Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 426 True Martial Sword

"Before that, let's go see Baiyue."

Only when you have the promised magic weapon in your hands can you feel at ease.

Without further hesitation, Xu Yunfan mounted his escape light and flew straight towards Baiyue Peak.

Before Baiyue Peak, Master Baiyue, who had sensed Xu Yunfan's aura, was already waiting at the winding corridor on the peak.

Master Baiyue smiled and said, "Junior Brother Xu, you've come at the perfect time. True Lord Qingyuan just ordered people to open the Jia-class warehouse to clear out some inventory."

"Type A library?"

The Yuanshi Zongjia Character Treasury is a vital site within the sect, specifically used to seal the life-bound magical treasures of past Foundation Establishment True Immortals.

These magical treasures have extraordinary origins, including relics of fallen immortals and treasures passed down from those who have exhausted their lifespan and reincarnated.

According to the sect's rules, if a reincarnated person fails to return to the Foundation Establishment stage within three Jiazi (60 years), their magical treasures will be stored in the treasure vault to await a destined person.

Of course, apart from Foundation Establishment cultivators who die halfway through their cultivation journey, most Foundation Establishment cultivators will not contribute their magical treasures to the sect's treasury. They will generally try to hide them somewhere and wait until they awaken their innate wisdom before acquiring them.

Each of the True Lords of the Primordial Sect possessed their own treasure trove.

Xu Yunfan said happily, "Thank you very much, Senior Brother Chu."

Xu Yunfan followed Master Baiyue through thirty-six layers of restrictions. With each gate they passed through, the restrictions rippled out like water.

These restrictions are nested in layers, including a fire curtain formed by Azure Nether True Fire, an iron gate forged by Profound Yin Cold Iron, and an evil-slaying net woven with nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of magical power.

Return the Exorcising Evil Network...

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but grin.

As they passed through the seventh barrier, Master Baiyue paused to remind them: "Junior brother, remember, after passing through this gate, do not use your divine sense to explore the niches on both sides. Those are vicious weapons that have lost all their spirituality and whose energy is extremely disordered. They are most good at devouring souls and are all materials to be used for reforging."

Xu Yunfan naturally agreed.

As the last bronze gate slowly closed behind him, Xu Yunfan's expression suddenly froze.

The so-called Jia-character warehouse in front of them was actually a broken palace floating in the void.

Twelve broken golden dragon pillars supported the crumbling dome. The ground was not paved with jade, but with metal made from countless fragments of weapons. Every step stirred up a faint metallic clang.

The remaining weapons were so sharp that some even scraped the soles of the feet.

This was completely different from the treasure trove he had imagined.

"Made Junior Brother laugh."

Master Baiyue swept away the drifting stardust with a flick of his sleeve. “True Lord Qingyuan dislikes those fancy decorations. This Xuantian Pavilion Jia-character warehouse was originally half of the Sword Palace that he brought back from the battlefield outside the domain. Back then, the Wancheng Sword Sect took the initiative to detonate the great calamity, so it was inevitable that it would be targeted by the enemy.”

Xu Yunfan's gaze swept around, and the huge hall was unusually empty with only seven or eight magical treasures floating in the air.

A broken sword is stuck in the stone platform in the northwest corner, its blade wrapped with blood-red chains that are constantly struggling. In the southeast corner, an ancient bronze mirror leans against the wall, its surface reflecting fragments of light and shadow from different times and spaces.

Most strikingly, at a height of three zhang in the center, nine illusory dragon shadows were entwined around a tattered battle flag, with dark brown bloodstains on the flag still slowly writhing.

"Do you think it's shabby?"

Master Baiyue chuckled, "Of the Foundation Establishment True Immortals of the Yuanshi Sect throughout history, eight out of ten reincarnated and started cultivating again. They would bury their natal magic treasures in the Nine Netherworlds rather than obediently return them to the treasure vault. Three years ago, when that person from White Deer Peak underwent physical transformation, he even went so far as to erase the spiritual essence of three magic treasures."

