After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Chapter 443 The Broken Sword Has a Spirit

Stone paused for a moment, then shook his head naturally: "Not familiar."

I'm not familiar with them.

It's not that we don't know each other.

Xu Youan glanced at him but didn't ask any more questions.

The mountain is layered with peaks and ridges, with lush vegetation. The verdant and translucent leaves are like jade beads inlaid on the trees, exuding a rich and vibrant vitality.

After just a few steps, Xu Youan and Shi Tou felt refreshed and light on their feet.

"This is probably no ordinary place," Stone said worriedly, gazing at the rolling, undulating sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Xu Youan could also sense that this place was not simple.

After just a few breaths here, the oppressive force of the heavenly punishment he was carrying lessened considerably, and the lifespan he had previously given to his senior sister even showed a faint tendency to return.

If this is a land of immortals and gods, it's nothing more than this.

Both of them walked forward with their own thoughts on them. Suddenly, Xu Youan looked up and squinted: "There seems to be a cave over there."

Stone followed his gaze and indeed saw the outline of a cave.

"Let's go over and have a look."

Xu Youan nodded, and the two quickly walked towards the cave.

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When Jiang Li vaguely woke up, she only saw a blue sky and white clouds, with the occasional cry of a crane as it flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.

She blinked, somewhat bewildered, not understanding where she was.

The sound of a copper bell rang in my ears.

"Ring, ring, ring."

It sounded like someone was whispering.

It sounded like someone was calling out.

She sat up, her head still spinning, and saw a crimson ribbon fluttering past her eyes. She turned to look.

The mountains and fields were covered with towering trees tied with red ribbons, the red ribbons like ribbons cutting through the azure sky.

The sounds of the wind, bells, and silk... seemed to transform into countless melodies of the world, yet also seemed to end in a desolate and silent stillness.

Jiang Liqian staggered to her feet, when suddenly a red silk ribbon fell at her feet. She bent down to pick it up and saw ink writing on it, as if someone was writing down their wishes stroke by stroke.

I am willing to sacrifice myself to save all living beings from their suffering.

With all my heart, I wish to help you ascend to immortality and protect you in Chang'an.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the red silk was suddenly blown away. Jiang Liqian subconsciously followed the red silk and chased after it.

She ran and ran, the scenery on both sides constantly changing, the only constant being the red dancing figure in the wind. In a daze, she could even see the shadow of a girl in the wind, her red dress fluttering, her eyebrows like green peaks, her eyes seeming to embrace all things in the mountains and rivers, yet also seeming to be indifferent to all things, she alone was free and unrestrained, drifting away like an immortal.

Finally, the red silk fell to the ground beneath a stone wall.

The bare stone wall was devoid of anything except a few dusty sword marks, whose power was still clearly visible even after thousands of years.

Jiang Li couldn't help but touch it with her hand. In an instant, sword shadows were chaotic and sword light was heavy. Countless afterimages flashed before her eyes and finally transformed into a shocking sword intent that rushed straight towards her.

Such overwhelming pressure forced her to retreat repeatedly, causing her spiritual energy to surge within her body.

She clutched her chest in astonishment and knelt on the ground, the sword move she had just witnessed replaying in her mind. Suddenly, a gust of wind rose from the ground, and shattered, transparent sword light flashed and flew around her, exactly the same move as the afterimage she had just seen.

Suddenly, Jiang Li frowned slightly, and the sword shadows around her shattered and dissipated in an instant.

"A gentle breeze is blowing... how come..."

Why are some of the moves so similar to Zhong Nanchu's Qingfeng Sword Technique?

The swordplay here is more powerful and the sword techniques are more stable. With each swing, it can draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, reaching a state of harmony between man and nature.

I wonder which senior figure left these sword marks here...

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the stone wall in front of her. Jiang Liqian was startled and looked up to see an old man with white hair and beard floating on the stone wall.

"Who... is your senior?"

The old man was dressed in a wide robe with loose belt, surrounded by mist, and his body exuded an aura of immortality. He looked at Jiang Liqian, stroked his beard and smiled, "I am the True Man Yingdao of Fangzhang Mountain. I ascended to heaven millions of years ago. What you see now is just a wisp of my spiritual consciousness."

Jiang Liqian never expected that the other party was actually an immortal who had already become a celestial being, and quickly bowed respectfully: "Senior, please don't be offended, this junior did not know that you are..."

The old man raised his hand and smiled, indicating that she did not need to apologize.

“I have been waiting here for the right person. Five hundred years ago, someone was already recognized by me, but she chose to leave this legacy to you. I hope you can make good use of it and not let down the expectations of your predecessors.”

After saying that, the old man waved his sleeve, and a crystal-clear, irregularly shaped stone flew out through the stone wall. The stone circled Jiang Liqian twice, and before she could react, it landed directly on the withered wood ring on her left hand, becoming a tiny sword hilt that was pierced diagonally into the ring.

"This... Senior..."

"This is the Cave Heaven Stone, a stone of destiny born from the spiritual power of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and moon, and nurtured by the Great Dao. It is a divine artifact nurtured by heaven and earth, and a source of good fortune and auspiciousness."

Jiang Liqian still didn't quite understand. First, she was inexplicably thrown into the secret realm, then she inexplicably arrived in front of this stone wall, and now she inexplicably obtained a divine artifact that someone had specially left for her.

All she wanted to ask was, why?

She didn't believe such a coincidence could exist.

However, the old immortal did not give her time to ask questions. Instead, he waved his hand again and placed a rectangular jade box in her hand.

"This is that man's sword."

"The broken sword has a spirit; take it to the person who needs it."

After the flowers were finished blooming, the old man's figure vanished like light and shadow, disappearing without a trace.

Jiang Liqian was stunned. She looked down at the jade box in her hand and gently opened it.

A refreshing sword aura mixed with a faint scent of peach blossom wine wafted into the nose, instantly clearing the mind and shaking the spirit.

Inside the jade box, a long sword broken in two lay quietly, its blade covered with cracks of all sizes, a testament to the brutality and horror of its final battle.

Jiang Liqian tried to raise her hand to touch it, but was blasted away by a powerful sword aura. Her wrist was instantly numb and painful, and she almost dropped the jade box.

She was stunned.

Even though the sword spirit was shattered, it could still... How powerful must its former master have been!

Just as Jiang Liqian was about to put the jade box away with some doubt and surprise, she heard a series of ethereal bell sounds, and then her consciousness suddenly fell into a state of chaos.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang!"

"Jiang Liqian!"

"Jiang Liqian!"

Suddenly opening her eyes, Jiang Liqian sat up abruptly. Her vision was initially blurry, but it gradually focused, and she finally saw who was calling her name.

"Su Yanqing?"

Seeing that her ancestor had finally woken up, Su Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down next to her.

He pointed to her tightly clasped arms and asked curiously, "Did you break your arm in the fall? Why are you still hugging it?"