148: I don't know what to call it.

"Revered Master..."

Lei Jingtian watched Chu Xuanjin's departing figure, feeling anxious and speaking out subconsciously.

He still knew nothing—where was the Sect? Where should he go?

A lazy voice rang out directly in his mind.

"Using the disciple token can teleport you to the Myriad Dao Divine Mountain."

"Once you're inside, someone will tell you what to do."

"Oh, right, clean up those pieces of trash on the ground yourself."

The voice faded.

Chu Xuanjin's figure also completely vanished from the spot.

Lei Jingtian stood dazed for a moment, then sent his Divine Thought into the disciple token at his waist.

Within the token, a vast and boundless star map slowly unfolded.

Countless points of light flickered in the star map.

One of them, a giant ball of light emitting a soft white glow, was clearly labeled with the words—Myriad Dao Divine Mountain.

He understood.

Lei Jingtian took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

He turned around, his gaze falling once more upon Blade Reaching Heaven and the group of Hegemon Blade Sect Disciples who were kneeling on the ground, shaking like sieves.

His eyes regained their former sharpness and integrity.

Only this time, within that sharpness, there was something extra called "confidence."

He looked at Blade Reaching Heaven's face, which was distorted by humiliation and fear.

"You can get lost now."

Lei Jingtian's voice was calm, yet it contained an indisputable authority.

Blade Reaching Heaven snapped his head up, a flash of relief from surviving the disaster appearing in his eyes, along with an even deeper, more intense malice.

"You... you dare let me go?"

"Aren't you afraid my Hegemon Blade Sect..."

"I told you to get lost," Lei Jingtian interrupted him.

"Go back and tell your father, the Hegemon Blade Sect Leader."

"I, Lei Jingtian, the tenth Disciple under Chu Xuanjin of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect."

"Will personally pay a visit in three days to have a 'reasonable' talk with him."

After speaking, he didn't spare Blade Reaching Heaven another glance, as if even one more look would be an insult to himself.

He walked over to the noodle stall owner, who had long since been scared silly, took out a heavy bag of Immortal Stones from his robe, and placed it in the owner's hand.

Then, he beckoned to the ragged Little Beggar huddled in the shadows at the street corner, who was watching him with terrified eyes.

"Come here."

That Little Beggar was exactly like the Lei Jingtian who had been kicked aside by Blade Reaching Heaven earlier—himself.

No, that wasn't him.

That was only the him of the past.

The Little Beggar approached timidly.

Lei Jingtian stuffed all his remaining Immortal Stones into the boy's arms.

"Take them."

"Go eat a bowl of noodles, take a bath, and change into clean clothes."

"Live on."

After doing all this, he straightened up and took one last look at this Immortal City that had witnessed both his humiliation and his rebirth.

He activated the disciple token in his hand.

Buzz.

With a flash of light, his figure vanished... Xuantian Immortal Domain, Eastern Region, border.

Burial Sword Heavenly Pit.

This place was a pilgrimage site for all Sword Cultivators in the Eastern Region.

Legend has it that in ancient times, a supreme Sword Emperor fought a final battle here against Extraterrestrial Demons and fell after exhausting his strength.

His final sword strike before death sliced through heaven and earth, carving out this bottomless, terrifying heavenly pit that stretched for ten thousand miles.

Inside the heavenly pit, the residual Sword Intent of that Sword Emperor had lingered for ten thousand years without dissipating.

Along with the unyielding Sword Souls of the countless experts he had slain.

The air here was "sharp."

For an ordinary Immortal, without an Immortal Artifact for protection, just breathing would leave their internal organs riddled with holes from the invisible Sword Qi.

At this moment.

A green-robed figure was walking unhurriedly across this wasteland where even the wind carried killing intent.

It was Ye Chenfeng.

His expression was calm as he allowed the violent Sword Qi, capable of tearing apart the Physical Body of a Golden Immortal, to wash over him.

The moment those Sword Qi touched his skin, they dissolved and disintegrated silently, like snow meeting a furnace.

Chaos Sword Body, impervious to all techniques.

He looked up toward the massive rift in the distance, which resembled a scar on the earth.

His eyes were as calm as an ancient well of ten thousand years.

But deep within that ancient well, a flame named "desire" was burning quietly.

He needed a sharper whetstone.

Soon, he reached the edge of the heavenly pit.

Looking out, gray mist swirled within the abyss, its bottom nowhere to be seen.

On the steep cliffs, broken swords were thrust densely into the rock.

Each broken sword emitted a Sword Intent—some strong, some weak, some overbearing, some subtle.

These were the relics left behind by generations of Sword Cultivators who had come here to challenge the pit but ultimately failed, their paths ending in death.

Many figures had already gathered at the edge of the heavenly pit.

They sat in groups of twos and threes, cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation as they sensed a particular broken sword or a sword mark on the cliff face.

Without exception, these people were all Sword Cultivators.

Furthermore, they were experts among Sword Cultivators.

Even the weakest had a cultivation of the True Immortal Realm.

Ye Chenfeng's arrival did not attract much attention.

An Early Stage Heavenly Immortal Sword Cultivator really didn't count for much here.

His gaze didn't linger on those broken swords; instead, he looked directly at the very center of the heavenly pit's edge.

There was a massive black stone protruding from the cliff.

The emperor fall stone.

According to legend, it was the place where that Sword Emperor finally fell.

Upon it lingered the purest, most fundamental Emperor Dao Sword Intent.

At this moment, a young man dressed in luxurious white clothes, with a handsome face and an aloof temperament, was sitting cross-legged on that black stone.

His Aura was powerful yet restrained—he was surprisingly an Early Stage Golden Immortal!

Surrounding him were several guards who also possessed extraordinary Auras.

"People from the Absolute Sword Valley."

