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

Time flew by amidst the intense preparations.

Two months later, Fu Shaoping felt he was fully prepared and in peak condition. He emerged from seclusion and bid farewell to Shen Qingshan.

At the summit of Luoxia Peak, a sea of ​​clouds churns and surges.

Shen Qingshan looked at the disciple before him, whose aura had become increasingly profound and restrained, and after a moment of silence, said, "The Ancient Sword Tomb is no ordinary place. The opportunities within are certainly tempting, but life is more important. Remember, come back alive."

He didn't bestow any magical treasures upon him, nor did he offer any further instructions, because at Fu Shaoping's current level, external aids and words had limited effect. Only his own strength and willpower were fundamental.

"Your disciple will remember this." Fu Shaoping bowed deeply.

"Go." Shen Qingshan waved his sleeve.

Without further hesitation, Fu Shaoping summoned the Sun Chasing Boat, his body transforming into a streak of light as he soared into the sky and quickly disappeared into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

His target is the far west of the continent, the place where ten thousand swords are annihilated—the Burial Sword Abyss!

The Sun Chasing Boat was moving at full speed, hurtling through the air. Fu Shaoping sat cross-legged inside the boat, closing his eyes to rest, but his mind was closely connected with the Silence of the Awakening Sword, constantly deducing the various situations that might be encountered.

Along the way, he could sense that he wasn't the only one heading west. Clearly, he wasn't the only genius to have obtained the qualification for the Sword Tomb. A series of powerful, subtle, and eerie auras crisscrossed through the clouds, each maintaining a wary distance from the others.

Half a month later, the scene ahead suddenly changed.

The original mountains and rivers have vanished, replaced by an endless, monotonous, and desolate land. The land is crisscrossed with ravines, as if cleaved by countless giant swords, and the air is filled with a thick metallic stench and a sense of deathly stillness.

At the edge of the horizon, an enormous abyss, seemingly tearing the entire world apart, stretched across the land! That was—the Abyss of Burial Swords!

Even before getting close, a chilling, devouring force emanated from the abyss, seemingly impenetrable even to light. Countless broken and rusted swords, piled up like garbage at the edge of the abyss, stretched to the horizon, forming a terrifying "sword graveyard"!
This place seems to be the final resting place for all swords, filled with an atmosphere of sorrow, resentment, and destruction.

The Sun Chasing Boat slowly landed on a relatively flat area at the edge of the Burial Sword Abyss. Dozens of figures had already arrived there before him, scattered in various places, wary of each other.

Fu Shaoping put away the Sun Chaser and glanced around.

He spotted several familiar figures. From the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Ling Juexiao was prominently displayed, his aura seemingly even colder and more profound. It appeared that his defeat in the Heavenly Sword Tournament hadn't broken him; instead, it had spurred a breakthrough. Xiao Lie of the Blazing Fire Sword Sect had also arrived, casually sitting on a broken giant sword, waving at him. Leng Ningshuang of the Profound Ice Pavilion, Huiming of the Vajra Temple, and even the rogue cultivator Wuhen (clearly, Fu Shaoping hadn't actually killed him) stood quietly to the side.

Besides these, there were many more unfamiliar and powerful faces. There was a young man carrying an ancient sword, his aura ancient and weathered, as if he had stepped out of a mural; there was a strange swordsman shrouded in black robes, only his scarlet eyes visible; there was a noble young master riding in a magnificent carriage, surrounded by many maids; and there were also some non-human races, such as a wood spirit swordsman with transparent wings on his back, and a rock race swordsman covered in stone armor...

A gathering of heroes, a constellation of geniuses!
Those who can come to this place are all the top figures in their respective forces, true chosen ones, the rising stars of the era!
Fu Shaoping's arrival also attracted a lot of attention. His reputation as the champion of the Sky Dome Sword Tournament had clearly spread. Curiosity, scrutiny, apprehension, and even subtle killing intent emanated from all directions.

He seemed oblivious to this, found a secluded corner, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the sword tomb to open.

As time passed, more and more people arrived at the Burial Sword Abyss, and the atmosphere became increasingly heavy and oppressive.

Finally, at noon on the third day, when the pale sunlight shone vertically onto the endless darkness of the Burial Sword Abyss—

"Boom!!!"

The entire Burial Sword Abyss trembled violently! The endless darkness began to churn like boiling water! A desolate, ancient, and seemingly primordial sword intent, like a slumbering dragon awakening, erupted from the bottom of the abyss and soared into the sky!

The space above the abyss began to twist and fold, eventually forming a thousand-foot-high illusory portal composed of countless broken sword shadows and ancient runes!
Beyond the gate, one can vaguely see an ancient world, dilapidated and desolate, yet containing endless opportunities and dangers!
Ancient Sword Tomb, Entrance—Open!

