203: The sword immortal knelt in shock: You smell of her!

The group arrived at the end of the Inheritance Hall.

A massive stone door blocked the way.

There were no carved dragons or phoenixes on the door, only countless sword marks of varying depths.

They crisscrossed, as if besieged by a thousand armies for countless years.

Hiss—

The air was filled with sharpness.

Taking a breath felt like having one's lungs scraped by blades.

"Thump."

Gu Qingcheng was the first to fail to hold on; her legs went weak, and she collapsed directly.

She wanted to crawl backward, but her limbs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move.

Lin Ruoxi gritted her teeth, her hand pressing on the dagger at her waist.

However, her arm felt as heavy as a mountain; she didn't even have the strength to draw the blade.

Su Ya's glasses slid to the tip of her nose.

She wanted to raise her hand to push them up, but found her body completely frozen.

Behind the lenses, her pupils were contracting wildly, calculating the intensity of this power.

The result was... unsolvable.

Bai Qingshuang's pretty face turned deathly pale.

In front of her, those two level 7 gold-armored warriors were currently prostrate over a hundred meters away.

Their massive bodies trembled incessantly, and their golden armor emitted unbearable "creaking" sounds.

They couldn't even get close.

"Such overbearing sword intent."

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

This pressure made the blood in his entire body surge excitedly.

Exciting!

"Stay where you are, don't move."

Lu Fan spat out his cigarette butt and loosened his neck.

"Lu Fan!"

Bai Qingshuang's voice was very strained.

"Don't go over! That's not a puppet, that's a pure manifestation of killing intent!"

"You will die!"

Lin Ruoxi opened her mouth, but only dry "he-he" sounds came from her throat.

Her eyes were roaring: You bastard! Don't try to be a hero!

Lu Fan didn't look back, just waved his hand casually.

One step.

Two steps.

He stepped into that invisible domain of sword intent.

Every step felt like wading through cement.

Invisible sword qi cut tiny bloody gashes on his body.

The blood that seeped out was evaporated by the even stronger pressure.

"Heh."

Lu Fan grinned.

The Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength inside his body surged into action!

A faint layer of golden light emerged on the surface of his skin, clashing fiercely with the invisible sword qi.

Finally.

He walked to the door.

Amidst the terrified gazes of the women, he reached out and pressed his hand against the cold bronze-colored stone door.

Hum—!!!

At this moment, all ten thousand sword marks lit up in unison!

It wasn't gold, it wasn't blue.

It was a pale white, pure to the extreme, representing endings and death!

The light converged.

A solitary phantom holding a long sword slowly condensed in front of the door.

Its features were unclear, but its aloofness, as if standing apart from the world, seemed ready to cleave heaven and earth asunder.

Killing intent.

Killing intent condensed to the extreme, instantly locking onto everyone.

Lin Ruoxi's vision went dark; she felt as if her soul were about to be torn apart by this killing intent.

The swordsman phantom moved.

It slowly raised the long sword in its hand.

A starting stance that couldn't be simpler.

Lu Fan's pupils shrank to pinpricks.

It's over.

He couldn't dodge it.

This sword strike had already locked onto the past, present, and future.

It seemed that the moment it raised its hand, he... was already "dead."

Just at this moment of certain death.

An aura dormant deep within his blood, as if sensing something interesting, stirred slightly.

That was what Cang Yue had left behind.

Normally, this thing was as dead as a doornail, no matter how much he poked at it.

At this moment, facing this lethal sword intent that even the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength couldn't withstand.

It moved.

At this time.

The sword that was about to descend stopped.

No, it was trembling.

Trembling violently.

The phantom's blurry face turned sharply toward Lu Fan.

From those originally hollow eye sockets, two clusters of uncertain white light erupted.

The next second.

An ancient, desolate voice, as if crossing through ten thousand years of time and space, exploded directly in everyone's minds!

In that voice, there was no more killing intent.

Only shock so thick it couldn't be melted, and incomprehensible bewilderment.

"... Her scent..."

The voice paused.

As if confirming something that absolutely should not have happened.

"... Why is it on an ant like you?!"

Lu Fan's brow twitched.

ant?

If he weren't unable to beat this old thing, he would definitely chop him up and feed him to the dogs.

But Lu Fan still keenly grasped the key point.

Scent.

What this old ghost was talking about was definitely "Cang Yue."

What exactly was Cang Yue's background?

Lu Fan felt like a cat was scratching at his heart.

This old thing clearly knew her background!

He was just about to ask clearly.

The phantom spoke on its own, its voice carrying the vicissitudes of ten thousand years.

"Ten thousand years have turned to emptiness; I didn't expect to be able to sense Benefactor's aura before my soul scattered."

It looked at Lu Fan, and its gaze changed.

It was no longer looking at an ant, but at some kind of... continuation.

"Heaven's will."

The phantom sighed, and the sharp sword qi around it chimed along.

"Forget it... forget it..."

"She saved my life back then; perhaps that was Heaven's will."

"Today, it is only right that I repay this debt of gratitude."

Lu Fan was confused.

But he understood the term "repay debt of gratitude."

That's great.

Open the door quickly, split the treasure inside with me, and we'll be even.

Lu Fan was calculating in his head.

However, the phantom's next words made his face darken.

"My whole life, only the sword has been my companion."

"Everything I have comprehended in this life is within this door."

"My remnant soul's energy is almost exhausted; rather than dissipating into heaven and earth, it is better to find a successor."

"Are you willing to inherit my Sword Dao?"

The phantom's voice was solemn.

"If you can pass the trial, this 'intent' will be gifted to you."

"If you cannot pass..."

"Your body will die and your path will vanish."

"Do you dare to accept?"

Lu Fan rolled his eyes.

At a time like this, why still go through the motions?

Seek wealth in danger—he understood this principle in his past life.

Besides, although this old ghost had a foul mouth, that sword intent was genuine good stuff.

If he could get his hands on it, combined with the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength, it would definitely be a major weapon.

"I accept!"

Lu Fan agreed crisply.

But he immediately stepped forward, speaking very quickly:

"But tell me first, what kind of person is Cang Yue? Why did you all seal yourselves? And also Source..."

He still had a belly full of questions.

About the apocalypse, about Source Energy, about Cang Yue.

This old ghost was clearly an NPC who knew the truth.

However.

The phantom fell silent.

After a long while.

It slowly raised its hand.

Lu Fan thought it was going to answer.

As a result, that guy didn't say a word and pointed at Lu Fan from afar!

Hum—!

Ten thousand sword qi surged into the sky!

Interweaving, swirling, and condensing above Lu Fan's head!

In an instant, a huge cage made of countless pale light swords covered him tightly!

Each light sword radiated a terrifying pressure enough to tear apart the soul!

The sword formation rotated slowly.

Killing intent overflowed.

Lu Fan was stunned.

Damn!

Answer the damn question!

Riddlers, get out of here!