Information provided by the Myriad Dao Pavilion surfaced in Ye Chenfeng's mind.

Absolute Sword Valley was one of the top sword Dao Sects in the Eastern Region, known for its overbearing actions and extreme protectiveness of its own.

That white-clothed youth was the Young Valley Lord of this generation of the Absolute Sword Valley, Heartless Sword.

A peerless Prodigy hailed as a "Natural Sword Fetus."

Ye Chenfeng did not stop walking.

He walked straight toward that emperor fall stone.

"Stop right there!"

As soon as he approached, two guards from the Absolute Sword Valley flashed forward and blocked his path.

Their eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and warning.

"This place has been requisitioned by our Young Lord."

"Unrelated personnel, leave immediately!"

Ye Chenfeng stopped, looked up, and gazed at them calmly.

"I've come to comprehend the sword."

His answer was simple and clear.

"Comprehend the sword?"

The two guards looked as if they had heard a huge joke.

"Just you? A Heavenly Immortal?"

"Kid, do you know what place this is? This is the emperor fall stone! The Emperor Dao Sword Intent remaining on it is something even Golden Immortal Experts wouldn't dare approach lightly!"

"A mere Heavenly Immortal like you dares to try and lay a finger on it? Aren't you afraid your Divine Soul will be directly blown apart by that Sword Intent?"

"Get lost! Don't dirty our Young Lord's eyes here!"

Ye Chenfeng didn't get angry.

He simply held up three fingers.

"Three breaths."

"Step aside."

The two guards' faces darkened.

They didn't expect a mere Heavenly Immortal to still be so arrogant after they had announced the name of the Absolute Sword Valley.

"You're looking for death!"

One of them, with Sword Intent erupting from his body, was about to strike.

"Wait."

Just then, a cold voice came from atop the emperor fall stone.

Heartless Sword slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes, which seemed to contain endless sword shadows, fell upon Ye Chenfeng with great interest.

"Interesting."

He could feel a very special "scent" on this green-robed man.

It was the scent of one of his own kind.

Pure, sharp, and dangerous.

"You want to use this stone?" Heartless Sword asked.

"Yes," Ye Chenfeng nodded.

"You can," Heartless Sword smiled.

"But the Burial Sword Heavenly Pit has the rules of the Burial Sword Heavenly Pit."

"Here, we speak with our swords."

He pointed toward a black stone monument, a hundred zhang tall, not far away.

That stone monument was covered with densely packed names.

Every name emitted a sharp Sword Intent.

"That is the ten thousand swords stele."

Heartless Sword's voice carried a hint of playfulness.

"Since ancient times, any Sword Cultivator who can trigger a resonance with even a trace of the Emperor Dao Sword Intent here can leave their name on it."

"Go."

"If you can leave your mark on that monument."

"I will yield this stone to you."

Hearing this, the guards behind him showed cruel smiles.

Leave a mark?

Easier said than done!

That ten thousand swords stele was an Otherworldly Stone, incredibly hard.

More importantly, it had long been permeated by the Emperor Dao Sword Intent; ordinary Sword Intent couldn't leave any mark on it at all. Instead, one would be backlashed by it—at best, the Dao Heart would be damaged, and at worst, one would die on the spot!

Since ancient times, those who could leave their names were only a few hundred!

Each and every one of them was a sword Dao Prodigy who had shaken an entire era!

Letting a Heavenly Immortal go and leave a mark?

This was no different from sending him to his death!

Around them, the Sword Cultivators who were meditating were also drawn by the commotion and cast glances as if watching a good show.

"The people from Absolute Sword Valley are bullying a newcomer again."

"Heh, that Heavenly Immortal kid is also courting death, daring to intrude on Heartless Sword's territory."

"Now there's a good show to watch. I bet he won't even touch the monument before being blasted away by the Sword Intent."

Under everyone's gaze.

Ye Chenfeng did not hesitate in the slightest and walked straight toward the hundred-zhang-tall ten thousand swords stele.

He arrived before the monument and stood still.

He did not draw his sword.

He didn't even release any earth-shattering Aura.

He only slowly raised his right hand.

He extended an index finger.

At the tip of his finger, a faint, inconspicuous gray light flashed and vanished.

Then.

Facing the stone monument that carried the glory of ancient Sword Cultivators, he lightly swiped from left to right.

It was like a child casually drawing a doodle on the beach.

Casual and simple.

Even somewhat nonchalant.

"What is he doing?"

"Using his finger? Is he crazy?"

"Grandstanding! Simply laughable!"

Mocking voices rose from all around.

However, in the next second.

All the sounds came to a screeching halt.

On that black ten thousand swords stele.

A thin, horizontal line, also gray and inconspicuous, slowly emerged.

That horizontal line was very ordinary and unremarkable.

But the moment it appeared.

Buzz—!

The entire ten thousand swords stele began to tremble violently!

On the stone monument, those hundreds of names that flickered with brilliant light and represented supreme glory.

At this moment, their light all dimmed together!

The aloof, overbearing, and sharp Sword Intents they contained.

Were actually like subjects meeting their king!

Collectively letting out wails of submission!

Crack.

A slight, almost imperceptible sound of snapping.

Centered on that gray horizontal line, a fine crack slowly appeared.

Crack crack crack...

Immediately following that!

The cracks, like a crazily spreading spiderweb, instantly covered the entire hundred-zhang monument!

"Im... Impossible!"

Someone cried out in disbelief!

That's the ten thousand swords stele!

Bang—!

Before his voice could even fade.

That Immortal Stone monument, which had stood here for an unknown number of millions of years.

Actually exploded under everyone's gaze!

Turning into a sky full of dust!

Silence.

Everyone was stunned.

They stared blankly at the stone monument that had turned to ashes, their minds a complete blank.