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

In an instant, a cacophony of ghostly wails and howls erupted! Countless twisted, tormented phantoms of ghosts burst forth from the mist, baring their fangs and claws, their chilling cries and mind-bending demonic sounds surrounding him!

Hundred Ghosts Devouring Souls Formation!
Fu Shaoping's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even draw his sword. His chaotic sword domain naturally unfolded around him, like an invisible force field protecting him.

The ghosts that rushed towards the sword domain crashed into it like moths to a flame! The vitality of the morning glow purified their resentment, the ever-changing clouds disrupted their forms, and the icy desolation of the setting sun directly annihilated their very souls! A series of shrill screams could be heard, and the approaching ghosts melted away like ice and snow, turning into pure Yin energy, which was then absorbed and transformed by the sword domain, replenishing Fu Shaoping's energy.

He walked with unhurried steps, as if strolling leisurely in a garden, towards the depths of the valley. Wherever he passed, all ghosts fled, and the black mist dissipated!
"Who dares to trespass into my cave?!"

From the depths of the valley came a shrill scream filled with shock and anger. A dark figure soared into the sky, hovering in mid-air. It was an old man dressed in tattered black robes, with a gaunt face like a skeleton, holding a banner of ten thousand ghosts—the Hundred Ghosts Master!
He was horrified to find that his Hundred Ghosts Soul Devouring Array had been broken so easily. When he saw that the newcomer was only a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was even more surprised and uncertain.

"Qingxuan Sect, Fu Shaoping, has come to take your life." Fu Shaoping's tone was calm, as if stating a given fact.

"Arrogant brat! You dare to challenge me?" The Hundred Ghosts Master laughed in fury, wildly shaking the Myriad Ghosts Banner in his hand. "Myriad Ghosts Night Parade, devour him!"

Woo——!
Ten times denser and a hundred times more concentrated than before, the Yin energy surged out of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner like a tidal wave, transforming into thousands upon thousands of even more ferocious and powerful ghosts and ghost generals, including several ghost kings whose auras were comparable to those of the late Foundation Establishment stage! They converged into a destructive torrent, emitting earth-shattering ghost howls, and engulfed Fu Shaoping!

The sheer scale of the event was enough to instantly cause an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator to lose their composure and feel their courage shattered!

Faced with this monstrous torrent that could engulf an army, Fu Shaoping finally made his move.

He didn't use any sword techniques; he simply pointed his fingers forward like a sword and gently touched the ground.

"Startled silence."

A sword light, interwoven with dark red and chaos, emerged silently from his fingertips like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance.

The moment the Silence Sword appeared, time seemed to freeze for a split second.

The surging, malevolent torrent of ghosts, upon contact with that seemingly faint sword light, was as if it had been plunged into a realm of absolute zero. All the roars, all the ferocity, all the yin energy—in an instant—froze, solidified, and then silently vanished!

Where the sword flashed, all was silent.

It was as if it wasn't a sword light, but a boundary separating life and death, existence and nothingness!
Thousands upon thousands of ghosts, including those few late-stage Foundation Establishment ghost kings, were unable to put up even the slightest resistance. Under this absolute "annihilation," they were transformed into the most primordial Yin energy particles and dissipated into the world.

One sword, and ten thousand ghosts are annihilated!

The savage grin on the face of the Hundred Ghosts Master froze instantly, turning into extreme fear and disbelief! His Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, which made him famous, and the army of ghosts he had painstakingly cultivated over hundreds of years... just like that... gone?
What kind of sword is this?! What kind of monster is this?!
Fu Shaoping gave him no time to think. The Jingji Sword drew a graceful arc in the air, as if traversing the void, and instantly appeared before the Hundred Ghosts Master's brow!
That icy, desolate sword intent made even the Hundred Ghosts Venerable's soul tremble! He let out a strange cry, frantically burning his essence blood and summoning several protective demonic artifacts, while simultaneously retreating rapidly!

"Snap!" "Pfft!"

His protective magical artifact shattered like paper before the Silence Sword! Although the sword light was slightly blocked, it still aimed for his brow!

"I'll fight you to the death! Hundred Ghosts Devour the Body!" A madness flashed in the eyes of the Hundred Ghosts Master, who actually wanted to detonate the ghost infant he had painstakingly cultivated, and perish together with Fu Shaoping!

However, Fu Shaoping's eyes remained calm. With a slight thought, the point of chaotic light at the tip of the Jingji Sword suddenly shone brightly!
"Reincarnation."

A mysterious wave spread out. The Hundred Ghosts Master felt as if his boiling ghost energy and the ghost infant about to self-destruct had been thrown into an invisible millstone. The violent power was forcibly reversed and calmed, instead transforming into a pure soul power, which was quietly absorbed by the Silence-Shocking Sword!
All his struggles and backup plans seemed so laughable and powerless in the face of this sword blade that contained a trace of the true meaning of reincarnation.

"No...you can't..."

"puff!"

The silent sword lightly touched his brow.

The Hundred Ghosts Master's body stiffened, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and the Yin energy around him dissipated like a deflated balloon. His thin body fell straight down from the sky.

