Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 73 The Last Sect Master, Heavenly Blade Martial Stele!

Soon after, the sounds of fighting on the battlefield gradually subsided.

One by one, the cultivators of the Myriad Puppet Dynasty fell, their final screams fading into the wind. The fall of the twin brothers utterly shattered their morale, and the battle was over in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The Wan Kui Dynasty, with its more than sixty members, was completely wiped out, with not a single survivor.

Lan He stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes still spotless, as if the carnage that had just occurred had nothing to do with him. Only the blood-soaked ground beneath his feet silently testified to the carnage that had just taken place.

Lan Ying led her people to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils of war.

The corpses were searched one by one, the Qiankun bags were collected, and the remains of the spirit puppets were carefully collected. These were all valuable items; taking them back to refine them would yield a considerable fortune.

Mo Leng leaned closer, his face beaming with smiles, but his eyes held a hint of cautious awe: "Brother Lan, we really owe you a lot this time! If it weren't for your help, our Divine Dynasty would probably have been bullied to death by those bastards, Wan Kui."

Lan He glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.

Lan Ying handed over several Qiankun bags and said, "They've all been checked. Wan Feng and Wan Lei's private stashes are all inside, along with the two ancient keys that unlock the ruins of the Heavenly Blade Sect."

She took out two antique-looking black keys from her bag, which gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight.

Lan He took it, examined it carefully for a moment, and after confirming that it was correct, looked up at Mo Leng.

"The two keys of the Myriad Puppet Dynasty now belong to us." He said calmly, as if stating a fact. "Including the one you gave me before, the Immortal Dynasty now has three, and your Divine Dynasty has one."

He paused, then looked directly at Mo Leng: "Once we enter the ruins, the Immortal Dynasty will own 75% of the contents. Any objections?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Leng waved his hands almost without hesitation, his smile growing even brighter: "No objection, no objection! Brother Lan, what are you saying? This time, it was all thanks to your Immortal Dynasty's efforts. You were the ones who killed those bastards, Wan Kui. We were just there to pick up some scraps. Even if it were 90%, let alone 75%, we wouldn't have a single question!"

Lan He nodded slightly, said no more, and put the two keys into his Qiankun bag.

Lan Ying glanced at the obsequious guy, feeling a bit disdainful. She hadn't seen him charge so fiercely on the battlefield, but he was faster than anyone else when it came to dividing the spoils.

However, she couldn't be bothered to argue, since the Divine Dynasty had previously given them an ancient key and information about the Heavenly Blade Sect, so it was only natural to share some with them.

Three days later, everyone had finished resting.

The battlefield outside Tiandao City had long been cleaned up, and the bloodstains were buried by the wind and sand, as if that fierce battle had never happened.

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The forces of the Immortal Dynasty and the Divine Dynasty joined together and headed northeast.

Mo Leng remained by Lan He's side, chattering incessantly about the ruins of the Heavenly Blade Sect.

Lan Ying grew a little impatient and simply lagged behind a few steps, walking alongside Qing Feng.

Qingfeng remained silent, only occasionally glancing into the distance, his gaze lingering on the continuous mountain range.

According to the map, the ruins of the Heavenly Blade Sect are located deep within that mountain range.

About two hours later, the outline of a dilapidated building could be vaguely seen in the clouds ahead.

As they drew closer, the full view of the Tian Dao Sect ruins gradually became clear to everyone.

It was a vast complex of buildings built against the mountainside, now completely dilapidated. Huge stone pillars have fallen to the hillside, wild grass grows among the broken walls, and the bluestone plaza is riddled with cracks, with even withered trees sprouting from the cracks.

The once magnificent palace is now reduced to a few crumbling stone walls, whispering tales of the ruthlessness of time in the wind.

Even so, one can still glimpse the sect's former glory from its remaining outlines.

At the mountain gate, a massive stone tablet, tens of feet high, still stands. Its surface is covered with marks of chiseling and carving, yet three powerful and ancient characters are still faintly discernible—

Heavenly Blade Sect

Those three characters, written with immense force, seemed to contain boundless sword intent, and even after countless years, they still inspire awe.

Lan He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated buildings. His brows furrowed slightly as he turned to Mo Leng beside him: "Are you sure this is the ruins of the Heavenly Blade Sect? It's in such a state of disrepair, what could possibly be left?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Leng chuckled and leaned closer mysteriously: "Brother Lan, don't be in such a hurry. What's on the ground is just for show. The real treasures aren't left out for anyone to pick up so easily."

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He pointed to the center of the ruins, where an ancient altar could be vaguely seen, half-hidden by broken walls and ruins, easily overlooked if one did not look carefully.

"When the Heavenly Blade Sect was destroyed, the sect's experts moved all their inheritances and treasures into a separate space."

Mo Leng explained, "What we see now is nothing more than the ruins left behind by the great war back then."

Lan He looked in the direction he was pointing and his gaze fell on the altar.

The altar was about three zhang square, constructed entirely of dark blue-green boulders, its surface engraved with countless ancient runes. Despite the passage of time, the runes remained clearly visible, faintly shimmering with light.

