You call this the way of the sword?

Turbulent currents become wind, and sand forms barriers; the answer lies within this.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Yang Qingfeng immediately mounted his sword and soared into the air, passing through the barrier and returning to the 16th floor.

Looking around by the firelight, one can see turbulent currents emerging from all directions, colliding and tearing at each other in mid-air, creating a chaotic and disorderly atmosphere that fills the entire space.

However, it is not difficult to discover the pattern if you look closely.

The initial turbulence was in pairs, and only after colliding did it explode into chaotic turbulence, bursting forth with more and smaller disordered turbulence.

From order to disorder, from turbulent flow rising to become air currents and finally breaking through the surface, none of this could have come from nowhere.

Yang Qingfeng followed the turbulent currents, intending to trace its origin.

His intuition told him that the source of the turbulence must be on the 18th floor.

The entrance to the 18th floor must be on the 16th floor.

But when I rushed into the passage against the wind and quickly walked to the end, I found that I had returned to the starting point.

Yang Qingfeng had assumed that the turbulent air currents breaking through the mountain walls would create wide inner spaces within the mountain, but to his surprise, while the inner spaces did exist, they were just branching paths.

The branching paths connect to form a maze-like structure, and no matter which way you go, there is only one final exit: the entrance.

"Strange, could there really be some unfounded rumor?"

Yang Qingfeng frowned, somewhat skeptical, and continued searching through more than a dozen passages, but all to no avail. After going around in circles, he returned to the starting point.

They had now reached the 16th floor, almost reaching the 15th floor. With the floor level just a stone's throw away, Yang Qingfeng casually refreshed his sword aura and then suddenly froze.

With two crisp cracking sounds, the sword energy was crushed by the turbulent current, leaving tiny cracks.

The two gaps are of different lengths, one in front and one behind.

"The sword energy is subjected to different forces, resulting in varying degrees of turbulence..."

Yang Qingfeng's eyes lit up, and he immediately changed his strategy, no longer blindly rushing into the passage.

He began to move between the various passages, refreshing his sword aura to directly confront the turbulent currents rushing out of the passages, and judging the strength of the turbulence by the degree of breakage of the sword aura.

Soon a pattern emerged, and it was somewhat unexpected.

Within the 16th floor, the closer to the 17th floor, the weaker the turbulence; conversely, the closer to the 15th floor, the stronger the turbulence.

This is a very counterintuitive phenomenon. Logically, the lower the level, the more dangerous it should be, but this is not the case.

Half a day later, Yang Qingfeng arrived at the junction of the 15th and 16th floors, where turbulent currents kept crashing into his sword energy.

This turbulent current was exceptionally strong, like countless swords slashing at the sword energy, instantly causing ripples to spread across the sword energy with hundreds or thousands of cuts, until it could no longer bear the weight and broke open with cracks.

Based on the speed at which the sword energy shatters, it can only last for about 10 minutes, with the stress level approaching that of the 17th layer!

"This is probably the place."

Looking at the dark and deep passage in front of him, Yang Qingfeng felt a surge of excitement, but at the same time, he felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of crisis was quietly brewing.

The turbulent currents rushing in crushed the sword energy, pushing Yu Junjian backward inch by inch, unable to maintain its stable suspension in the air; the force was astonishing.

It is this astonishing power that creates the illusion that the 15th level is insurmountable.

Yang Qingfeng was protected by his sword aura at all times, so he naturally ignored it when he fell. But if an ordinary low-level cultivator were swept away by this turbulent current, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

This is also what Bai Xiaoxing said; she cannot cross the 15th floor.

But the real problem wasn't how terrifying the turbulence on the 16th floor was, but rather that the passage to the 18th floor was misaligned, blocking everyone's way.

"No wonder no one has ever discovered the 18th floor. If someone had managed to get through that level, they probably wouldn't have turned back to die..."

Yang Qingfeng took a deep breath and tried to release a small spirit sword.

The spirit sword was tiny and light; it was swept away by the turbulent current the moment it appeared, but it was not destroyed.

After Li Jianzhi controlled it, he swung his sword forward, and the spirit sword transformed into a faint light that pierced through the turbulent currents, rushing into the passage first to explore the way.

Yang Qingfeng followed behind, riding Yu Junjian and using fire for illumination.

The walls of this passage were smoother, without any protrusions or side passages, only the airflow constantly gushing out.

Yang Qingfeng walked against the wind, straight ahead, and soon the rock at the top was getting closer and closer to him.

The passage was not straight, but had a downward curve, until a strange light suddenly appeared after several hundred meters, and the first fork in the road appeared.

The side path went straight up, with air currents rushing around, and the light shone deep inside, a ghostly green that gave off an ominous feeling.

Yang Qingfeng did not go over to check immediately. Instead, he took out another small spirit sword, stuck it into the mountain wall as a mark, and used it in conjunction with the green light above his head to mark his escape route.

The fork in the road continues the path we came from, leading downwards into the unknown depths of the earth.

Yang Qingfeng thought for a moment, then raised his hand and released a sword spirit.

The moment the sword spirit appeared, it was crushed by the airflow. Cracks quickly appeared all over its body. It lasted for less than 3 seconds before it exploded and was sent back to the sword domain to be reborn.

With a total of 8500 points in four-dimensional attributes, one doesn't even have the right to breathe in this place.

However, the Sword Soul still fulfilled its mission.

Yang Qingfeng used his soul vision to scan the depths of the earth, confirming that there was no soul fire there.

Without soul fire, there are no monsters; as long as you are careful to maintain your sword aura, you can ensure your safety.

Descend along the passage until your feet touch the ground, and another fork in the road appears before you.

Slant forward or straight backward.

Yang Qingfeng released his sword spirit again to probe, then moved forward in the direction of the wind, that is, diagonally forward, always maintaining the fundamental direction of heading to the deepest part.

Unbeknownst to them, the speed at which the sword energy shattered increased, and the duration of its effect was reduced to 5 minutes.

The closer you get to the deepest part, the more intense the airflow becomes.

Yang Qingfeng felt an uncontrollable palpitation, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. At this moment, the small spirit sword that was scouting ahead suddenly shattered and was crushed by the airflow.

As the spirit sword shattered, a sense of crisis welled up within him, but the sword energy had not yet reached its limit.

It wouldn't be right to give up now that we've come this far.

Yang Qingfeng gritted his teeth and used the remaining 7 spirit swords to clear a path in turn, while taking out the bronze piece he had been saving at the bottom of his chest.

The bronze plate connects to the cultivation cave. Although I don't know if it will be useful, at least I'll have a moment to react if something unexpected causes the sword energy to suddenly shatter.

Finally, after refreshing two sword auras in a row, a purple light suddenly flashed in front of me.

Purple is hard to see in the dark, but this light, with its strange golden glow, was very eye-catching.

Yang Qingfeng was not surprised. On the contrary, he moved more cautiously, focusing more on the sword energy, until the view in front of him gradually opened up and a huge object slowly appeared.

The other party was not a physical entity, but rather composed of a purple-gold energy body.

Just like the soul body of a sword spirit, which is originally intangible, it is solidified into a physical form by a certain power, manifesting in the real world and forming the core that sustains the entire War Scar.

As the distance drew closer, the outline of the core of the Long Abyss gradually came into view.

Upon seeing its full appearance, Yang Qingfeng suddenly stopped in his tracks, his heart filled with wave after wave of shock.

At the heart of Changyuan Valley is a magnificent, mysterious lotus flower that grows to tens of meters tall!

Inside this lotus flower, countless rare treasures swirl and float, like a colorful starry sea, their brilliance dazzling!