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That straight spine, at this moment, seemed to transform into a peerless divine sword about to be unsheathed; its edge was restrained, yet it harbored a sharp aura powerful enough to tear through the firmament!

Bai Luoli watched him, and within her phoenix eyes, that trace of icy killing intent faded imperceptibly by a fraction.

In its place was a slightly denser sense of appreciation and... curiosity.

This kid is somewhat interesting.

Knowing it's a path to death, he still dares to walk down it without changing his expression.

This courage and Heart-Nature are indeed worthy of the four words 'Child of Destiny.'

"Very well."

Bai Luoli slowly stood up from her throne.

"Since that is the case, then set out immediately."

With one step forward, her figure had already disappeared from within the hall.

Only a sentence remained, echoing leisurely in the empty hall.

"This seat will watch you with my own eyes before the haotian mirror."

"I hope you do not let This seat down."

...Sword Tomb.

Located at the back mountain of the Tianxuan Sect, within a massive abyss isolated from the world.

This place was shrouded year-round by a gray mist filled with deathly silence and resentment.

Just standing at the edge of the abyss, one could feel a bone-chilling, terrifying Sword Intent that seemed capable of freezing the Divine Soul rushing towards them from beneath the abyss.

Qin Feng stood at the edge of the abyss, his robes flapping loudly in the fierce sword wind.

His face was somewhat pale.

This place was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

He could even hear bursts of shrill sword cries, like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves, coming from beneath the abyss.

Those were countless Spiritual Swords that had lost their masters, roaring in indignation.

"Is this the Sword Tomb..."

Qin Feng muttered to himself, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

He knew that taking this step forward was truly a matter of life and death.

He took a deep breath, and the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength within his body circulated frantically!

A golden phantom of a Divine Elephant appeared faintly behind him, emitting a terrifying aura that suppressed all things, crushing the cold Sword Intent that invaded his body one by one!

Having done all this, he no longer hesitated.

He leapt!

His entire being was like a meteorite, falling towards that bottomless dark abyss filled with endless danger!

...Inside the Sect Master's Grand Hall.

Bai Luoli stood quietly before the haotian mirror.

In the mirror, the scene of Qin Feng falling into the Sword Tomb was clearly reflected.

There was no expression on her face.

But those jade-like hands tightly gripping the armrest betrayed her current, unpeaceful heart.

She did not know if what she was doing was right or wrong.

She only knew she had to do it.

The Child of Destiny must either be controlled,

Or destroyed.

There was no third path.

And the Sword Tomb was the first touchstone she had chosen for him.

If you truly are destiny, then break through this desperate situation and let This seat see where your limit truly lies!

Bai Luoli's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

Falling!

Endless falling!

Qin Feng felt as if he had fallen into a world composed of swords!

In all directions, above and below, everywhere were densely packed, broken Spiritual Swords emitting terrifying auras!

They were either stabbed into the cliff walls, suspended in mid-air, or lay silent at the bottom of the abyss.

Every single sword was entwined with a thick, inseparable resentment and Death Qi.

Ssh! Ssh! Ssh!

Streaks of invisible, terrifying Sword Intent, like the sharpest blades, shot frantically at him from all directions!

These Sword Intents were overbearing, soft, sharp, or heavy... every single one contained the lifelong blood, sweat, and indignation of a sword dao expert!

Even a Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, if attacked by these thousands of Sword Intents simultaneously, would probably be strangled into a cloud of blood mist in an instant!

"Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison! Invulnerable to all laws!"

Qin Feng roared!

The golden Divine Elephant phantom behind him instantly solidified!

It looked up to the sky and let out a roar that shook the Divine Soul!

Buzz—

A golden, visible circular light shield exploded outward with him as the center!

It blocked all the terrifying Sword Intents that were shooting toward him!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang! Dang!

A series of dense sounds, like rain hitting banana leaves, rang out frantically against the light shield!

Every sound caused Qin Feng's blood and Qi to surge!

He felt like a small boat in a stormy sea, in danger of being completely swallowed by this endless tide of Sword Intent at any moment!

No!

I can't continue being this passive!

If this continues, the spiritual energy in his body will be exhausted sooner or later!

I must find a way!

Qin Feng's gaze rapidly swept through the densely packed Spiritual Swords around him.

He was searching.

Searching for a silver lining!

Suddenly.

His gaze fixed on a different place at the bottom of the abyss.

A sword was stabbed there.

A sword that was pitch-black all over, rusted, and looked like an ordinary iron sword, much like a fire poker.

Among those thousands of Spiritual Swords, whether magnificent or overbearing, it appeared so inconspicuous.

But Qin Feng felt an aura from that sword that made his heart tremble.

It wasn't Sword Intent.

Nor was it resentment.

It was a pure, ultimate... destruction!

It was as if the meaning of that sword's existence was to destroy everything!

This is the one!

A look of determination flashed in Qin Feng's eyes!

He no longer hesitated; braving the sky-covering Sword Intent attacks, he mobilized the last bit of spiritual energy in his body and dove fiercely toward that pitch-black iron sword!

The bottom of the abyss was deathly silent.

The air was filled with a thick smell of rust that seemed capable of corroding bones, and a nauseating scent of blood.

This was the deepest part of the Sword Tomb.

It was also the place where resentment and Death Qi were most concentrated.

Countless broken Spiritual Swords, like abandoned tombstones, were stabbed haphazardly into the pitch-black ground, which was composed of an unknown substance.

And in the center of this sword graveyard filled with despair and deathly silence,

A pitch-black, rusted iron sword was quietly stabbed there at an angle.

Around it, an absolute vacuum zone with a radius of ten zhang had formed.

Not a single other Spiritual Sword dared to approach it even by a fraction.

It was as if it were the monarch of this graveyard.

A tyrant who held power over destruction and death!

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