After saying that, Mo Leng took the lead and walked towards the altar, his pace quickening compared to when he arrived, clearly showing his anticipation for the soon-to-be-opened secret treasure.

Lan He and the others exchanged glances and followed closely behind. The group crossed the dilapidated square and stopped in front of the ancient altar, which was half-hidden by broken walls and ruins.

Arriving at the altar, Mo Leng took out the black key from his pocket and looked back at Lan He.

Lan He nodded slightly and took out the three keys.

All four keys were placed into the groove on the altar at the same time.

The next moment, the altar suddenly lit up!

Countless ancient runes rose from the surface of the altar, intertwining and swirling in mid-air, transforming into a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight into the sky. Wherever the pillar of light passed, space began to distort violently, eventually tearing open a portal.

Beyond that portal, another world could be vaguely seen, shrouded in mist and ethereal, a stark contrast to the dilapidated ruins before them.

Mo Leng grinned and gestured for him to proceed: "Brother Lan, this is the true remains of the Heavenly Blade Sect."

Lan He's gaze flickered slightly, but he didn't rush in. He turned to Qing Feng and said calmly, "Qing Feng, you take half the men and stay here to guard the entrance."

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Qingfeng was slightly taken aback, then nodded without asking any further questions. He led a dozen or so cultivators from the Immortal Dynasty back a few steps and stood guard around the altar.

Seeing this, Mo Leng's eyes flashed with a strange light, but he didn't say anything. He knew that Lan He was being wary of him. Although the two families were now in a cooperative relationship, one should always be cautious. If he were in Lan He's shoes, he would have made the same arrangements.

He smiled, not minding at all, and simply gestured for them to proceed.

Without further hesitation, Lan He and Lan Ying stepped through the portal.

A flash of light, and the view before us suddenly opened up.

However, before everyone could see the scene before them clearly, an immense and unparalleled pressure descended from the sky, like a mountain collapsing or a deep sea being turned upside down, instantly enveloping everyone!

"Splash!" "Splash!" "Splash!"

Countless figures collapsed to the ground, pinned down by the oppressive force, unable to move. Even a powerful expert like Lan Ying, at the Fourth Stage of Nirvana, felt her legs go weak, her back bent under the pressure, and cold sweat pouring down her forehead.

Lan He also felt the terrifying pressure. He frowned slightly, his internal energy circulated, and he quietly activated his Formless Sword Body. Sword sounds came from deep within his bones, and a faint silver light emerged from beneath his skin, gradually dissipating the invisible pressure.

Even so, his breathing became heavier, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Just then, a grand and ancient voice rolled in from the mountaintop, resounding throughout the entire space.

The voice was ancient and desolate, as if it had traversed endless years, carrying the tragedy and determination of an era, and resounded in everyone's heart: "I am the last sect master of the Heavenly Blade Sect."

"This mountain is called Wanren Mountain, the place where my Heavenly Blade Sect has a lineage."

His voice paused slightly, as if carrying a hint of reminiscence and sigh: "Today, our Heavenly Blade Sect has been invited by the Lord of the Primordial World to go to the front lines—to slay demons. This journey is fraught with peril, and our fate is uncertain."

To ensure the continuation of the sect's lineage, this mountain has been preserved, awaiting those with the right destiny.

"Countless opportunities lie within the mountains; each level you ascend grants you a unique chance. Spiritual treasures, elixirs, and inheritances are all within. How much you obtain depends entirely on your own abilities."

"At the summit stands the Heavenly Blade Martial Stele, inscribed with the supreme martial arts techniques of our Heavenly Blade Sect. Whoever can reach the summit can obtain it."

"The path up the mountain is fraught with peril. Blade energy bites the body, and the pressure is as heavy as a mountain. The higher you go, the more difficult it becomes. How far you can go depends entirely on your own ability."

He paused, his tone softening and taking on a hint of compassion: "If you cannot bear it, simply silently recite the word 'retreat,' and you will be sent out of the mountains, your life saved."

"If you are a descendant of my Heavenly Blade Sect and come here—"

The voice suddenly softened, like an old man in his twilight years instructing his descendants: "Simply circulate the Heavenly Blade Technique yourself, and the Martial Stele will sense it and come to guide you."

Finally, the voice regained its original majesty, rolling down like thunder: "Those who climb the mountain, take care of yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the immense pressure vanished.

As if an invisible mountain that had been pressing down on everyone had been instantly removed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for air as they got up from the ground. Some slumped to the ground, some clutched their knees and gasped for air, and some still had lingering fear in their eyes.

Lan Ying straightened up, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, looked at Lan He, and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

Lan He shook his head, but his gaze remained fixed on the misty mountain peak.

Wanren Mountain.

The Heavenly Blade Sect's legacy.

And then there's the line, "At the invitation of the Lord of the Primordial World, I went to slay the demon."

His inner light flickered slightly, and he sighed softly in his heart. So much time had passed, yet the Heavenly Blade Sect's legacy had still not been taken away. It seemed that the cultivators of the Heavenly Blade Sect were likely in grave danger during that battle.