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

In the days that followed, he entered an even more arduous cycle of spiritual practice.

Within the Sword Pavilion, he no longer confined himself to the scriptures of the Falling Sunset lineage, but began to broadly explore the insights of other sword styles. There was the "Heaven-Splitting Sword Technique," which emphasized breaking all techniques with a single sword strike; there was the "Dripping Water Sword Intent," which focused on defense and counterattack; there was the unpredictable "Phantom Sword Path"... He did not intend to switch schools, but rather to use the stones from other mountains to polish his own jade. Through comparison and verification, he gained a more thorough understanding of the "Falling Sunset Sword Intent" he cultivated, realizing that the birth, change, and extinction represented by "morning glow," "flowing clouds," and "setting sun" actually align with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, encompassing all things.

In the Sword Washing Pool, his sword intent underwent even more rigorous tempering. As his sword heart grew stronger, he was able to draw upon deeper levels of sword intent liquid to cleanse his body. The myriad chaotic sword intents, like a whetstone, honed his newly comprehended "Setting Sun" sword intent, making it increasingly refined. That crimson hue was no longer merely tragically beautiful, but also imbued with a sense of composure and purity.

At the same time, his cultivation level was steadily improving, advancing towards the eighth level of Qi Refining. His Qi Sea became increasingly vast, and the Yi Wood Azure Qi merged more perfectly with that wisp of sharp sword intent. As his true Qi circulated, it carried an invisible sharpness.

On this day, Fu Shaoping was practicing swordsmanship in the training ground. He was no longer bound by fixed moves, and his swordsmanship was free and unrestrained. Sometimes the sword light was like the first light of dawn, sometimes like the rolling clouds, and sometimes a blood-red afterimage that made people's hearts tremble appeared in the extreme brilliance. The three artistic conceptions were seamlessly transformed and gradually became a whole.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he sheathed his sword, looking towards the outside of the cave. A communication talisman flew in, not from Shen Qingshan, but from the sect's affairs hall.

"Junior Nephew Fu, there have been unusual developments on the shores of the East Sea recently, with the appearance of an ancient cultivation cave or secret realm, attracting forces from all sides. The sect intends to send elite disciples to investigate and train there. You are hereby ordered to assemble at the sect square in three days, and Elder Li of Xuan Shui Peak will lead the team. This journey is dangerous, but also full of opportunities. Please prepare in advance."

Hidden Realm of the East China Sea?

Fu Shaoping's eyes narrowed slightly. Sect missions are usually optional, but this time he was specifically chosen, indicating the importance placed on him, and also signifying both risk and opportunity. Although he had risen to prominence, in the Qingxuan Sect and even the entire cultivation world, he was still just a promising junior. To improve faster, isolating oneself was ultimately limited; venturing out to train, clashing with geniuses and powerful figures from all sides, and vying for opportunities was the only way to grow quickly.

"The East Sea..." he murmured to himself, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a flicker of anticipation. His sword needed a wider world to prove itself.

Three days later, at the Qingxuan Sect Square.

More than ten core disciples stood solemnly, all possessing formidable auras, the lowest being at the eighth level of Qi Refining, with several having reached the peak of the ninth level. Leading the group was Elder Li of Xuan Shui Peak, a middle-aged cultivator with a refined face and an aura as deep as a bottom, a powerful expert in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Fu Shaoping's arrival attracted many glances. Some were curious, some scrutinizing, and some even a hint of barely perceptible apprehension. After all, to be able to single-handedly defeat a Foundation Establishment cultivator with only the seventh level of Qi Refining cultivation was enough to draw attention, regardless of the methods used.

Elder Li's gaze swept over the crowd, pausing slightly on Fu Shaoping. He nodded without saying anything more, and with a flick of his sleeve, a flying boat, slightly larger than Shen Qingshan's and shimmering with a light blue hue, appeared in the air.

"Board the ship and set sail."

