42: Chapter 42 Getting There First! Is My Nine Heavens Profound Fiend Sword Formation any good?

Stepping across that heavy stone door felt like stepping into another dimension forgotten by time.

The air was thick with the heavy scent of rust and stale dust.

By the light of a few dim night-luminescent pearls embedded in the stone walls, Gu Yi clearly saw the scene before him.

This was a vast underground cavern, with countless broken Flying Swords densely embedded upside down in the surrounding rock walls, each broken blade radiating wisps of resentful Sword Intent.

Senior Sister Mu Qingxue tightened her grip on Gu Yi's hand. Her Extreme Yin Sword Body was exceptionally sensitive to this Sword Intent, and a thin layer of frost spread from beneath her feet, resisting the erosion of the surrounding Aura.

Gu Yi squeezed her delicate hand even tighter in return, passing the warm true essence of his Creation Immortal Body through his palm to help her dispel the chaotic sense of oppression.

"Stay close to me," Gu Yi whispered, pulling her along as he continued forward.

They hadn't gone far when the bluestone slab beneath their feet emitted a dull sound of grinding machinery.

From within the previously deathly silent rock walls on both sides, the sound of cracking stones echoed one after another.

Amidst the swirling dust, over a dozen ancient Sword Puppets, standing two zhang tall and cast entirely from unknown Meteoric Iron, stepped out from the recesses in the rock walls, shaking their stiff bodies.

Crimson light flared in the eye sockets of these Sword Puppets as they brandished heavy swords the size of door panels, whipping up a gale that tore through the air as they surrounded and hacked down at the pair from all directions.

If an ordinary Cultivator were here, they would have been forced into a bitter struggle.

Gu Yi frowned slightly as he looked at these rusty chunks of iron. This was the heart of the Sword Sect; if they made too much noise, it would inevitably alert those old monsters outside.

He didn't even bother to draw his sword; instead, he held his free left hand palm up, fingers slightly spread.

A cluster of pure white, flawless flame, like a quietly blooming snow lotus, danced in his palm.

The ghastly white firelight illuminated the dim cavern but brought no warmth; instead, it caused the surrounding air to instantly freeze into frost.

Gu Yi flicked his finger.

The pure white fire lotus transformed into a circle of white ripples, spreading rapidly across the ground.

The Sword Puppets charging at the front came to a grinding halt the moment they touched the white ripples. The Formation patterns and spiritual power attached to their joints were instantly frozen by that overbearing, extreme cold force.

Crack...

Fine cracking sounds echoed through the cavern. Over a dozen menacing Sword Puppets, along with their swords, were transformed into crystal-clear ice sculptures, frozen in mid-swing and unable to move an inch.

Without even glancing at the ice sculptures, Gu Yi led Senior Sister Mu Qingxue calmly through them, reaching the deepest part of the cavern without any further obstacles.

Appearing before them was an ancient altar carved from a single piece of Mutton-fat White Jade.

On the jade pedestal at the center of the altar, a piece of bone about an inch long and crystal clear throughout floated quietly. A faint golden halo flowed over its surface, and in the surrounding void, the Sanskrit Chants of the Great Dao and the ringing of swords intertwined and echoed faintly.

This was the core Legacy left by the Ancient Sword Emperor, the taicang profound yin sword bone.

Surrounding the sword bone was an inverted golden hemispherical Formation barrier. Complex ancient runes flowed across the barrier, emitting a heart-palpitating repulsive force.

This Formation was connected to the ley lines of the Sword Tomb; if attacked with brute force, it would not only be time-consuming and laborious but would also immediately trigger the protective Formation of the entire Sword King City.

Standing before the Formation barrier, Gu Yi's lips curled into a confident smile. This was exactly what he had been waiting for.

With a flick of his wrist, he took out an ancient parchment scroll from his Storage Ring.

Nine Heavens Profound Fiend Sword Formation Diagram.

Gu Yi injected his true essence into the scroll and threw it into the air.

The parchment scroll unfurled in the wind, and the ink-colored Formation patterns on the painting seemed to come alive, transforming into nine pitch-black small swords condensed from the Ultimate Yin Profound Fiend Energy, circling in mid-air.

"Go."

With Gu Yi's soft command, the nine pitch-black small swords connected end to end, turning into a streak of black light that pierced straight into the golden defensive barrier.

Profound fiend energy naturally possessed extremely strong corrosive and assimilative properties.

The moment the black small swords touched the once-indestructible golden barrier, it was like a red-hot iron falling into snow, producing a "chi chi" sound.

The golden runes on the barrier were quickly contaminated and assimilated by the profound fiend energy, and the once-complete defensive cycle was forcibly torn open with a three-foot-long gap.

Gu Yi put away the sword Formation diagram and strolled onto the altar through the gap as if taking a leisurely walk.

He reached out with his long, fair fingers and directly grasped the taicang profound yin sword bone floating in mid-air.

The moment the bone touched his hand, a violent ancient Sword Intent attempted to backlash through his palm.

The Origin power of the Primordial Limitless Creation Immortal Body within Gu Yi's body gave a slight stir, instantly suppressing the resisting Sword Intent until it was completely submissive, unable to cause even the slightest ripple.

The crystal-clear sword bone lay quietly in his palm, emitting a warm luster.

Gu Yi weighed the sword bone in his hand and turned to look at Senior Sister Mu Qingxue, who had been standing obediently below the altar. The pure Sword Intent contained within this bone was a match made in heaven for Senior Sister's Extreme Yin Sword Body.

However, now was not the time to distribute the spoils.

Gu Yi tucked the sword bone into his sleeve, took Senior Sister Mu Qingxue's hand again, and stepped down from the altar.

He took out the concealment Formation Plate from his Storage Ring, enveloping them once again in a transparent, ripple-like light shield, and retreated behind the shadow of an inconspicuous Stalactite at the edge of the altar.

"Junior Brother, aren't we leaving?" Senior Sister Mu Qingxue leaned against Gu Yi's shoulder and asked softly in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Gu Yi stared toward the cavern entrance, his deep eyes flashing with the composure of a hunter waiting for his prey to fall into the trap.

"It would be too boring if such a great show had no audience. We'll stay right here and quietly wait for an esteemed guest to arrive."