The Demon Lord of Black Wind Mountains, the Hundred Ghosts Master, is dead!

Fu Shaoping reached out and summoned the Jingji Sword back, which then entered his body. He could feel that after absorbing some of the Hundred Ghosts Master's soul power and the pure Yin energy in the valley, the Jingji Sword's spirituality seemed to have increased slightly, and its icy and desolate intent had become even more restrained and profound.

He glanced at the corpse of the Hundred Ghosts Master and the now-extinguished Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts, but did not take them. These demonic objects were incompatible with his Daoist principles.

Task accomplished, cleanly and efficiently.

He turned around, transformed into a golden rainbow, and vanished without leaving a trace.

Through this battle, Fu Shaoping gained a clearer understanding of his own strength. At the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, combined with his natal flying sword Jingji and the complete Luoxia Sword Dao, he now possessed the strength to challenge opponents of higher levels, and even kill ordinary early-stage Core Formation cultivators!

He felt even more confident after the Sky Dome Sword Tournament.

His next stop was the Heavenly Vault Mountain, a gathering place for the world's finest sword cultivators! Fu Shaoping didn't publicize the battle in the Black Wind Mountains, but the higher-ups of the Azure Profound Sect naturally had channels to learn of it. A mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, single-handedly and effortlessly slaying the Core Formation demonic cultivator, Hundred Ghosts Venerable—such a feat couldn't be described as genius; it was practically monstrous!

At the summit of Sunset Peak, the sea of ​​clouds surged, yet held an even more somber air than usual. Fu Shaoping sat cross-legged beside the Silence Sword, his aura and sword intent merging perfectly, reaching a state of flawless harmony. The Heavenly Sword Tournament was just around the corner.

On this day, Shen Qingshan's figure appeared silently on the mountaintop. "How are the preparations going?" He got straight to the point, his gaze falling on Fu Shaoping, then sweeping over the Jingji Sword that concealed a thunderous aura.

"Disciple is ready." Fu Shaoping stood up, his tone calm, but his eyes were like unsheathed swords, sharp and piercing.

Shen Qingshan nodded slightly and tossed over a jade slip: "This is information collected by the sect about the opponents we need to pay close attention to in this Sky Dome Sword Tournament. Take a look."

Fu Shaoping's consciousness sank into the jade slip, and a large amount of information flooded into his mind.

[Ling Juexiao of the Heavenly Sword Sect, at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, with a clear sword heart, has initially condensed the 'Supreme Sword Soul' and is suspected of possessing a fragment of the Heavenly Sword Sect's supreme sword manual, the "Heavenly Gang Sword Technique".]

[Xiao Lie, of the Blazing Fire Sword Sect, is at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage. His Blazing Fire Sword Domain is nearing completion. He is known for his violent temper, ferocious fighting style, and exceptional talent in fire-based swordsmanship.]

[Xuanbing Pavilion, Leng Ning Shuang, late Foundation Establishment stage, possesses the 'Xuanbing Spirit Body', her swordsmanship is cold and unpredictable, she excels at freezing the soul with ice-based sword intent, making her impossible to defend against.]

[Jingang Temple, Huiming, late Foundation Establishment stage, Buddhist sword cultivator, practicing the "Jingang Subduing Demon Sword," whose swordplay is unparalleled in its ferocity, containing the true essence of Buddhist demon-subduing techniques, and is extremely effective against evil spirits and heretics.]

[A rogue cultivator, without a trace, of mysterious origin, mid-Foundation Establishment stage. His swordsmanship is fast, unpredictable, and ruthless, especially skilled in assassination, taking lives from the shadows. He has a record of successfully assassinating a Core Formation cultivator.]

Each name and each brief introduction represents the pinnacle of combat power among their peers. Ling Juexiao's sword spirit, Xiao Lie's raging fire, Leng Ningshuang's profound ice, Huiming's Vajra, Wuhen's cunning killing... none of them are formidable opponents.

Fu Shaoping slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled not with fear, but with an even more intense fighting spirit. Only by clashing with such a hero could he truly test his swordsmanship!
"You saw it?" Shen Qingshan said calmly. "This sword competition has gathered the best sword cultivators in the world, and it is no longer an ordinary sect competition. Among them are those who have great fortune and have obtained ancient inheritances, and there may even be the personal disciples of reclusive old monsters. Although you are quite strong, you must not be careless in the slightest."

"This disciple understands," Fu Shaoping said solemnly.

"Three days from now, gather at the mountain gate, and I will personally lead the team to Tianqiong Mountain." After Shen Qingshan finished speaking, his figure once again disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Three days later, at the Qingxuan Sect's mountain gate plaza.

Led by Shen Qingshan, ten true disciples and core disciples, including Fu Shaoping, stood solemnly. These ten were all outstanding Foundation Establishment disciples of the Qingxuan Sect, possessing refined auras and sharp eyes. When they saw Fu Shaoping, their gazes were filled with awe and a hint of competitiveness.

"Set off."