"The Sword Tomb has been opened. Whoever carries the token, enter!"

A grand and indifferent voice, as if from eternity ago, resounded in the minds of everyone who possessed the sword talisman.

In an instant, the numerous geniuses who had been waiting for a long time, like sharks smelling blood, transformed into streaks of light of various colors and rushed toward the illusory portal!
Ling Juexiao transformed into a sword aura and took the lead!
Xiao Lie laughed wildly and charged in, enveloped in flames!
Frost, like ice butterflies, drifted in!

Countless figures swarmed in!

Fu Shaoping also opened his eyes at this moment, a fleeting sense of chaotic reincarnation flashing in his eyes.

He neither rushed to the front nor lagged behind. His form transformed into an inconspicuous streak of chaotic golden light, and with the flow of people, he stepped into the gate leading to the unknown and the legendary—the Sword Tomb!
A new journey, a trial by life and death, has officially begun!
The moment you step through the gates of the Sword Tomb, the world spins and the sense of time and space distortion far surpasses that of the Heavenly Ladder in the Sky Sword Tournament. It's as if you've passed through a chaotic passage made up of countless broken sword intents, with the mournful cries and roars of thousands of swords in your ears, and a bizarre and surreal scene of constant breaking and rebuilding before your eyes.

After a few breaths, the ground beneath my feet solidified, and the uncomfortable teleportation sensation vanished abruptly.

Fu Shao steadied himself, and the Chaos Sword Domain instantly unfolded to protect his body, his sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

What lay before me was not the tomb I had imagined, but an endless, desolate Gobi Desert. The sky was a perpetually hazy yellow, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, only low-hanging clouds like congealed scabs. The earth was cracked, covered with sand and gravel, and various strangely shaped, long-lost, broken weapons—mostly swords, countless broken, rusted, and twisted swords, like tombstones planted in the ground, stretching to the very edge of my vision.

The air was thick with the stench of decaying metal, and a heavy, deathly, and chaotic sword intent pressed down on everything, constantly eroding the life force and spirit of living beings. The spiritual energy was pitifully thin and exceptionally violent, making it difficult to absorb and refine.

"What a formidable place." Fu Shaoping thought with a chill. The environment alone was enough to make it difficult for ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators to move forward. He tried to circulate his cultivation technique and found that although the Chaos Sword Essence could resist the erosion of the sword intent here, its recovery speed was far slower than that of the outside world.

He glanced down at the bronze sword talisman in his hand and noticed that the faint light on its surface was pointing in a certain direction, as if it were guiding something.

"It seems that this sword talisman is not only a key, but also a means of finding one's way in this sword tomb."

He didn't act immediately, but instead carefully sensed his surroundings. He could sense that the moment they entered the Sword Tomb, everyone had been randomly dispersed and teleported to different areas. There were no other cultivators nearby.

"First, I need to understand the rules of this sword tomb and find the opportunity." He concealed his aura, followed the guidance of the sword talisman, chose a direction, and used the Golden Rainbow Escape Technique to fly low. He dared not go too fast, and extended his divine sense to the fullest extent, vigilant for any potential dangers.

Having traveled no more than a hundred miles, a sickening metallic scraping sound suddenly rang out from a hilly area littered with broken swords! Immediately afterward, dozens of gray-black shadows burst forth from the pile of broken swords!
These shadows are not physical entities, but rather sword auras formed from the pure killing intent and the deathly aura of this place! Their forms are blurry, like distorted human figures, holding illusory swords formed from aura, emitting silent roars, and carrying a terrifying aura of annihilation, they swarm towards Fu Shaoping!

Its speed is extremely fast, comparable to that of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!
Fu Shaoping's eyes turned cold, and the Flowing Fire Sword was instantly drawn!
"Morning Glow—Purification!"

The sword light, like the rising sun, swept out with a warm glow carrying the vitality to purify all evil! The sword demons that rushed towards them collided with the glow, like snow meeting the sun, making a "hissing" sound, and their forms quickly faded and dissipated!
However, these sword demons seemed endless. As soon as one batch was eliminated, more would emerge from the depths of the hills. Moreover, some of them began to be larger and stronger, and there were even sword demon leaders comparable to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment!

"Don't get entangled!" Fu Shaoping thought to himself, and the Sword Intent of Shocking Silence was slightly revealed!

The inner meaning of the Ice-Silent Reincarnation spread out, and the surging sword demons suddenly stopped moving, as if they had encountered their natural enemy and instinctively felt fear, thus slowing their attack.

Seizing the opportunity, Fu Shaoping transformed into a golden rainbow and instantly broke through the encirclement of the sword demons, fleeing far away without looking back.

