Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

“They are trapped in the ‘Deep Sea Illusion’ by a barrier.” Xi Ling sighed softly. “Time flows a hundred times slower there than outside. They will be trapped in their obsessions forever until their souls dissipate.” She pointed to the sea outside the palace. “The tide is about to end. You should leave.”

As they left Guixu Island, the wall of water rose again, and the faces waved goodbye with relieved smiles. The speedboat followed the receding tide back to the fishing village, and the outline of Guixu Island was once again shrouded in mist, as if it had never existed.

The old fishermen in the fishing village were all surprised to see them return safely. When they heard that the Vast Ocean Sword had been taken, an old man with white hair and beard sighed, "Legend has it that if you collect all five divine swords, you can summon the 'Power of Zhenyuan.' It seems that the Zhenyuan Sword of Longevity Mountain is the final key."

Wang Xiaohu and Su Qingwan exchanged a glance, both seeing unwavering determination in each other's eyes. With five divine swords in hand, they were getting closer and closer to their ultimate goal of stopping the Reverse Time Cult.

After resting for three days, the two set off for Longevity Mountain. Before their departure, the fishermen built them a new boat using the finest timber, its sails embroidered with the image of five divine swords. "May this boat brave the winds and waves, and may the sword master have a safe journey!"

As the boat sailed away from the fishing village, Wang Xiaohu stood at the bow, gazing towards the endless sea. The Vast Ocean Sword gleamed blue in the sunlight, echoing the other four divine swords. He knew that the Zhenyuan Sword of Longevity Mountain awaited them, and that the remnants of the Reverse Time Sect might have laid their final trap there.

But he felt no fear whatsoever. The power of the five divine swords, the companionship of those around him, and the protective principles he had honed through countless trials were his strongest support.

The road ahead is long, yet bright. His legend continues to be written, and this time, he will carry the resonance of the five divine swords to uncover the final secret and protect this hard-won peace.

The spiritual energy of Longevity Hill is so strong that it almost solidifies into a tangible form.

This sacred mountain, nestled in the heart of the Central Plains, is shrouded in mist and clouds year-round. Ancient trees reach for the sky, waterfalls and springs are everywhere, and the air is filled with a refreshing blend of herbs and medicinal fragrances. Unlike the majestic Duan Yue Mountain or the boundless sea, every inch of Wanshou Mountain exudes a gentle vitality, as if time flows exceptionally slowly here.

Wang Xiaohu and Su Qingwan walked along the winding mountain path, the five divine swords at their waists trembling slightly, resonating with the spiritual energy of the mountains. The deeper they went into the mountains, the more strange the surrounding vegetation became—ganoderma lucidum grew on the trunks of ancient pines, the pebbles in the streams shimmered with a jade-like luster, and even the birds in the forest had colorful feathers, their songs as clear and melodious as the sound of a zither.

“No wonder Zhenyuan Sword chose this place.” Su Qingwan gently stroked a plant with golden flowers. As soon as her fingertips touched the petals, the flowers turned into specks of golden light and merged into her body, invigorating her spirit. “The vitality here is so rich, it’s like the beginning of time.”

At the end of the mountain road stands an ancient Taoist temple. The plaque above the temple bears the three seal characters "Wanshou Temple," written with vigorous strokes that seem to contain an inexhaustible power. The temple gate is ajar, and the sound of chanting can be faintly heard from inside, but not a single person can be seen.

The two pushed open the door and entered. In the center of the Taoist temple courtyard, on a stone platform, floated a long sword, its entire body emerald green. The blade was as translucent as jade, with vine-like patterns winding around it—it was the Zhenyuan Sword. A circular array was carved on the stone platform beneath the sword, inlaid with seven crystalline jade stones. Five of these stones were already lit, corresponding to the five divine swords they had found, while the other two remained dim.

“It seems the Zhenyuan Sword has been waiting for us.” Wang Xiaohu stepped forward, and five divine swords flew out at the same time, hovering around the Zhenyuan Sword. The five colors of light—green, white, red, yellow, and blue—intertwined with the emerald green sword light, forming a dazzling net of light that enveloped the entire courtyard.

