Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 303 The Bottom of the Abyss
However, in the right flank, Wu Ming of Han Ya Peak interlaced his fingers against his chin, his dark fingernails gleaming in the shadows. The remaining few had their eyes half-closed, as if they were lost in thought. Shen Wuyai, at the head of the group, had a smile on his face, but his body remained motionless.

The nonchalant attitude of these individuals contrasted sharply with the enthusiastic response from the left.

"Since half of the elders and chief elders have agreed, the matter has been approved."

Bi Yuan remained calm, then lightly flicked his sleeves and stepped out of the hall first.

"Please follow me."

Cui Yu and the others naturally followed without hesitation. Shen Wuyai remained silent for a moment, then slowly followed. Before long, the group had arrived with the sect leader at the front of a cliff.

Before them lay a deep, chasm that stretched for thousands of feet, as if a god had cleaved the entire Qingwei Mountain in two with an axe.

A fierce wind howled at the mouth of the valley, and the dark red and black aura could be vaguely seen churning like living things at the bottom of the valley, sometimes condensing into the shape of swords and blades, and sometimes transforming into the form of ferocious beasts.

Deeper still, the sounds of countless weapons clashing echoed endlessly, as if millions of dead souls were locked in a fierce battle at the bottom of the abyss.

"This is the entrance to the Burial Sword Abyss."

Bi Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his black Daoist robe fluttering in the fierce wind. "Thousands of years ago, when the Daoist sect was founded, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was extremely abundant. The first patriarch used the 'Nine Heavens Thunder-Drawing Technique' to split open the mountain's belly and use the evil energy of the earth's veins to nourish his soldiers. Before their soldiers died, each generation of disciples would throw their swords into it."

Xu Yunfan stared intently at the wall and saw that it was densely covered with weapons on both sides.

The uppermost layer is mostly made of ordinary iron, which has long been rusted into reddish-brown serrations. A hundred feet down, cold and sharp swords begin to appear, with various sword energies wrapped around their blades. At the deepest part of the abyss, seven rainbow lights can be vaguely seen weaving through the water like dragons, each collision stirring up visible ripples of malevolent energy.

"When I went down into the abyss to retrieve the sword, I saw a 'Mysterious Netherworld Ice Soul Sword' fly out from the bottom of the abyss."

Bi Yuan lightly tapped his fingertip, and a stream of pure Yang energy shot into the abyss, instantly causing dozens of weapons to hum. "But how many divine weapons there are... I still don't know. In short, there are a lot of divine weapons inside. The accumulation over thousands of years is more than you can imagine."

At this point, a sigh suddenly appeared on Bi Yuan's face.

Back then, when those demonic forces invaded, the Dao Sect was the first to bear the brunt. There were many twists and turns in the Burial Sword Abyss, and these events were passed down from sect leader to sect leader.

He suddenly turned to look at Shen Wuyai, a half-smile on his face: "Even the 'Azure Nether Sword' that Junior Brother Shen took back then was actually only a mid-level item. It is said that there is an eighth-level divine weapon inside."

Shen Wuyai's expression stiffened slightly, and his fingers tightened again in his sleeve. The sect leader's words were clearly hitting a nerve. Back then, he failed to reach the true core of the Burial Sword Abyss, which naturally became known to Bi Yuan.

This old dog is clearly just venting his anger over what he did in the hall earlier.

It is now noon.

Bi Yuan suddenly raised his hand, and a powerful stream of pure Yang energy, so strong that it moved even Xu Yunfan, shot out from his palm, transforming into a ten-foot-long crimson beam that shot into the abyss.

The surging malevolent energy receded like the tide, revealing a bronze walkway spiraling downwards along the abyss wall.

Bi Yuan solemnly instructed, "Remember, you only have four hours. If weapons come to you on their own initiative, do not be greedy. The divine weapons in the Burial Sword Abyss are always chosen by people, and even more so by the weapons choosing their masters."

