Chapter 7: Deep within the forbidden area, this malevolent sword was just the right tool to peel an apple.

The space within the Demon Suppressing Death Prison was far larger than the outside world imagined.

The area where Lin Yuan was located was merely the outer perimeter of the death prison, the so-called "First Layer."

He stood up slowly, patted the non-existent dust from his clothes, and carrying that broken broom, walked unhurriedly toward the pitch-black depths of the death prison that resembled an abyss.

"Senior Lin... w-where are you going?"

In mid-air, Dantai Jinyue, who had previously been in a state of frenzy, felt her blood-red pupils constrict violently as she saw the direction Lin Yuan was heading, a trace of undisguised fear entering her voice.

That was the deepest part of the Demon Suppressing Death Prison—the "Nine Nether Sword Tomb," listed by generations of Taixuan Dao Sect leaders as an absolute forbidden zone!

"Going inside for a stroll to digest my food." Lin Yuan waved his hand without turning his head.

"Senior, you mustn't!"

Dantai Jinyue shouted anxiously, even changing her form of address, "What is suppressed in there is not a person, but an ancient, immensely vicious sword! Three hundred years ago, when I first entered this death prison, I foolishly attempted to peer into the depths, but was merely grazed by a sliver of residual Sword Qi leaking from the perimeter, and I nearly had my Divine Soul destroyed!"

"The Evil Qi and Sword Qi in there have long since merged into one, becoming a zone of indiscriminate slaughter. Even if the current Taixuan Dao Sect leader were to enter, there would be absolutely no chance of survival!"

Dantai Jinyue was sweating profusely as she spoke.

She was truly afraid. Not that she feared Lin Yuan would die, but she feared that if this unfathomable "expert" messed up inside and triggered a riot of the vicious sword, she, a prisoner hanging in mid-air, would definitely be the first to be ground into meat paste!

However, to the demoness's terrified warning, Lin Yuan's reply was only three light words:

"Oh, is that so?"

Without pausing his steps, Lin Yuan plunged headlong into the darkness that was so thick it seemed as if it could drip ink.

"A madman... this is absolutely a complete madman..." Dantai Jinyue closed her eyes in despair.

...

Deep in the death prison, at the Nine Nether Sword Tomb.

The moment he stepped into this area, Lin Yuan felt the surrounding temperature plummet to the extreme.

The air was no longer just pure nine netherworld malevolent qi, but was filled with billions of invisible Sword Qi that were hard to discern with the naked eye, yet sharp to the extreme! These Sword Qi were like sharks that had smelled blood; the moment Lin Yuan stepped in, they swarmed toward him, intent on shredding him!

"Clang, clang, clang—!"

Harsh sword ringing sounds echoed crazily in the darkness.

Any single strand of this Sword Qi would be enough to instantly slice that Foundation Establishment Peak-stage assassin from earlier into minced meat!

However, facing this terrifying Sword Qi storm that was comparable to death by a thousand cuts, Lin Yuan didn't even blink. He merely released, in an extremely calm manner, a sliver of the Sword Intent he had been nurturing within his body—the "Heaven-Slaying Draw-Sword Technique" Sword Intent.

"Hum—!"

The moment this extremely faint sliver of Sword Intent, which seemed capable of severing the eternal galaxy, spilled out from his body, a miracle occurred.

That violent, sky-filling invisible Sword Qi, capable of shredding Nascent Soul Stage experts, suddenly froze in mid-air as if it had seen its sovereign!

Immediately following, thousands upon thousands of Sword Qi let out submissive whimpers, and like Moses parting the sea, they forcefully retreated to both sides in front of Lin Yuan, clearing a wide path leading straight to the deepest part!

"That's more like it."

Lin Yuan nodded with satisfaction, and carrying his broom, walked along the path to the center of the Sword Tomb.

There, there was a pitch-black Demon Slaying Platform.

In the very center of the Demon Slaying Platform, a three-foot-long sword, covered in rust and devoid of any luster, was stuck upside down.

Endless nine netherworld malevolent qi was being emitted continuously from the blade of this rusted sword. It was like the heart of the entire Demon Suppressing Death Prison, exuding a suffocating, terrifying demonic might.

The first personal sword of the Taixuan Dao Sect's founding Ancestral Master, a peerless divine weapon that had once slain Nine Heavens demon gods—[zhutian]!

