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

The sword talisman shifted, pointing towards the depths of the altar!
In a flash, Fu Shaoping's mind raced. The black broken sword was indeed formidable, but the one that could elicit such a strong response from the sword talisman was likely the one truly destined for him, or rather, something more intimately connected to the core of this ancient sword tomb!

With such an opportunity before us, how can we let a small gain cause us to lose a bigger one?
His sword stance suddenly changed. The Flowing Fire Sword, which was originally aimed at the black broken sword, drew a strange arc in the air. The Chaos Sword Essence suddenly erupted, not as an attack, but as a fierce slash at the altar base covered with white bones!

"Boom!"

Stone fragments and bone chips flew everywhere! He cleaved a huge crack in the altar base with a single sword strike! A boundless sword intent, far more ancient, more desolate, and even carrying a trace of sorrow and resentment than the broken black sword, awakened from the depths of the crack like a slumbering dragon and soared into the sky!

This sudden turn of events stunned the young noblemen, the Shadow Tower assassins, and the Wood Spirit Clan sword cultivators who were all preparing to fight to the death for the black broken sword.

Without any hesitation, Fu Shaoping transformed into a golden rainbow and rushed into the crack!

"Damn it! He found something even better!" The young master of the aristocratic family realized what was happening and turned ashen with rage. He wanted to rush in after Fu Shaoping, but the crack began to close rapidly after Fu Shaoping entered!
The Shadow Tower assassin's eyes flickered, and he ultimately gave up, turning instead to fight the broken black sword with the other two.

Fu Shaoping emerged from the brief darkness, his feet firmly planted on solid ground, and found himself in a small underground cave. In the center of the cave, instead of the treasures he had imagined, lay a seated figure… a skeleton!
The skeleton was entirely jade-like, not pale, but rather possessing a dark golden luster, as if it had endured for millennia without decay. It wore a tattered robe that had long since lost its luster, and its bones were covered with countless fine, mysterious sword marks. And between the skeleton's brows, a rusty, almost indistinguishable-from-ordinary-iron short sword was embedded.

That desolate, sorrowful, and unwilling overwhelming sword intent emanated from this skeleton, especially from that rusty sword!

"This is... the remains of an ancient sword cultivator?" Fu Shaoping was deeply shaken. He could sense that this body must have belonged to an unparalleled sword immortal with extraordinary cultivation! The sword marks on its bones were not wounds, but manifestations of its sword essence!

The seemingly ordinary rusty sword gave him a chilling feeling, as if a soul capable of destroying the world was sleeping within it!

The bronze sword talisman in his hand shone brightly at this moment, pointing directly at the rusty sword, conveying a complex emotion intertwined with longing and adoration.

Fu Shaoping took a deep breath, stepped forward, and did not rashly try to pull out the rusty sword. He solemnly performed a swordsman's salute towards the skeleton remains.

"Junior Fu Shaoping has mistakenly entered the resting place of the senior. I hope you will forgive any disturbance caused."

After the ceremony, he attempted to contact the rusty sword with his divine sense.

The instant my divine sense touched the rusty sword—

"Buzz!"

The rusty sword shuddered violently! The rust on its surface peeled off as if it were alive, revealing a sword body that was as dark as the night sky, yet seemed to contain a flowing river of stars! A vast, pure memory and understanding of the way of the sword, as clear as the sea, surged into Fu Shaoping's mind like a flood bursting its banks!
"My name is... Beichen... I have spent my life seeking the sword, defeating all the heavens, but in the end, I could not prevail against... the cycle of fate... What a pity... What a pity..."

Intermittent thoughts, mixed with countless profound insights about swordsmanship, rules, life and death, and reincarnation, impacted Fu Shaoping's soul!

He witnessed how this sword cultivator named "Beichen" rose from humble beginnings, his sword illuminating nineteen provinces! He saw him contend with countless powerful enemies, testing the world with his sword! And he saw, at the end of his life, facing the irresistible cycle of reincarnation, his defiant roar and final annihilation!
These memories and insights far exceeded his current level of understanding, but they were like the most precious seeds, deeply imprinted in his sword heart and Samsara Sword Domain, pointing the way for his future path!

In particular, his incomplete understanding of "reincarnation" resonated with his own reincarnation sword intent, giving him a deeper and more essential understanding of the beginning of life represented by "rising dawn", the impermanence of fate represented by "thousands of flowing clouds", and the end and nirvana represented by "the silent setting sun"!

His Sunset Sword Dao is being completed and sublimated at an astonishing speed!
It is unknown how much time passed before that vast torrent of inheritance gradually subsided.