With a flick of his sleeve, Shen Qingshan conjured up a flying boat far larger than the "Sun Chasing Boat," its entire body shrouded in cyan runes and shaped like a giant sword—one of the Qingxuan Sect's most prized flying treasures, the "Azure Nether Sword Boat"!
The group boarded the sword boat, which emitted a clear and melodious sword cry. It transformed into a long blue rainbow that stretched across the sky, tearing through the clouds and speeding toward the legendary holy land of swordsmanship in the center of the continent—Mount Tianqiong!

On the sword-shaped boat, Fu Shao stood calmly at the bow, letting the fierce wind whip around him and his clothes flutter. He gazed at the mountains and rivers rushing past below, his heart filled with a mixture of heroic spirit and fighting will.

Mount Tianqiong, located in the center of the continent, is no ordinary mountain range. It is a massive mountain suspended tens of thousands of feet in the air, composed entirely of some strange metallic stone. Legend has it that it was the place where ancient sword immortals discussed the Dao. Countless sword intents and Dao traces of ancient sword cultivators remain on the mountain, making it an unparalleled holy land in the hearts of sword cultivators throughout the world.

The closer they got to Tianqiong Mountain, the more sword lights and escape lights they encountered in the air. There were solitary swordsmen flying on their swords, sect groups riding in magnificent flying boats, and even some rogue cultivators with obscure auras and peculiar attire. Their target was that towering, suspended divine mountain, its sword energy soaring into the sky!

Several days later, the Azure Nether Sword Ship arrived at the outer edge of Sky Dome Mountain. There, a colossal mountain, its magnificence beyond description, floated above the sea of ​​clouds. Its surface was covered with sword marks, radiating an ancient, desolate, and extremely sharp aura. Countless powerful sword intents intertwined between heaven and earth as if they were tangible, forming a unique "sword domain" force field. Those with insufficient cultivation could not even approach it.

At the foot of the mountain, a huge crowd had already gathered, setting up temporary markets and residences. Flags from various sects, aristocratic families, and independent cultivator alliances fluttered in the wind, and the aura of powerful figures was palpable.

As a major sect in the sword path, the Qingxuan Sect naturally has its own exclusive territory. The sword boat slowly descended, immediately attracting countless gazes. Especially when Shen Qingshan and Fu Shaoping stepped off the sword boat, they became the center of attention.

"It's the Qingxuan Sect! The leader is 'Green Robe Sword' Shen Qingshan!"

"Is that Fu Shaoping? He looks so young!"

"I heard he killed the Hundred Ghosts Venerable during the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, I wonder if it's true or not..."

"Hmph, he's just relying on his powerful magic weapon. On the dueling platform, we still need real skill!"

Whispers and scrutinizing gazes came from all directions. Fu Shaoping seemed oblivious to it all. He looked up at the towering Tianqiong Mountain, its sword energy soaring into the sky, feeling the boundless sword intent that filled the heavens and earth, seemingly able to resonate with the sword energy within his body. The flames of battle in his heart were already burning fiercely.

His gaze swept across the crowd, landing on Ling Juexiao, whose aura grew increasingly unfathomable, like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, standing before the Heavenly Sword Sect; on the other side of the Li Huo Sword Sect, Xiao Lie grinned at him, brimming with fighting spirit; and he also sensed powerful auras, some cold, some fierce, and some mysterious, emanating from the Xuanbing Pavilion, the Vajra Temple, and other directions.

A constellation of stars, a gathering of dragons and tigers.

Fu Shaoping's lips curled into a slight smile.

This celestial sword duel certainly did not disappoint him.

His silent sword emitted a faint hum in its sheath, yearning to drink blood and to compete with the world's most famous swords!
The sword duel has not yet begun, but an invisible clash has already permeated the air among the many geniuses.

Three days later, the Celestial Sword Tournament will officially begin!
At that time, the sword light will illuminate the sky, and only the strongest will be able to reach the top and become famous throughout the world! Three days will pass in the blink of an eye.

At the foot of Tianqiong Mountain, the atmosphere was as tense as a full moon. As the first rays of dawn pierced the sea of ​​clouds and illuminated the mountain covered with ancient sword marks, an ancient and desolate bell tolled down from the mountain peak, resounding for miles around!
"when--!"

The bell tolled loudly, as if it were a call from ancient times. In an instant, the invisible and powerful sword intent field surrounding Tianqiong Mountain began to rotate slowly, as if it were being manipulated by an invisible hand. On the front of the mountain, a towering sword ladder, thousands of feet high and composed of countless sword intent runes, condensed!
The sword ladder has a total of 9,999 steps, each of which flows with a different sword intent, whether sharp, heavy, ethereal, or murderous... Only by relying on one's own sword cultivation and stepping through this heavenly ladder baptized by sword intent can one reach the "Sword Debate Platform" halfway up the mountain and obtain the qualification for a formal sword debate!
This Heavenly Sword Ladder is the first and most basic selection process in the Celestial Sword Tournament! Only true sword geniuses are qualified to step onto the stage!
"The ladder to heaven has opened! Sword contenders, enter the ladder!" A majestic voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, utterly devoid of emotion. (End of Chapter)