"Yes, Master! Your disciple will remember this!"

Xu Yunfan took a deep breath and stepped into the Burial Sword Abyss.

In an instant, a thick, tangible aura of malevolence swept over him, as if thousands of fine needles were piercing his skin, causing his muscles to tense involuntarily.

The weapons in the abyss seemed to sense something, trembling and humming, their sharp energy carving marks of varying depths on the rock face.

He slowly descended the bronze walkway. With each step, ancient runes appeared on the bronze beneath his feet, dispelling the malevolent energy that tried to entangle him.

These are Daoist patterns carved by the Daoist patriarchs who were still in a state of abundant primordial spirit, and they have extremely wondrous effects.

The rock walls on both sides were covered with weapons: rusty broken knives, longswords with a chilling gleam, and strangely shaped weapons, all gleaming with an eerie light under the nourishment of the malevolent energy. After walking a hundred feet into the depths, the mist suddenly dissipated.

Xu Yunfan's pupils shrank suddenly. At the corner of the plank road ahead, there was an old man with white hair sitting cross-legged!
The old man's eyes were closed, and a long, green-edged sword lay across his lap.

The sword had no sheath, its blade as clear as autumn water. The sword light it emitted created a vacuum zone within three zhang around the old man, even forcing back the evil aura.

What's even more startling is that the old man's breathing was in sync with the sword's cry, as if the man and the sword had long since become one.

"A Taoist master?"

Xu Yunfan felt a jolt in his heart, and subconsciously tensed his body slightly. The blood and qi within him rose like a dragon and a tiger, ready to respond immediately should the other party make any unfavorable move.

Seeing that the old man did not react and sat as still as a rock, he cautiously stepped aside and walked down step by step.

"Something interesting."

The hoarse voice echoed through the deep abyss, carrying a hint of amusement.

At this moment, the white-haired old man stood up, his withered fingers gently stroking the long sword on his knee. The sword hummed, resonating with the evil energy at the bottom of the abyss.

Even more shockingly, when the old man stood up, the surging malevolent energy around him retreated automatically as if it had encountered a king, forming a clear path on the bronze walkway.

The old man didn't say much, but followed Xu Yunfan at a leisurely pace. The sound of his footsteps and the sound of his sword rang out perfectly in harmony, like some kind of ancient rhythm.

Xu Yunfan was completely unaware and continued to descend rapidly. The old man moved slowly, but his figure was like a ghost. With each step, he had already swept across four or five bronze plank roads.

It took Xu Yunfan a full hour to cover the distance of a thousand feet.

When he finally stepped to the bottom of the Burial Sword Abyss, the sight before him made him gasp for breath.

At the bottom of the abyss was a bronze platform, hundreds of feet in diameter, covered with intricate runes. In the center stood seven bronze pillars, each wrapped with a thick black iron chain.

The other end of the chain plunged into the bottomless abyss below the platform, and the creaking sound of the taut chain could be faintly heard, as if it were binding some enormous creature.

Even more astonishingly, dozens of divine weapons were suspended between the seven bronze pillars.

A long, crimson spear, its tip dripping with a liquid resembling magma.

Each section of the nine-sectioned purple-gold mace was wreathed in lightning.

A dragon-shaped phantom is coiled on the ancient bronze sword.
Below these divine weapons, seven longswords transformed into rainbow lights, weaving like swimming fish. Each time they approached the bronze pillar, the chains would tremble violently.

"The little one has good taste."

The old man's voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Xu Yunfan's expression changed drastically. When he turned around, he found that the other party was already standing three feet away from him.

The old man's withered finger was pointing towards the bottomless abyss where the copper pillar and chains stretched down.

"If you want the ultimate divine weapon, it's still down there."

Xu Yunfan subconsciously took a step back, his muscles tensed instantly, the veins on his neck bulged like a dragon, and his blood and qi surged.

(Three chapters completed today. Thank you for your support! I will continue to work hard.)

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