Shaking off the sword's aura, he continued forward, guided by the sword talisman. All he saw along the way was ruin and desolation. Occasionally, he could see traces of battle, and... fresh bloodstains and fragments of broken magical artifacts. Clearly, some of his predecessors had met with misfortune here, either dying in perilous places or at the hands of... other cultivators.

In this lawless ancient sword tomb, the threat from one's own kind is probably more deadly than the environment.

Several days later, Fu Shaoping passed through a huge basin. In the center of the basin stood a strange altar made of countless bones and broken swords. Above the altar, a broken sword, completely black and only half remaining, still exuded a chilling sharpness.

The space around the broken sword was slightly distorted, with mysterious runes flowing around it, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary object.

Meanwhile, around the altar, three groups of people were already facing off!

On one side were several cultivators dressed in uniform black robes, exuding a chilling aura, from an assassin organization called "Shadow Tower".

On one side were three handsome sword cultivators from the Wood Spirit Clan, each with transparent wings on their backs.

The last one was alone, and it was the young master from a noble family whom I had met once before at the Sky Sword Tournament, who was riding in a magnificent carriage. He was accompanied by two guards with profound auras.

The three groups were clearly all after the broken black sword, and they were wary of each other, resulting in a stalemate.

Fu Shaoping's arrival immediately disrupted the balance.

"Fu Shaoping of the Qingxuan Sect?" The young master of the aristocratic family raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise and calculation flashing in his eyes. The assassin from Youying Tower's gaze grew even colder, while the sword cultivator from the Wood Spirit Clan showed a wary expression.

Fu Shaoping's gaze swept over the black broken sword, and he could feel that it contained a pure and ancient sword intent of destruction. If he could comprehend it, it would greatly benefit the perfection of his Remnant Sun Sword Dao.

But he did not go forward immediately; instead, he stopped at the edge of the basin and observed the situation.

"Hmph, another one trying to take a slice of the pie." The leader of the Shadow Tower, a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection assassin, sneered. "Gentlemen, this sword exudes murderous aura and cannot be possessed by one person alone. Why don't we join forces to take this sword first, and then each of us can compete for its ownership based on our own abilities? What do you say?"

Both the Wood Spirit Clan swordsman and the young master from that aristocratic family were somewhat tempted upon hearing this. Fu Shaoping's strength was evident to all, and if he joined the competition, the variables would be even greater.

“Agreed.” The leader of the Wood Spirit Clan nodded.

"I have no objection." The young master from the aristocratic family waved his folding fan, seemingly casual, but his eyes were sharp.

All three eyes turned to Fu Shaoping at the same time.

Fu Shaoping pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."

Joining forces for now is indeed the best option. As for what happens next... we'll have to rely on our own methods.

Seeing that all four sides had reached an agreement, the Shadow Tower assassin made the first move, his figure flashing like a ghost as he lunged towards the altar! The other two sides also launched their attacks simultaneously!
However, just as the four were about to approach the altar—

A sudden change occurred!

The black broken sword on the altar trembled violently, letting out a roar that seemed to come from hell! An extremely condensed destructive sword intent erupted like a volcano, transforming into a huge black sword aura that swept indiscriminately in all directions!
"careful!"

The four people's expressions changed drastically, and they each used their own methods to defend themselves!
Fu Shaoping unleashed his Chaos Sword Domain at full power, its light swirling! The black sword energy struck the sword domain, producing a piercing friction sound, and actually tore a gash in his sword domain, causing his blood and qi to surge!

The other three were even more disheveled. The Shadow Tower assassin was slashed away and spat out blood; the Wood Spirit Clan sword cultivator's wings were broken and his face turned deathly pale; the young master's guard sacrificed himself to block in front of him and was instantly annihilated by the sword energy!

The power of one blow is so terrifying!
After the black broken sword unleashed this attack, its light dimmed considerably.

"Now!" Greed flashed in the eyes of the young master from the noble family. Ignoring his injuries, he summoned a golden talisman, which transformed into a giant hand and grabbed at the broken sword!
The assassins from the Shadow Tower and the sword cultivators from the Wood Spirit Clan also launched a sudden attack!

Fu Shaoping's eyes turned cold, and the Silence Sword Intent was activated once again!

"Reincarnation - Imprisonment!"

An invisible force of reincarnation instantly enveloped the area around the altar, and the movements of the three people suddenly became extremely slow, as if they were trapped in a quagmire of time and space!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fu Shaoping transformed into a swift swan, arriving first despite being behind, and his Flowing Fire Sword precisely struck the hilt of the black broken sword!

However, just as he was about to succeed, another unexpected event occurred!
The bronze sword talisman in his hand suddenly began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, emitting a faint but firm light. It was not directed at the black broken sword, but rather at the base below the altar, deep within the foundation made of bones and broken swords!

There, something seemed to be strongly calling upon the sword talisman! (End of Chapter)