Fu Shaoping slowly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly reflecting the rise and fall of galaxies, the cycle of reincarnation. His aura became even more profound and unfathomable. Although his cultivation level had not improved, his understanding of the sword had entered a completely new realm!
He looked at the skeleton again, his eyes filled with reverence. This senior Beichen, though dead and gone, had condensed all his life's learning into this sword, leaving it for someone destined to possess it.

He reached out and gently grasped the now-new, dark longsword.

The longsword felt weightless in his hand, as if it were nothing, yet it was intimately connected to his mind, as if it were an integral part of his body. The blade trembled slightly, conveying a sense of joy and acceptance.

"From now on, you will follow me to fight through the heavens and prove your Dao in the cycle of reincarnation!" Fu Shaoping whispered, naming you, "I will call you—'Beichen'!"

The Beichen Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry in response.

He stored the North Star Sword in his dantian, nurturing it alongside the Silence Sword. The two natal flying swords, one embodying the cycle of reincarnation and annihilation within, and the other manifesting the Daoist essence of the North Star River, complement each other.

After bowing deeply once more to the remains of the skeleton, Fu Shaoping turned and left the cave.

When he flew out of the crack, the struggle outside had already ended, and it was unknown who had won the prize; the people had all dispersed.

He glanced at the bronze sword talisman in his hand and noticed that its light pointed deeper into the tomb, suggesting that the core of the sword tomb was still ahead.

Without pausing, he transformed into a golden rainbow and sped towards the deeper part of the sword tomb, guided by the sword talisman.

He knew that greater opportunities and more challenges awaited him ahead.

Having inherited the legacy of the Northern Star Sword, he was now fearless! His sword would, within this ancient sword tomb, fully unleash its own—the radiant glow of reincarnation! Holding the Northern Star Sword, his mind filled with the vast insights of the ancient sword immortals, Fu Shaoping felt his swordsmanship vision expand infinitely. It wasn't merely an improvement in techniques and intent, but a touch upon the very essence of the "sword," a connection to the fundamental rules of the Great Dao.

Following the increasingly powerful guidance of the bronze sword talisman, he ventured deeper into the sword tomb. Along the way, the environment grew increasingly treacherous. The shattered swords no longer lay silently in the ground; instead, drawn by some invisible force, they seemed to come alive, forming bizarre sword formations that autonomously attacked any intruders. More solidified sword auras floated in the air, among which even appeared a Fiend King possessing simple intelligence and the ability to coordinate hunts.

However, these things no longer pose a significant threat to Fu Shaoping.

He didn't even need to use Beichen or Jingji; with just the Liuhuo Sword, combined with his newly comprehended sword principles, he wielded it with ease. The Dawn Sword Intent was purer, containing a trace of the mystery of "the origin of life" from the Beichen inheritance, and its purifying power was greatly enhanced; the Flowing Cloud Sword Intent was more unpredictable, secretly conforming to the trajectory of fate, often finding the sword formation's life-saving gate in the impossible; the Setting Sun Sword Intent was even more transformed, and within that "annihilation," a faint trace of the true meaning of "Nirvana" had been conceived. Where the sword light passed, it was not only an end, but also left behind an incredible transformation of life.

He was like a creator god walking through a land of destruction. Wherever he passed, sword formations collapsed and sword spirits vanished, yet he left behind traces of radiant light that contained life amidst the deathly silence.

Several days later, he arrived at a strange place. Before him was no longer a barren desert, but an endless expanse of dark red earth, forged from countless shattered swords, as if soaked in blood and then solidified. On this earth stood nine colossal pillars, each a thousand feet tall, entirely black, their surfaces covered in twisted runes. Between these pillars, gray energy intertwined like chains, forming a massive seal.

At the center of the seal, a chaotic current of energy is suspended, constantly twisting and changing shape!
The energy flow sometimes transformed into sharp sword light, sometimes manifested as mountains and rivers, sometimes roared like living beings, and sometimes returned to the most primordial nothingness. A vast aura, far surpassing that of the Beichen remains before, seemingly the source of the entire Sword Tomb, containing the ultimate mysteries of creation and destruction, emanated from it!

The bronze sword talisman trembled so violently that it almost flew out of his hand, its light as intense as the blazing sun!
"The core of the Sword Tomb!" Fu Shaoping's eyes narrowed. He could sense that the chaotic energy was the true essence of this ancient Sword Tomb, formed by the intertwining and collision of the sword dao origins of countless ancient sword cultivators after their demise with the rules of heaven and earth—the Chaotic Sword Source!
If one could refine this item, the benefits would be unimaginable!