Just then, the chanting stopped abruptly, and an old Taoist priest in a gray robe emerged from a side hall. He had white hair but a youthful face, holding a string of Bodhi seed prayer beads in his hand. He wore a gentle smile, but his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, as if they could see through people's hearts.

"Master of the Star Sword, how have you been?" The old Taoist bowed respectfully, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Wang Xiaohu's heart skipped a beat—this old Taoist priest possessed no trace of demonic energy, yet gave off an unfathomable aura, especially his eyes, which seemed to have accumulated over countless years. "Who are you, senior?"

"I am Xuanjizi, the guardian of Wanshou Temple." The old Taoist smiled slightly, his prayer beads turning gently on his fingertips. "I am also the guardian of Zhenyuan Sword." He looked at the six divine swords in the net of light. "After a thousand years, the seven divine swords have finally reunited. It is truly moving."

"Does Senior know the whereabouts of the other two divine swords?" Su Qingwan asked.

Xuanjizi shook his head: "Burning Heaven, Earth-Splitting, Vast Ocean, Suppressing Origin, Azure Frost, Purple Lightning, and Mysterious Iron were originally the 'Seven Swords of Creation' from ancient times, which were scattered to various places after sealing the Demon Lord. Now, six of the swords have been gathered, and only the last one, the 'Sword of Reincarnation,' has not yet appeared in the world." He changed the subject, and his eyes became solemn, "But the remnants of the Reverse Time Sect are also looking for the Sword of Reincarnation."

"What do they want to do?" Wang Xiaohu gripped the Zhenyuan Sword tightly, the emerald green sword light flowing in his palm.

“The Reincarnation Sword can open the gate of reincarnation, allowing people to live a second life.” Xuanjizi sighed. “The remnants of the Reverse Time Sect believe that as long as they find the Reincarnation Sword, they can allow the Demon Lord to be reborn in the cycle of reincarnation and fulfill their unfulfilled ambitions.” He pointed to a water mirror in the corner of the courtyard. “Look at this.”

A desolate desert appeared in the water's reflection, with a black pyramid standing in its center, its apex shrouded in a gray-black mist. Dozens of time-reversal cultists prayed around the pyramid, their leader a woman wearing a silver mask, who was slashing a child's wrist with a bone knife, dripping blood onto the pyramid's base.

“It’s the Tower of Rebirth in the Desert of Reincarnation.” Xuanjizi’s voice was heavy. “Legend has it that the Sword of Reincarnation is hidden at the bottom of the tower, and that woman was the last leader of the Reverse Time Sect, ‘Silver Moon.’ Her ‘Rebirth Technique’ allowed her to sacrifice the lives of others in exchange for a brief period of reincarnation power.”

Looking at the child's pained expression in the water mirror, Wang Xiaohu felt a slight burning sensation on the blue mark between his brows: "We must stop her."

“But you need to think this through.” Xuanjizi looked at him. “The power of the Samsara Sword is too domineering. Once you come into contact with it, you may see the past that you least want to face, or you may even be devoured by the power of Samsara and trapped in your memories forever.”

Wang Xiaohu and Su Qingwan exchanged a glance, both seeing unwavering resolve in each other's eyes. Along their journey, they had witnessed too many people destroyed by their obsessions; if Yin Yue were to obtain the Reincarnation Sword, countless innocent lives would be lost.

"Don't worry, senior, we know what we're doing." Wang Xiaohu sheathed the six divine swords. "Please tell us the location of the Reincarnation Desert."

Seeing that their minds were made up, Xuanjizi said no more and took out a map from his sleeve: "The Tower of Rebirth is protected by the 'Sands of Time.' Those who step into it will see their past and present lives. Remember to guard your true heart. This is a 'Purifying Heart Talisman,' which may help you resist the erosion of the sands."

