"With the Sword Soul Blood Seal marked on you, it won’t be long before people from the Celestial Nether Sword Sect track you down here—you’d best hurry to the Immortal Realm! Once you get there, I can use my connections to keep you safe, at least for a ti!"
Sword Elder, upon seeing the blood mark on Lin Chang’sheng’s hand, knew that the Celestial Nether Sword Sect would certainly find this place.
If a Grand Elder cos, even Sword Elder himself might not be able to shield him.
After all, the elders of a major sect in the Immortal Realm are far beyond the Divinity Transformation Stage.
If he were at his peak, Sword Elder wouldn’t have feared them, but now, he was a broken remnant, sealed away for three thousand years—his strength was a shadow of the past.
"How long does it take from the Immortal Realm to this place at the fastest?"
Lin Chang’sheng asked.
"Half a month if they hurry, a month at the latest!"
Sword Elder pondered for a mont and replied.
"Good, we should have enough ti!"
Lin Chang’sheng thought to himself, then after speaking, he stowed away Situ Wu’s corpse and dispelled the Grand Array.
"Sect Leader Qianyang, this treasure manual was taken from Zhao Fuhu—it should be your sect’s secret treasure, the Fiery Sun Treasure Manual!"
When Lin Chang’sheng saw Qianyang Daoist, he handed over the Fiery Sun Treasure Manual he had acquired from Zhao Fuhu.
Qianyang Daoist’s eyes instantly widened at the sight of the sect’s greatest treasure. Overco, tears of joy stread down his face.
"Th—Thank you so much, Daoist Lin! On behalf of everyone in the Yin Yang Dao Sect, I thank you!"
Qianyang Daoist said excitedly—the sect’s secret treasure had finally returned!
If he hadn’t recovered it, he would have been rembered through the ages as a sinner.
Having handed the Fiery Sun Treasure Manual to Qianyang Daoist, Lin Chang’sheng tore through the air and left.
He still had a few things to take care of. This Situ Wu was from the Immortal Realm, so naturally, there were plenty of treasures in his storage bag.
He definitely couldn’t open it in front of everyone; he would have to find a quiet, hidden corner.
After Lin Chang’sheng departed, the cultivators all around were still in shock.
They could hardly believe that the wild and arrogant Situ Wu, that formidable figure from the Immortal Realm, was just slain by Lin Chang’sheng like this.
"Did Lin Chang’sheng really just kill Situ Wu so easily?"
"Unbelievable! Situ Wu, still so arrogant just monts ago, couldn’t even withstand two moves from Lin Chang’sheng? Just how terrifying is Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation?"
"Didn’t you see the golden Dragon Soul coursing through Lin Chang’sheng’s body? Who knows where he gained such fortune—the power of the Dragon God is ridiculously domineering! Who could possibly stand against that?"
"With Situ Wu dead, peace will finally return to the Southern Realm!"
...
The surrounding cultivators murmured among themselves, the weight on their hearts finally lifted.
But none of them realized—the worst disaster was still yet to co.
"Master, do you think Brother Lin will be alright? I’m scared that what Situ Wu said was true, and Brother Lin will be hunted down by people from the Immortal Realm!"
Ziyue said with a hint of worry.
Ling Yue herself wasn’t sure if it was true, and could only hope it was just scare tactics on Situ Wu’s part.
"Don’t worry. Lin Chang’sheng is blessed by fate—he’ll be fine!"
Ling Yue softly replied, then instructed the disciples to return to the sect.
Yu Lingfei gazed at Lin Chang’sheng’s departing silhouette, unable to look away for a long ti.
This once unremarkable man had beco soone whom every major sect looked up to—it was simply astonishing.
This ti, he hadn’t just saved her life; he’d rescued countless cultivators across the entire Southern Realm.
To Yu Lingfei, Lin Chang’sheng’s figure grew even taller and more heroic.
...
Burial Immortal Realm.
Amidst a vast mountain range, countless giant swords stood thrust deep into the earth.
So blades were even taller than hundred-zhang-high peaks.
Within a mountain-ringed area, a mountain lood huge and imposing in the center.
But this peak wasn’t whole—there was a broken segnt in the middle of the range.
At the fracture, a mysterious power black as mist bound the mountain together, keeping it from collapsing even after ten thousand years.
This was the forbidden ground of the Celestial Nether Sword Sect: Sword Soul Monunt Field.
Only those revered in the sect or the truly gifted could step into this land to venerate the Sword Soul and receive its power.
At this mont, more than ten elders surrounded the Sword Soul, absorbing its strength.
Crack—
A crisp sound echoed as one Sword Soul monunt shattered, a wisp of black smoke dissipating into the air.
"Elder Situ has fallen?"
A burly man, a giant sword strapped to his back, eyes wide with disbelief.
A Buddha bead necklace, as large as a fist, hung around his thick neck; the sword on his back extended half a ter over his head, and his arms were thicker than an average man’s thighs—he was massive and imposing.
His words instantly drew everyone’s attention.
"Elder Situ was supposed to be hiding in the Immortal Relic Land, recovering—how could he suddenly die?"
In the center, a white-haired elder stroked his long beard in thought.
Even if Situ Wu was severely wounded, his cultivation and realm plumted, it was still impossible for him to die in the Immortal Relic Land!
The Lower Realm is nothing but a den of ants—how could they threaten his life?
"Before Elder Situ fell, I sensed the Sword Soul Power at his monunt being consud. That ans, before he died, he was in battle. It seems that Elder Situ encountered a formidable foe in the Lower Realm—even after using Sword Soul Power, it still wasn’t enough, and he was slain in the end!"
Beside the white-haired elder, a middle-aged man shrouded in a black robe spoke quietly.
"Who is it? Such audacity—to dare kill our Celestial Nether Sword Sect’s man! I swear I’ll make him die without a grave!"
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