The flying boat transformed into a streak of light, departing from the Qingxuan Sect and speeding towards the distant shores of the East Sea.

On the boat, Fu Shaoping found a secluded corner, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to rest. He could feel several divine senses faintly sweeping over him, but he ignored them. There was competition even within the sect; these were not only fellow disciples but also potential rivals in the secret realm.

Several days later, the flying boat arrived at the coast of the East China Sea.

Even before getting close, one could feel the tense atmosphere permeating the air. Various colored lights streaked across the sky, and tents stood in rows on the ground with flags fluttering in the wind. Besides large sects like the Qingxuan Sect, there were also many immortal cultivation families, loose cultivator alliances, and even some strangely dressed, chilling figures of demonic cultivators.

A massive, semi-transparent light barrier enveloped the sea and coastal mountains in front of them. The barrier shimmered with iridescent light, runes flickering beneath it, and exuded an ancient and powerful aura. Clearly, the secret realm had not yet fully opened.

Elder Li docked the flying boat at the Qingxuan Sect's temporary base and said in a deep voice, "The entrance to the secret realm is unstable, and it will open in the next few days. You must remember that within the secret realm, opportunities depend on your own abilities, but you must also remember the bonds between fellow disciples. Cultivators from the outside world are of varying quality, and demonic cultivators are even more cunning, so please be careful."

All the disciples responded in unison.

Fu Shaoping stepped out of the flying boat, sensing the various auras mixed in the air and the faint oppressive feeling emanating from behind the light barrier, a slight ripple stirred in his heart. He could feel the core disciple token at his waist slightly warm, as if it had formed an extremely weak resonance with something within the light barrier.

"Is it because of the sect's sword intent contained within, or... the Sunset Sword Intent itself?" He gazed thoughtfully at the enormous light barrier.

Just then, a commotion came from another direction. A group of cultivators dressed in white and carrying long swords escorted a man who was handsome, with a cold demeanor and a sword aura surrounding him, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

"They're from the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"That's... Ling Juexiao, the Sword Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect this generation! It's said that he has reached the pinnacle of Qi Refining, possesses a clear sword heart, and once fought against a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator without being defeated!"

“I didn’t expect he would come too!”

There was a murmur of discussion around them. Ling Juexiao, the swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect, seemed to sense something. His sharp, sword-like gaze swept over the Qingxuan Sect. When his eyes met Fu Shaoping's, he paused slightly before looking away. But Fu Shaoping clearly felt an invisible sword intent pressing down on him, as if a drawn sword was pointing at his brow.

Fu Shaoping's sword energy flowed spontaneously within his body, and his Heart Sword Technique stirred slightly, quietly dissolving the invisible oppressive feeling. He calmly looked back.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Juexiao's eyes, which then transformed into a faint fighting spirit. Without lingering, he led the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples toward their encampment.

"Heavenly Sword Sect, Sword Master..." Fu Shaoping murmured to himself, feeling no pressure at all, but rather a surge of heat in his blood. A powerful opponent is the best whetstone to sharpen the sword.

He looked up at the light barrier of the secret realm that was about to open, his eyes sharp as swords.

This secret realm of the East Sea will be his new testing ground. His Sunset Sword will illuminate the heavens here!
The Qingxuan Sect's headquarters were built against the mountains and by the sea, with array formations shimmering and blocking out the noise and prying eyes of the outside world. Elder Li arranged for his disciples to take turns on guard duty and rest, waiting for the secret realm to open.

Fu Shaoping sat cross-legged in his makeshift tent, unperturbed by the turbulent events outside. His fingertips lightly traced the core disciple token at his waist; the faint resonance with the secret realm's protective barrier remained, subtle and almost imperceptible. "The intent of the Falling Sunset Sword... vitality, change, annihilation... the aura of this secret realm seems to lean more towards the 'sedimentation' and 'ancient' that follow 'annihilation.'" Combining his insights from the *General Outline of the Falling Sunset Sword Manual*, he carefully savored the resonance, a vague guess forming in his mind. This might be the remnant of an ancient sword cultivator's passing, or the culmination of countless years of experience in their cave dwelling.

He closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the outside world, and focused his mind on a deeper fusion of "thousands of flowing clouds" and "the rising sun." The brief exchange of glances with Ling Juexiao made him realize that in this secret realm, powerful enemies were all around, and he had to adjust his own condition to its peak.

Two days later, at noon.

The enormous light barrier covering the sea and mountains suddenly trembled violently. The flowing light on its surface surged and converged at an unprecedented speed, eventually forming a massive vortex at the top of the barrier. At the center of the vortex, the light grew increasingly dazzling, and an aura of desolation, antiquity, and sharp sword intent spread outwards like a tide!

"The secret realm is about to open!"

Someone shouted, and the entire coastline instantly erupted in chaos! Countless figures shot into the sky like locusts, vying to reach the vortex at the top of the light barrier!

"Qingxuan Sect disciples, form the formation and advance!" Elder Li's voice was steady and powerful, echoing throughout the encampment.

More than ten core disciples of the Qingxuan Sect were already prepared. Upon receiving the order, they immediately formed a simple assault sword formation. Their sword lights were connected, like a giant sword drawn from its sheath. Following closely behind the teams from the other major sects, they charged fiercely towards the vortex of light shield!

Fu Shaoping, situated within the sword formation, could feel immense pressure emanating from his surroundings. The vortex of light was no easy path; approaching it brought a powerful tearing force and chaotic spatial fluctuations, as if to crush and toss any intruders away. Disciples from various sects displayed their unique abilities, their protective auras and defensive magic treasures flashing intensely. Occasionally, someone would scream as they were thrown out of the ranks, either due to insufficient strength or because they were ambushed by others.

The Qingxuan Sect's sword formation at this moment demonstrated the profound strength of a major sect. The sword light flowed endlessly, forcefully carving out a relatively stable passage in the chaotic torrent!

The light and shadows before their eyes shifted violently, and the sense of spatial distortion was extremely intense. They didn't know how much time had passed; it felt like only a moment, yet also like an eternity. Everyone felt a lightness around them, and the tearing force suddenly disappeared.

down to earth.

The view before me suddenly opened up; it was no longer a blue sea and sky, but a desolate, lifeless, and broken world.

The sky was a hazy gray, obscuring the sun and moon. Beneath their feet lay cracked, dark red earth. In the distance lay the ruins of collapsed palaces, their broken stone pillars pointing straight to the heavens like the tombstones of giants. Ancient dust and a faint, sharp aura permeated the air—the lingering intent of swordsmanship, undiminished through the ages.

"The sword intent here is extremely strong, and the space is unstable. Do not use large-scale spells lightly, and do not fly around at will!" Elder Li's voice rang out again, tinged with solemnity. "Be careful, explore for opportunities, and gather here in three days!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the disciples of the Qingxuan Sect immediately scattered, transforming into streaks of light and shooting off in different directions. Faced with such an opportunity, even fellow disciples were competitors.

Fu Shaoping did not rush into action. He stood still, closing his eyes to carefully sense the surroundings. The core disciple token at his waist resonated even more strongly in this place, faintly pointing towards the southeast. At the same time, the Sunset Sword Intent within his body spontaneously became active, subtly communicating with the ancient sword intent remaining in this world.

"Southeast..." He opened his eyes, selected a direction, and moved. Instead of flying on his sword, he used the Golden Rainbow Escape Technique, transforming into a golden afterimage that swept low into the sky. His speed was as fast as a ghost, yet he skillfully avoided several areas where the space was obviously unstable.

