After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Chapter 230 The Forgotten Sword Talisman

In the human world, beyond Jiepai Pass.

The wind and snow continued, and the world was desolate.

A spatial ripple spread through the void. Yunxiao, Duobao Daoren, Jinling Shengmu, and more than a dozen other core experts of the Jie Sect descended outside the city gate.

Once again, I saw the primordial light curtain that shrouded Jiepai Pass.

Several powerful figures, including Daoist Duobao, who had never personally experienced the power of this formation before, couldn't help but stop in their tracks.

They looked up, their divine senses tentatively probing the layer of light.

The mere touch and retraction caused an overwhelming sense of shock to appear in the eyes of the group.

Within that seemingly thin light barrier, they could not sense any traces of the acquired array patterns, nor could they sense the array core where spiritual energy flowed.

It's like a piece of the natural order that was cut out of thin air, perfect and flawless, a work of nature.

"Incredible."

Daoist Duobao took a deep breath and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He was a master of weapon crafting and formations, and was also a top formation master in the Jie Sect. He was always amazed whenever he encountered this light screen.

"Nephew Xiao's mastery of formations is truly a marvel of nature."

Daoist Duobao turned his head and looked at Yunxiao standing to the side, his eyes full of envy and admiration.

"They set up such a grand formation without making a fuss. Even the four saints working together couldn't do anything about it. It's truly a transcendent skill."

Daoist Duobao's tone revealed deep relief: "It is truly a great fortune for our Jie Sect, and also a great fortune for our Master, that Junior Sister Yunxiao has been able to gain such a fine disciple."

The Golden Spirit Mother and the Wudang Mother nodded in agreement. In this great calamity, if it weren't for Xiao Wuji and this pass, the Jie Sect would have been devoured long ago, leaving not even bone fragments.

Hearing his senior brothers and sisters praise his disciple so highly.

A hint of undisguised pride surfaced on Yunxiao's stunningly beautiful face. However, being naturally composed, she responded with utmost humility.

"Senior brother, you flatter me. Wuji only obtained some ancient inheritance by chance and does not deserve such praise."

"The great calamity is not over yet; we still need to rely on him to break this deadlock."

As they spoke, an array pattern lit up on the city wall of Jiepai Pass.

A crack appeared in the light curtain of the Primordial Pure Land, welcoming the arrival of the immortals of the Intercepting Sect.

"Let's go through customs."

Yunxiao, protecting the child beside her, stepped into the light curtain first.

The members of the Jie Sect followed closely behind, braving the wind and snow, and entered the majestic pass that held all their hopes.

At Jiepai Pass, in the main hall of the General's Mansion, the immortals of the Jie Sect took their seats in turn.

In the center of the hall, a four- or five-year-old child tightly gripped Yunxiao's clothes, timidly peeking out half his head to survey the majestic mansion.

The atmosphere in the lobby was somewhat somber.

Daoist Duobao stood aside and recounted to Xiao Wuji the deadly predicament he had encountered in the Netherworld, where no one dared to take him as a disciple.

"The rules of this ancient world are really rigid," Bixiao couldn't help but complain from the side.

"If we can't find a master to guide us, are we really going to let our master live a muddled, mortal life for the rest of his life?"

Hearing the sorrow on everyone's faces, Xiao Wuji sat in the main seat, his gaze falling on the child.

Although the child was young and had no memory, the hidden, sharp edge between his brows was unmistakable.

Xiao Wuji shook his head slightly, a smile creeping onto his face.

This is indeed an extremely troublesome problem. The destiny of a Heavenly Saint is so profound that, apart from the one in Zixiao Palace, who in this world would dare to presumptuously accept the title of "Master" from the Tongtian Sect Leader?

Before the tea ceremony for the apprenticeship could even be properly served, the person would be ground into dust by karma on the spot.

However, rules are rigid, but people are flexible.

Xiao Wuji leaned back in his chair, his deep eyes slightly narrowed, his mind racing like a magic array.

If common sense doesn't work, then break free from it.

A moment later, a sharp glint flashed in Xiao Wuji's eyes.

He sat up straight, not following the crowd's line of thought about who should be the master, but instead reached into his sleeve.

hum.

Xiao Wuji flipped his wrist, and a warm, smooth sword talisman appeared in his palm.

The moment the sword talisman appeared, the temperature in the hall plummeted. An extremely pure Shangqing sword intent permeated the hall.

"This is----"

Yunxiao's phoenix eyes narrowed, and she recognized the item at a glance. A look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face: "A protective sword talisman bestowed upon me by my master years ago!"

Daoist Duobao and the Holy Mother Jinling were also greatly encouraged.

This jade talisman was a trump card personally bestowed by the Tongtian Sect Leader at the beginning of the Great Calamity in order to protect Xiao Wuji.

As long as this talisman is crushed, the Tongtian Sect Leader, who is far away in Biyou Palace, will instantly tear through the void and descend across realms.

However, as the situation changed and Xiao Wuji repeatedly resolved crises through his own means, the sword talisman remained unused.

"good."

Xiao Wuji nodded slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the child hiding behind Yunxiao, his tone revealing a certainty of breaking through the mystery.

"After all, the Grandmaster is the Grandmaster. He is the true descendant of Pangu, and he wields the Great Dao of Slaughter."

"The ordinary methods of cultivation in this world are not worthy of his talent, let alone his guide."

Xiao Wuji slowly lifted the sword talisman in his hand.

"But this sword talisman is different."

"This talisman contains the most powerful and purest essence of the Shangqing Origin and the true meaning of the sword in my master's previous life."

Xiao Wuji looked at the astonished immortals of the Jie Sect and solemnly presented his unconventional method for breaking the deadlock.

"Since no one in this vast and boundless world is qualified to be his master, then let his own path be his guide in this life!"

Learn from yourself, and receive enlightenment from the source!

Upon hearing this, the powerful figures of the Jie Sect in the hall were enlightened, their eyes flashing with dazzling light.

"Great plan!"

Daoist Duobao slapped his thigh, his face flushed with excitement: "My master's origin is the same as his, there will absolutely be no rejection between us."

"By forcibly infusing this peak sword intent into the body, one can directly and domineeringly attack the mystery of the womb that obscures the true spirit!"

"What Wuji said is absolutely right." The Golden Spirit Mother nodded repeatedly.

"As long as even a sliver of innate wisdom can be awakened, with Master's unparalleled talent, the path of cultivation ahead will be smooth sailing, requiring no guidance from others!"

Seeing that none of the immortals had any objections, Xiao Wuji didn't hesitate at all.

He stood up, walked slowly to Yunxiao's side, and squatted down in front of the child.

"Don't be afraid."

Xiao Wuji looked at the child, his voice calm.

The next instant, Xiao Wuji turned his magic power around and crushed the sword talisman that had been sealed for so long into dust!

Clang!

A clear and terrifying sword cry resounded loudly within the General's Mansion at Jiepai Pass!

Amidst the clang of the sword, the jade talisman turned to dust.

The sword intent transformed into a vast, flowing blue river, surging forth from Xiao Wuji's palm.

This primordial power, originating from the same source, obediently and frantically surged into the child's brow!