Xu Yunfan was no exception; as a disciple of the Demonic Sect, it was only natural for him to be selfish.

Before the words were finished, a clear and melodious sword cry suddenly came from the dome.

Xu Yunfan looked up and saw a dark black longsword emitting a blue sword light on the highest broken beam.

As the sword trembled, the scattered fragments of magical artifacts resonated with it.

Where starlight streamed down from the dome, a long, jet-black sword floated suspended. The blade was adorned with tortoise-shell patterns, and the serpentine relief coiled around the hilt seemed to move slowly.

As Xu Yunfan approached, the sword suddenly burst forth with a three-zhang-long blue light, illuminating the True Martial Dharma Image hidden around him in every detail.

The moment Xu Yunfan's gaze fell upon the dark black longsword, the True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture within his body began to operate on its own, and the Primordial True Seed resonated and vibrated in his dantian.

The tortoise shell pattern on the sword blade subtly echoes the scales of his Xuanwu avatar, and the serpentine relief coiled around the hilt seems to move as if it were alive.

Without needing to touch it, he could already sense the divine martial essence that had been dormant within the sword for countless years surging towards him like a tide. This sword was actively responding to the divine martial foundation within his body.

Master Baiyue, who witnessed all of this, smiled even more broadly.

"This is the True Martial Sword."

Master Baiyue clapped his hands and chuckled, “This is the sword of the former Master Shenwu. When the great calamity struck, Master Shenwu used this sword to drink the blood of seventeen Foundation Establishment Masters.”

"So exaggerated?"

Xu Yunfan looked surprised.

Only after he had forged his foundation and entered the Foundation Establishment Realm did he realize the profound mysteries within.

Within the same realm, without thorough preparation and a comprehensive trap, it is virtually impossible to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator on the spot and send them to reincarnation.

Xu Yunfan paused for a moment, then glanced at Master Baiyue.

"It seems this sword was left here specifically for me."

"Leave it for you?" Master Baiyue shook his head and said, "To be precise, it's left for someone who cultivates the foundation of the Divine Martial Dao. Otherwise, why would I have intercepted you in the far north?"

"why?"

"Because the True Martial Devouring Demon Scripture is related to the Golden Core Dao, if it is handled properly, the Primordial Sect may well produce another True Lord."

Xu Yunfan understood, nodded slightly, and said no more. He possessed the True Martial Devouring Demon Scripture, which was a perfect match for the True Martial Sword. There was really no other choice.

The moment Xu Yunfan gripped the sword hilt, his body trembled slightly.

He felt a surge of spiritual energy wash over the sword, and saw countless fragments of memories.

The scene shifts as Shenwu Zhenren annihilates numerous cultivators atop the suspended mountain, then sacrifices countless rogue cultivators and even disciples of the three sects in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm. Finally, the scene freezes on a pair of pale hands emerging from the void, tearing Shenwu Zhenren in two.

It actually provoked the True Lord to take action?!

Xu Yunfan felt a slight tremor in his heart. Looking at the Zhenwu Sword in his hand, he felt it was slightly too hot to handle.

Once you accept this sword, you'll likely incur a great karmic debt.

That old bastard, why didn't I think of chopping you into mincemeat before I was done with it?

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Junior brother?"

Baiyue's voice pulled him back to reality.

Xu Yunfan then discovered that his Dharma form had manifested automatically. The phantom of three heads and six arms merged with the sword light. The True Martial Sword was connected to the stars, and the power of starlight was strongly drawn down and gathered on the sword body. The sword blade was a white expanse, and the light of the Big Dipper was projected onto the dome of the Treasure Pavilion.

He suppressed his shock and casually said, "This sword seems to be destined for me. Is that alright?"

"nature."

Master Baiyue smiled meaningfully, "However, Foundation Establishment cultivators need a Daoist name. Now that you have obtained the True Martial Sword, you must give yourself a Daoist name."

(End of this chapter)