You call this the way of the sword?

The sound was like muffled thunder, exploding in my mind.

It is the wondrous flower that is calling!

No, to be precise, it's the true form of the strange flower that's summoning him to the past.

Yang Qingfeng was shocked once again.

I've seen people kneel and beg for mercy to live, but this is the first time I've ever seen someone send a telepathic plea for death.

Why seek death?

Is it that they can't do it themselves, or that they're afraid to do it themselves?

In a flash, Yang Qingfeng thought a lot and quickly calmed down.

"Junior Yang Qingfeng, may I ask your esteemed title, senior?"

He asked aloud, but there was no response.

The world suddenly became so quiet that it was as if what we had just heard was a hallucination.

However, the wolf carcass remained, the strange fragrance of the exotic flowers lingered in the air, and the subtle sounds echoed in my ears.

It's the howling wind.

It's the sound of insects chirping.

It's someone's breathing in the distance.

Hearing movement in stillness is an elevation of spiritual awareness!

Yang Qingfeng's eyes flickered slightly as he gradually became aware of the changes within himself.

He could vaguely sense that the rare flower was inside his body and had formed a strange connection with him. It was this connection that made him feel that he had improved.

The Heavenly Dao Network cannot be connected in the Talent Secret Realm, so you cannot view it in detail, but that's okay.

Yang Qingfeng, inspired by divine inspiration, activated his magical power.

Skill: Summon Sword Soul!

As a sense of detachment began to emerge, cracks appeared.

A vast, biting wind blows, and six sword spirits answer the call to come!

In the blink of an eye, nine figures in blue and white appeared in front, each with a different posture and a heroic air.

Including the one still exploring outside, there are a total of ten sword spirits.

"Fully booked..."

Yang Qingfeng felt that his magic power was still abundant, but he could no longer summon.

Upon reflection, he realized that although his magical power had been restored and his spiritual awareness had improved, his level remained unchanged at level 1.

A level 1 sword domain can only accommodate a maximum of 10 sword souls.

"Try again..."

Yang Qingfeng raised his finger and, on a whim, silently chanted, "Transform into a sword!"

In the space between Mount Sumeru, a great light of souls shone forth.

The bodies of the nine sword spirits simultaneously turned into mist and smoke, their soul power dissipating and merging entirely into their swords.

Immediately afterwards, the scabbard disappeared, revealing nine spirit swords steaming with blue flames.

"It actually worked!"

Yang Qingfeng was greatly surprised, even getting goosebumps: "The skill of transforming swords is affected by one's cultivation level. If it was executed so smoothly, could it be that one's cultivation level has also increased?"

With a casual flick of his wrist, nine spirit swords appeared and hovered before him.

They seem to retain the characteristics of the sword spirit, not only varying in length and style, but even their idle animations are different.

Some swords like to float up and down, some like to spin in place, and some have weak flames on their blades, making them look somewhat dejected and belonging to the more lazy type.

"Tsk, as expected of a spirit sword."

A smile appeared in Yang Qingfeng's eyes, and the spirit swords, infected by his mood, also began to roam happily.

After playing for a short while, the art style suddenly changed.

Nine sword lights streaked past, piercing through hundreds of old trees in an instant, then turned sharply upwards and rushed into the starry sky, until they collided with a transparent protective barrier, sparking visible sparks.

Yang Qingfeng squinted and gazed into the distance, carefully sensing the power of the spirit sword while also organizing his thoughts.

Now it's not hard to confirm that the essence and the broken bones of the alpha wolf are actually divine substances, but these substances cannot directly help people awaken their talents.

Because most of them are inanimate objects, obtaining them will only result in some improvement.

This is also the fundamental reason why most people cannot awaken their talents.

After being promoted, everyone thinks they have found the right direction, and thus becomes obsessed with absorbing essence, just like Sha Yinzhen, ignoring the trial itself.

If you fall into this misconception, you will waste three days and ultimately achieve nothing.

The correct approach is to find the essence of the divine substance and then trigger the trial.

Having figured this out, Yang Qingfeng felt refreshed and clear-headed, and naturally recalled Chang Maofu's words: "The secret realm is not a paradise, opportunities will not come by themselves, do not force it, and fight boldly."

"So the master had already given us the answer, warning us not to get stuck on a single point. But why didn't he say so? Was it because the trials in each region are different?"

Regardless, he had already triggered the trial of this world.

There's no need to care what the strange flower's true form is, nor why it seeks death. Just follow its will and fulfill its demands, and that's all there is to it—it's a transaction!

"In that case, I will see you off on your way."

Yang Qingfeng closed his eyes, and the vision of the sword spirit appeared in his mind.

This sword spirit had been exploring the northern mountains. When the earth shook, it rushed there immediately and is now serving as a remote monitor, allowing Yang Qingfeng to see the scene in the mountains.

The mountains were bustling with activity at this time.

The tremor just now caused a landslide, revealing an underground ruin.

Centered on the ruins, birds took flight in fright, beasts went berserk, and all the creatures that had died but did not perish went mad and desperately rushed into the ruins.

Within the ruins, dozens of newly recruited cultivators were trapped by a sudden beast tide, and a battle broke out in a confused manner, growing increasingly fierce as it progressed.

This battle was very strange.

The newly recruited cultivators are only level 1, yet they can use skills frequently.

The beast tide may seem fierce, but in reality, they are tearing each other apart. After they die, they turn into ashes, leaving only wisps of essence, which either drift into the depths of the ruins or are absorbed by the boys and girls to enhance their combat power.

Finally, people began to discover clues during the battle.

"They're flowers! They've absorbed the essence of the divine flower; killing them will restore my magic power!"

"I understand, they're sacrificing themselves! They're trying to awaken the leader of the secret realm!"

"Hurry up and increase our combat strength as much as possible!"

After deciphering the rules, the boys and girls became more aggressive in their fighting style, constantly unleashing their skills to kill beasts and absorb the essence of the divine flower.

As the beast tide was gradually suppressed, more and more vital energy drifted into the depths of the ruins until it reached a certain critical point. Suddenly, with a hum, the entire ruins began to tremble.

A rumbling sound came from the depths of the earth, growing closer and closer from below, as if some enormous energy was about to burst forth from the ground, eventually shattering the earth and shooting out beams of dazzling white light.

These white rays were as transparent as ice crystals, radiating boundless vitality. It was precisely because of this that the figure that emerged from the light fiercely attracted everyone's attention.

"What is that...?"

"Hiss, it actually has the skill to bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bones!?"

"Wait, are they coming for us?"

Under the shocked gazes of dozens of newly promoted cultivators, countless corpses emerged from the white light.

The vast majority of them were humanoid corpses, some even just skeletons. But when they returned to the world, their flesh and blood began to grow wildly until they were restored to their original state!

Thousands of corpses were brought back to life in a very short time, and an ancient aura followed, instantly permeating the entire ruins and overwhelming all directions.

"The flowers will never fade, and the spirits will never die."

A deep, hoarse voice echoed eerily through the ruins.

The leader of the resurrected beings slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and pointed at the youths before him, "You scoundrels, how dare you invade my Eternal Spirit Temple! Kill!"

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