The scene along the way was one of devastation. Occasionally, one could see cultivators searching through the ruins or fighting over a broken magical artifact, but Fu Shaoping paid no attention to them; his goal was clear.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a vast "sword mound" appeared ahead, composed of countless broken swords! Most of these broken swords were rusted and had lost all their spirit, yet their dense, boundless array still exuded a soaring aura of sorrow and desolation. In the center of the sword mound stood a relatively intact black stone tablet, inscribed with two ancient characters, written in a flowing, powerful style, yet containing boundless sharpness—【Burial of the Swords】!
The core disciple's token caused an unusually violent tremor here! The source of the resonance was right beneath that stone tablet!
However, several groups of people had already gathered around the stone tablet. The Heavenly Sword Sect, led by Ling Juexiao, had seven or eight disciples forming a sword formation, their sword energy soaring into the sky; on the other side were several disciples from noble cultivation families, dressed in fine clothes and exuding extraordinary aura; and there was another group of people covered in murderous aura, clearly demonic cultivators, who were eyeing them menacingly.

The three forces were in a tripartite balance, wary of each other, and none of them made the first move, their eyes all focused on the [Burial Sword] stone tablet.

Fu Shaoping's arrival immediately drew everyone's attention, especially to the core disciple token at his waist that trembled slightly and subtly echoed the stone tablet.

"People from the Qingxuan Sect?" A young man from a prominent family frowned.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining? You dare to meddle?" one of the demonic cultivators sneered.

Only Ling Juexiao's gaze fell on Fu Shaoping again, this time with a more intense scrutiny. He could sense that the sword intent emanating from this Qingxuan Sect disciple had a peculiar harmony with the environment, especially the stone tablet.

Fu Shaoping ignored the hostility and disdain around him. He walked slowly towards the Sword Tomb and stopped a hundred feet away from the three forces. His gaze passed over the crowd and landed directly on the [Burial of the Sword] stone tablet.

The moment he stood still, something unexpected happened!
The stone tablet, labeled "Burial of the Sword," trembled violently, and the two ancient characters on its surface suddenly lit up, bursting forth with dazzling light! A vast, desolate, and terrifying sword intent, seemingly capable of burying all the swords of the heavens, descended with a thunderous roar, like a sleeping dragon awakening!
"Om-!"

The entire Sword Tomb, with its billions of broken swords, trembled simultaneously, emitting a deafening roar! The sounds converged, forming an invisible shockwave that swept across all directions!

"Poof!" "Poof!"

Several young masters from aristocratic families and demonic cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation were the first to be hit, and were directly blasted away by the sword intent, coughing up blood and flying backward!

Ling Juexiao's face paled, and his sword intent surged forth, transforming into an invisible giant sword to protect himself and his fellow disciples, barely managing to stabilize himself. He stared in horror at the stone tablet, his eyes filled with shock and fervor.

Fu Shaoping, however, did not retreat under the impact of this vast sword intent. The core disciple token at his waist shone brightly, and the Sunset Sword Intent within his body spontaneously operated to its limit. The imagery of dawn, flowing clouds, and even a sliver of setting sun flashed alternately, forming a strange confrontation and fusion with the intent of "Burial Sword"!
He seemed to hear the mournful cries of countless swords, and feel their former glory and ultimate annihilation. The true meaning of "annihilation" in the Sunset Sword Intent was amplified and resonated infinitely at this moment!
"So that's how it is... The Burial of the Sword is not the end, nor is Annihilation the finality, but rather... the beginning of Returning to the Source and Rebirth..." As if struck by a sudden inspiration, a profound realization welled up in his mind. His understanding of "the setting sun like blood" deepened dramatically at this moment!
He suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and without further hesitation, he took a step forward!
Amidst the astonished gazes of Ling Juexiao and the others, Fu Shaoping disregarded the terrifying pressure of the "Burial Sword" sword intent and, with lightning speed, charged directly toward the radiant stone tablet!
His Sunset Sword, in this desolate land where ten thousand swords vanish, seeks to prove his own path—to live through death! (End of Chapter)