Only because it had killed too much and was stained with the blood of too many demon gods, the divine weapon eventually degenerated into a vicious sword that even the Ancestral Master could not control, and could only be sealed in the deepest part of this death prison, suppressed by the Luck of the entire Taixuan Dao Sect.

"Quite a temper."

Lin Yuan looked at the rusted sword that was trembling crazily, attempting to force him back with its vicious evil aura, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Just at this moment, the System's wonderful notification sound arrived right on time!

"Ding! You have carefully observed the ancient fallen divine weapon 'zhutian Vicious Sword', gained insight into the principle of ten thousand swords returning to the Origin and the Origin of destruction, and you have achieved an Epiphany!"

"Congratulations to the host, you have comprehended the supreme divine body—'Eternal Immortal Sword Body'!"

Boom—!

Lin Yuan felt a tyrannical force born out of thin air within his limbs and bones. His bones, Meridians, and even his blood were being re-tempered by the supreme Dao of the sword at this moment!

"Eternal Immortal Sword Body": Body like glaze, impervious to ten thousand swords! Any sword-based attack in the world is ineffective against the host, and every casual strike from the host can erupt with more than ten times the sword-based power!

"Good stuff!"

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up. With this [Eternal Immortal Sword Body], even if he stood still and let those so-called Sword Cultivator Geniuses from the outside world hack at him, the opponent's sword would shatter, and he wouldn't lose even a single hair!

Feeling the terrifying power like an ancient Vicious Beast within his body, Lin Yuan did not hesitate any longer, strode onto the Demon Slaying Platform, and grabbed the copper-green-covered hilt of the [zhutian] sword.

"Hum—!!!"

The vicious sword was furious!

It was a great vicious object that even the founding Ancestral Master dared to backfire against; how could it tolerate being touched casually by some greenhorn?

A monstrous, vicious evil aura capable of destroying half of the Taixuan Dao Sect surged crazily into Lin Yuan's body along the hilt, attempting to shred his Divine Soul!

"Daring to bare your fangs in front of me?"

Lin Yuan's eyes turned cold, his [Netherworld Demonic Pupil] activated instantly, and at the same time, the "Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art" and "Eternal Immortal Sword Body" within his body erupted fully without reservation!

You aren't vicious? I am more vicious than you!

You aren't full of Evil Qi? I'll swallow it all in one gulp!

"Get up for me!"

Lin Yuan let out a low shout, and his right arm exerted force suddenly.

"Crack—"

The Demon Slaying Platform let out an unbearable whimper and cracked open with hundreds and thousands of fissures.

Immediately following, accompanied by a high-pitched sword chime that seemed to pierce the Nine Heavens, the ancient vicious sword that had suppressed the Demon Suppressing Death Prison for thousands of years and which no one dared to move an inch, was forcefully pulled out of the stone platform by Lin Yuan!

"Clatter—"

The moment the sword was unsheathed, the mottled rust originally covering the sword body peeled off inch by inch as if weathered away.

Replacing it was a dark golden, thin as a cicada's wing, peerless blade that emitted a heart-stopping sharpness!

The sword body trembled slightly, as if it were sending out submissive cheers to its new, overbearing master.

"The weight is okay, just a bit long."

Lin Yuan casually performed an extremely beautiful sword flourish, and the dark golden sword light tore open several pitch-black spatial rifts in the darkness. He put the [zhutian] sword into his Storage Pouch with satisfaction.

"After I'm tired of sweeping in the future, it'll be just right for peeling an apple."

...

Half a cup of tea later.

When Lin Yuan strolled back to the outer perimeter of the death prison, took out a bright red spiritual fruit from his Storage Pouch, and was extremely skillfully peeling the fruit skin with the [zhutian] sword that was exuding terrifying dark golden demonic might.

In mid-air, the peerless demoness Dantai Jinyue, who was locked by iron chains, was completely petrified.

She stared fixedly at the sword in Lin Yuan's hand, her lips trembling for a long time, but she couldn't squeeze out a single word.

She recognized the aura of that sword.

It was the nightmare of the entire Taixuan Dao Sect, the ultimate reason for the existence of this Demon Suppressing Death Prison.

And now...

This Senior Lin had not only walked out of the Nine Nether Sword Tomb alive.

He had also pulled out that vicious sword.

And... used it to peel... peel an apple?!

Dantai Jinyue closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

This cultivation world was too crazy; she really wanted to go back to her maiden home.