It was late at night when they left Longevity Mountain. Moonlight filtered through the clouds, illuminating the mountain path, making the six divine swords shine exceptionally bright in the darkness. Su Qingwan looked at the scar on Wang Xiaohu's shoulder, left by fragments of time, and whispered, "If you saw a past you didn't want to face, what would you do?"

Wang Xiaohu grasped her hand, the warmth of his palm conveying unwavering strength: "The past is the past, what matters is the present. No matter what I see, I will never forget that what I want to protect is the people in front of me, and the world we live in now."

Su Qingwan smiled, the worry in her eyes gradually fading: "Then let's go together and come back together." The two traveled day and night, finally arriving at the Reincarnation Desert half a month later. Unlike the vibrant life of Longevity Mountain, here there was only endless yellow sand, the sky was gray, and even the wind carried an aura of death. The Rebirth Tower stood in the center of the desert, its black body gleaming eerily in the sunlight. The shifting sands around the tower were slowly swirling, forming a huge vortex, within which countless figures could be vaguely seen struggling—souls trapped by the sands of time.

“Silver Moon is at the top of the tower.” Wang Xiaohu pointed to the top of the tower, where a silver figure could be vaguely seen. “She has already begun her sacrifice, and the blood at the base of the tower is increasing.”

The two channeled their sword energy to protect themselves before cautiously stepping into the Sands of Time. The moment they entered, the surrounding scenery began to distort—Wang Xiaohu seemed to see his childhood, the carefree boy in Qing Shi Town, helping his father forge iron in his blacksmith's shop, his father's smile warm and kind. Then, the scene shifted; his father lay in a pool of blood, the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face of a man in black inches away…

"Little Tiger, wake up!"

Su Qingwan's voice pulled him back to reality. He was walking step by step into the depths of the quicksand; if Su Qingwan hadn't pulled him back in time, he probably would have already fallen in. Su Qingwan wasn't in a good state either; the scene of the massacre of the Misty Rain Pavilion flashed before her eyes, and her mother's dying gaze nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.

"Use the Tranquilizing Talisman!" Wang Xiaohu placed the Tranquilizing Talisman given to him by Xuanjizi between their foreheads. The talisman turned into a golden light, temporarily blocking the erosion of the quicksand.

Supporting each other, the two struggled through the sands of time to reach the foot of the Tower of Rebirth. The base of the tower was covered with blood-red runes, and dozens of children were bound to the center of the runes. Their life force was flowing into the tower through the runes, and the silver moon at the top of the tower emitted an increasingly dense gray-black mist.

"Star Sword Master, you've come at the perfect time." Silver Moon's voice came from the top of the tower, carrying a hint of eerie sweetness. "Once I've finished sacrificing these children, I can open the Gate of Reincarnation. At that time, the Demon Lord will be reborn in reincarnation, and you will all become his offerings!"

She swung her bone knife, and a gray-black mist shot down from the tower's tip, transforming into a gigantic hand that reached for Wang Xiaohu. Wang Xiaohu simultaneously drew his six divine swords, their six colors—cyan, white, red, yellow, blue, and green—intertwining to form a light shield that blocked the mist's attack.

"You think you can stop me with just your six divine swords?" Silver Moon laughed wildly. "The Reincarnation Sword is at the bottom of the tower. It has already recognized me as its master. Once I obtain it, all of you will be drawn into the cycle of reincarnation and never be able to escape!"

As she spoke, she leaped off the top of the tower, her bone knife aimed straight at a black stone slab at the bottom—the very hiding place of the Reincarnation Sword. Seeing this, Wang Xiaohu no longer hesitated, concentrating the power of the six divine swords onto the Demon-Suppressing Sword. A cyan sword aura shot out like a long dragon, wrapping around Silver Moon's wrist.

Taking advantage of the situation, Su Qingwan rushed towards the base of the tower, using her pipa music to cut the ropes binding the children and rescue them one by one. However, Yin Yue's Resurrection Technique was too domineering, and the children's life force was rapidly depleted, with many already falling into a coma.

