This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

It was just a single verse, yet the other party was able to comprehend the essence of Taoism from it. What kind of prodigy is this?

Qingfeng couldn't imagine it.

Just then, the surrounding void changed again.

A gravitational force slowly appeared.

Qingfeng felt his body slowly sinking, and below him, a clean and flat ground slowly appeared in the previously empty space.

Then, the surroundings began to change dramatically: the sky, the clouds, the bright sun, the gentle breeze...

There are also distant mountains, endless seas of clouds, vibrant forests, and cliffs and stone tables and benches that appear out of nowhere at your feet.

Finally, across the stone table, there was a young man or an old man dressed in white, with white hair, but with an extremely refined face that was neither yin nor yang.

Qingfeng couldn't discern his gender or age at all; however, upon this person's appearance, his body, which had already transformed into the Extreme Yang Sword Body, trembled involuntarily...

It's like the most fundamental, innate suppression.

The man's eyes were extremely cold, but his tone was quite respectful.

"Please sit down..."

Qingfeng forced himself to calm down and slowly sat down.

He kept thinking to himself, wondering which legendary figure this person in front of him was.

"Tea..."

The man spoke again, and a cup of tea appeared on the previously empty table in front of Qingfeng.

Qingfeng was shocked. This method was almost exactly the same as "Manipulating Creation", the first of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Techniques of their Taoist sect.

They are all created out of thin air, and they are all real objects, not illusions.

Qingfeng picked up the teacup and took a sip; it was surprisingly cool and refreshing.

"Senior, you have impressive skills; you can even create things out of thin air..."

Qingfeng spoke up in praise.

The man shook his head with a stern face.

"This entire world is at my disposal..."

This statement is rather nonsensical.

But Qingfeng understood.

The implication is that these things and tea were not created by him, but rather that they already existed in this world, and he merely brought them here.

In other words, he might not have this ability if he were outside the local area.

Qingfeng couldn't help but feel curious and asked again:

"Where is this?"

The person answered very decisively.

"Sword Tomb".

Qingfeng was taken aback upon hearing this, and then his heart skipped a beat.

Sword Tomb: Every sect in the world with a history of more than a thousand years should have this record.

This is a forbidden zone for life, but it is also a sacred place in the hearts of all sword practitioners in the world.

I never expected to find myself here.

Suddenly, a clear breeze brought a sense of peace and tranquility.

No wonder I was able to encounter that Yin-Yang Sword Lotus, no wonder everything I've seen since entering this strange world has been related to swords.

It turns out that this place is the undisputed number one holy land of swordsmanship in the Xuanhuang Great World.

He suddenly remembered the legendary immortal herb. Why did such a treasure choose him as its master?

"Was that Yin-Yang Sword Lotus a gift from you, senior?"

Qingfeng asked curiously.

The man was silent for a moment, then nodded and shook his head.

"Yes and no..."

Qingfeng was puzzled, and the man unusually explained:

"The sword lotus has ripened; this is merely a coincidence..."

The gist of it is that the sword lotus just happened to ripen at this time. The reason it's said to be true or not is that Qingfeng would never have been able to obtain the sword lotus without this person's permission.

Qingfeng, still puzzled, asked again:

"I am unworthy of such favor from you, senior."

"Senior, I will forever remember your life-saving grace. I am Qingfeng, the leader of the Daoist sect. May I ask your esteemed name?"

The man looked thoughtful, then replied:

"Nameless, but if I were to force a name upon myself, I might be called—'Sword'."

Qingfeng was startled, and suddenly felt his heart surge with emotion.

"sword..."

His name is Jian (Sword), which carries immense significance.

It seems that swords only exist in this world because of him.

Because of him, the sword is such a special weapon...

Qingfeng recalled the rumors about the Sword Tomb and began to speculate about the identity of the person in front of him.

However, Qingfeng did not point it out, but instead asked:

"Senior, you've kept me here. What are your instructions?"

This time, the sword didn't ponder for long, but asked directly:

"During your mental tribulation, you read a passage of scripture. What was its meaning?"

The knot in his heart that he mentioned should be the scene when Qingfeng was trapped in his inner illusion.

As for that passage of scripture, it is not a secret in the Taoist tradition.

Qingfeng replied with a smile:

"That scripture is called the 'Secret of Tranquility,' which is a mantra and mental technique used in our Taoist practice to calm the mind and soothe the spirit."

"Combined with visualization and focused intention, it can bring peace of mind and maintain tranquility without disturbance."

"It was only thanks to this 'Meditation Manual' that I was able to escape the illusions of my mind."

Jian nodded.

After a moment of silence, she looked up at Qingfeng, her cold eyes filled with a faint sense of expectation.

"You may take the Yin-Yang Sword Lotus."

"A passage of scripture must be left behind."

Qingfeng suddenly realized that this was the true purpose of this unfathomable senior.

A gentle breeze blew as he smiled:

"Very well, then this humble Taoist will impart to you the Taoist scripture 'Five Thousand Words,' listen..."

When it comes to preaching, Qingfeng's temperament and state of mind are completely different.

Even though the person in front of him was likely an existence even more terrifying than a quasi-emperor, Qingfeng did not show the slightest sign of servility.

In his heart, nothing is greater than the Dao.

If you want to learn the Taoist tradition, then you must be a Taoist disciple. If you don't have a respectful and dignified heart, you can forget about receiving even a single word.

The sword seemed to understand the meaning, nodded, and stood up from the stool, standing with its hands at its sides, listening attentively.

With a flick of his sleeve, he turned to look at the endless sea of ​​clouds beyond the cliff, reciting the Great Dao word by word:

"The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name..."

In an instant, wisps of Taoist merit and fortune manifested around Qingfeng.

A golden lotus flower appeared above his head, and a layer of Taoist aura seemed to ripple out from beneath his feet.

Even this legendary being couldn't help but show even greater respect upon witnessing this scene.

As the last word ended, Qingfeng flicked his hands, his sleeves billowing, whether from the mountain wind or the formless and intangible aura of the Great Dao between heaven and earth, it was unclear.

He turned his head and looked at the sword sideways, asking as if he were a mentor:

"Did you understand?"

The sword nodded slightly.

Qingfeng smiled and took out the Haotian Mirror again, saying:

"In that case, I will take my leave now. I will surely repay your life-saving grace in the future..."

Sword's lips twitched, as if he wanted to return Qingfeng a smile, but ultimately failed, and then spoke coldly:

"There is a place you may visit..."

Qingfeng was puzzled and was about to ask.

But then, with a wave of his hand, the sword suddenly turned the world upside down, and he found himself in a void passage.

The power of spacetime around him flowed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in a completely unfamiliar place.