reasoned and supported by evidence.
Citing classical texts.
The surrounding rogue cultivators, who had been somewhat hesitant, suddenly looked enlightened.
"As expected of a top disciple from a major sect!"
"This level of insight is truly beyond what we self-taught individuals can match."
"Thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist Luo!"
Luo Yun thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.
He nodded reservedly.
"Disciple Haoran, heed my command!"
"Form the 'Eight Combinations Sword Formation' and follow me into the Gate of Life!"
"yes!"
More than ten disciples of the Haoran Sword Sect responded in unison, their sword energy soaring into the sky, their momentum like a rainbow.
They were met with envious glances from the group of rogue cultivators.
I walked confidently onto the main road on the left.
however.
Right at the very edge of the crowd.
An inconspicuous figure was silently watching all of this.
Ye Changfeng.
He changed into a drab, coarse cloth robe.
He retrieved the Tianyuan Sword and carried a slightly rusty iron sword on his back.
Her face was smeared with some unknown herbal juice, making her originally delicate features look sallow and withered.
He gives the impression of a down-on-his-luck, wandering cultivator that you might see anywhere.
"A bunch of idiots."
An old voice.
It suddenly rang in Ye Changfeng's mind.
With undisguised sarcasm.
"In ancient times, a bookworm who only knows how to study wouldn't even be qualified to guard the gate of the Sword Sect."
Ye Changfeng remained expressionless.
He silently asked himself, "Master, is the path to survival on the right?"
"A way out?"
The old man inside the ring gave a cold laugh.
"There is no path to survival on the path of a sword cultivator."
"The so-called path to survival is one that is fought for."
"The one on the left is the 'Reversal of the Five Elements' Formation."
"It looks full of life, but in reality, it hides its murderous intent underground."
"Whoever steps on it becomes fertilizer."
The old man paused.
"That one on the right is definitely Gangfeng."
"But it is also the only entrance."
"It is also a test for sword cultivators."
"If you can't even cut through the wind, how dare you enter the Sword Tomb?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Changfeng...
Without any hesitation.
He pulled his straw hat down low.
As the crowd rushed toward the "life gate" on the left.
Go against the current.
They headed straight for the deadly Gale Canyon on the right.
His actions were abrupt.
This immediately attracted the attention of several independent cultivators nearby.
"Hey! You beggar!"
Someone kindly called out.
"Are you crazy? That's a dead end!"
"The top disciples of the Haoran Sect all said that going in there is like getting minced meat!"
Luo Yun also heard the noise.
He stopped and looked back at Ye Changfeng.
His eyes were filled with condescending pity.
"A rogue practitioner is a rogue practitioner."
"They are greedy for quick success and reckless, oblivious to their own danger."
"Let him go."
Luo Yun shook his head dismissively.
"These kinds of people always think they are chosen ones, that they can find shortcuts that others can't."
Little did they know...
"That's a shortcut to hell."
A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding area.
The air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Ye Changfeng turned a deaf ear.
His steps were steady.
Not in a hurry, not slowly.
Step by step, they walked to the black vortex of gale-force winds.
The wind pressure made the skin on his face tremble.
The robes fluttered in the wind.
"Enter."
Only this one short word is in my mind.
Ye Changfeng took a step forward.
He was instantly swallowed by darkness.
"court death."
Luo Yun snorted coldly, no longer paying attention to the fool who was destined to become mincemeat.
He waved his hand.
"Advance into battle!"
The Haoran Sword Sect's team stepped into the sea of flowers.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Nothing unusual.
Luo Yun's smile widened.
really.
knowledge is power.
Ancient texts are indeed true.
however.
Just as the fourth step landed.
A sudden change occurred.
The spirit herb that was originally swaying in the wind.
It suddenly stopped swinging.
The fragrance of flowers in the air.
In an instant, it turned into a strong smell of blood.
"Click."
A disciple of Haoran walking at the very front.
They didn't even have time to scream.
His body was like a piece of shattered porcelain.
It shattered instantly.
It turned into countless neat chunks of meat.
Scattered on the ground.
Followed by.
Second place.
Third place.
Those seemingly delicate petals have now all transformed into the sharpest blades.
They flew and hovered in the air.
It created a magnificent yet cruel rain of flowers.
"ah--!"
A heart-wrenching scream finally echoed through the sky.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
"It's a trap!"