"You're courting death!" Yin Yue was entangled by the sword energy and unable to get close to the black stone slab. A hint of madness flashed in her eyes. She bit her tongue hard and spat a mouthful of blood onto the bone knife. The bone knife instantly burst out with a thick gray-black mist. Countless painful faces appeared in the mist. They were the wronged souls she had sacrificed.

"Rebirth - Soul Devouring!"

The vengeful spirits let out mournful howls and pounced on Wang Xiaohu. These spirits were all formed from the obsessions bound by the power of reincarnation, and ordinary sword energy could not harm them at all. The light of Wang Xiaohu's six divine swords gradually dimmed, clearly also affected by the obsessions.

Just then, the black stone slab at the bottom of the tower suddenly cracked open, and a jet-black longsword flew out from the crack. The sword had no patterns on its blade, but it exuded a chilling power—it was the Reincarnation Sword!

The moment the Reincarnation Sword flew out, the surrounding sands of time suddenly accelerated, and countless images reappeared before Wang Xiaohu and Su Qingwan's eyes: he saw his resolute determination when he killed the Demon Lord, he saw Su Qingwan's loneliness in the Misty Rain Pavilion, he saw Li Gou Dan's pain at losing his father, he saw the miserable state of the Aman people being tormented by the miasma... All the pain and regret were magnified at this moment, almost threatening to devour their reason.

"This is the power of reincarnation." Silver Moon's voice was seductive. "As long as you grasp the Sword of Reincarnation, you can change all of this and prevent all tragedies from happening again."

Wang Xiaohu's mind was in turmoil. He almost reached out and grasped the divine sword that could change the past. But just as his fingertips were about to touch the blade, he suddenly remembered Xuanjizi's words: "The past is past, what matters is the present." He abruptly closed his eyes, banishing all images, with only one thought in his mind: to protect the present.

“I don’t need to change the past.” Wang Xiaohu’s voice was firm and powerful, and the light of the six divine swords shone again. “Because it is this past that has made me who I am today.”

He infused the power of the six divine swords into the Demon-Suppressing Sword. The power of the other five divine swords was integrated into the azure sword energy, forming a pillar of light containing creation and protection, which pierced straight into the vengeful spirit array of the silver moon.

"Do not--!"

Silver Moon let out a piercing scream. The array of vengeful spirits gradually dissipated within the pillar of light, freeing the bound ties that transformed into specks of golden light that rose into the sky. Silver Moon's body also became transparent within the pillar of light. She stared at the Reincarnation Sword, her eyes filled with resentment: "Why... I just wanted everything to return to the beginning..."

“The first thing isn’t necessarily the best.” Wang Xiaohu looked at her. “It’s through trials and tribulations that we learn to cherish the sunshine.”

Silver Moon's figure vanished completely within the pillar of light, leaving only a long sigh. The Reincarnation Sword circled once in the air before slowly landing in Wang Xiaohu's hand. The sword was still jet black, but it no longer emanated a chilling power; instead, it carried a gentle aura, as if it too had acknowledged his will.

The seven divine swords were finally gathered, their seven colors—cyan, white, red, yellow, blue, green, and black—intertwining to form a massive halo that hovered above the Tower of Rebirth. The halo rotated, purifying the souls trapped in the sands of time. The tower's black body gradually turned white, eventually transforming into a crystalline jade tower, standing tall in the desert, guarding this land once shrouded in obsession.

Bathed in the light, the rescued children's complexions gradually regained their rosy hue, and life force returned to their bodies. Wang Xiaohu and Su Qingwan watched all this, their hearts filled with relief.

As they left the Desert of Reincarnation, the light of the seven divine swords gradually faded, merging into the Demon-Suppressing Sword. Wang Xiaohu could sense that the power of the seven swords combined was not destruction, but creation and protection; it was turning past regrets into present motivation and allowing future hope to illuminate the path forward.

"Let's go home," Su Qingwan said softly, her weariness replaced by tenderness.

Wang Xiaohu nodded, took her hand, and turned to walk towards the Starry Sky Sword Sect. The yellow sand gradually subsided behind them, revealing verdant grass, as if heralding new life. (End of Chapter)