However, this place was far from safe. The seal formed by the nine colossal pillars was incredibly powerful, radiating a chilling suppressive force. What made his heart skip a beat even more was that several figures had already arrived before him at the outer edge of the seal, each employing their own methods to try and break the seal and seize the Chaos Sword Source!
Two of them possessed such powerful auras that he felt a strong threat!

A figure clad in a star-patterned Daoist robe, his handsome face almost otherworldly, surrounded by starlight as if he commanded the celestial sphere. He wielded a longsword gleaming with starlight, each swing drawing upon stellar power to strike the seal, causing it to tremble violently. His cultivation had reached the early stage of Core Formation! And he was no ordinary Core Formation cultivator!
The other was shrouded in a constantly shifting shadow, his face obscured, only a pair of emotionless, abyss-like eyes visible. He didn't directly attack the seal, but instead continuously cast various bizarre hand seals, which seemed to draw upon the seal's own power, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, searching for its weak points. His aura was equally unfathomable, and his methods even more unpredictable and difficult to defend against.

Besides these two, there were three or four other cultivators on the outer perimeter, all at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, clearly top geniuses. However, they paled in comparison to the young man in the star robe and the shadowy figure, and could only look for opportunities on the outer perimeter.

Fu Shaoping's arrival immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The young man in the star-patterned robe stopped his attack, his gaze sweeping over with a cold, sharp intensity, carrying a hint of condescending scrutiny: "Another one coming to die? Late Foundation Establishment stage? That's interesting."

The shadowy figure merely glanced at him indifferently before continuing to focus on breaking the seal, seemingly not taking him seriously.

The few Foundation Establishment cultivators on the periphery showed wariness and apprehension, clearly recognizing him as the champion of the Sky Dome Sword Tournament.

Fu Shaoping ignored them, his gaze fixed on the chaotic sword source and the powerful seal. He knew that trying to snatch something from a tiger's mouth was an impossible task. But he had no choice; he couldn't miss such an opportunity.

He didn't immediately step forward, but instead found a relatively safe spot, sat cross-legged, and began to study the nine-pillar seal. The Northern Star Sword Immortal's legacy contained a considerable amount of knowledge about ancient formations; although incomplete, it might offer some clues.

Time passed amidst the intense confrontation and deciphering.

The young man in the star-patterned robe attacked with increasing ferocity, showering starlight like rain and creating a continuous roar.

The shadow figure's hand seals became faster and faster, and the light of the seal began to flicker.

Several cultivators on the periphery also displayed their unique abilities, attempting to get a share of the spoils.

Fu Shaoping was completely immersed in deducing the structure of the seal. Combining the Beichen inheritance with his own understanding of the rules of reincarnation, he gradually realized that these nine pillars of seal were not inanimate objects, but a cyclical suppression system based on nine different attributes of ultimate sword intent. Forcibly attacking would only trigger a stronger backlash. Only by finding its cyclical nodes and cleverly breaking them would there be a sliver of hope.

Just as he was vaguely grasping a clue, a sudden change occurred!
The shadowy figure seemed to have found the key, and suddenly unleashed a jet-black seal that seemed capable of swallowing light, imprinting it on a rune on one of the giant pillars!

"Om-!"

The entire seal suddenly froze, the light of the giant pillar that was hit dimmed instantly, and the entire seal cycle paused for a moment!
"Now!" The young man in the star-patterned robe blazed with intense light. He transformed into a star, wielding a starlight sword, and like a meteor falling to earth, he thrust straight at the flawed seal node! He was going to forcibly tear open a gap!
The surrounding cultivators, like sharks that have smelled blood, suddenly sprang up at the same time!

However, at this critical moment, Fu Shaoping, who had been sitting still, moved!

This is the opportunity he has been waiting for!
It was neither an attack on the seal nor a rush towards the source of the sword.

Instead—Jing Ji and Bei Chen drew their swords simultaneously!

The Silence Sword, imbued with absolute annihilation and reincarnation, was not aimed at the seal, but rather at the chaotic sword intent that had temporarily lost its balance and permeated the air due to the seal's stagnation! It intended to use its own Reincarnation Sword Domain to forcibly organize and temporarily control the sword intent rules of this area!

The Beichen Sword then drew upon its inheritance of insights into "stars" and "seals." A point of chaotic starlight shone from the tip of the sword, striking the shadowy figure with unparalleled precision, not to destroy, but to reinforce and guide it!

What he wanted was not to tear open a gap, but... to use the opponent's strength against them, to guide the power of the seal and turn it against the one who broke the formation!
"Sword Domain of Reincarnation - All Things Return to Nothingness!"

"Northern Star Sword Dao - Star Lock Nine Netherworlds!" (End of Chapter)