Wandering Swordsman |

"Could it be..." A storm raged in Duan Qianya's heart, "What Oda said earlier wasn't false? Is it really true that only he knows how to open the mechanisms in the God of War's Tomb?"

An unprecedented sense of crisis spread from his spine to his entire body like ice. Duan Qianya's fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from anger and resentment—he had originally intended to monopolize the Martial God's relics, but now he seemed to have been forced into a trap that someone else had already set up.

Oda, however, remained smiling and gentle, as if he had only come to keep a friendly appointment to explore the mystery. He gently patted the Three-Handed Sword Demon's shoulder, his voice as soft as a spring breeze: "You go in first."

The Three-Handed Sword Demon nodded slightly, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes. He then sheathed the black sword that exuded a sinister aura and stepped alone into the slowly opening stone door.

His figure gradually disappeared into the dark passage after the stone door opened, leaving only a faint trail of footsteps echoing in the silent chamber, like a ghost in the night wind.

Witnessing this scene, the members of the Diancang Sect felt an overwhelming surge of emotion.

Behind that mysterious stone door seemed to lie endless secrets and treasures, and everyone was eager to try, longing to immediately follow in the footsteps of the Three-Handed Sword Demon and step inside. Curiosity and anticipation shone in the disciples' eyes as they exchanged excited glances, as if silently asking: Who will follow him?

Duan Qianya also felt this intense emotion. His gaze was fixed on the open sword stone door, as if he were being drawn by some invisible force and could not look away.

At this moment, Oda's voice rang out again, carrying a seemingly sincere invitation: "Since we are all in a cooperative relationship, Sect Leader Duan can naturally go in. After all, the secrets of the Martial God's Tomb should be shared by everyone."

Although Duan Qianya had a slight doubt in his heart, the temptation in front of him was too great. The secret behind the stone door attracted him like a magnet, making him temporarily ignore the unease in his heart.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, nodded slightly to Oda, and showed a grateful smile: "In that case, I will take a few disciples to support the Three-Handed Sword Demon."

Oda's lips curled into a meaningful smile, as if he had already anticipated Duan Qianya's reaction. He gently waved his hand, gesturing for Duan Qianya to go first: "Sect Leader Duan, please."

Duan Qianya immediately led more than a dozen elite disciples and followed quickly inside, each step firm and powerful, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

Before leaving, he specifically turned back and instructed the six elders: "You stay here and wait. If there is any movement at the other stone gates, immediately lead your people into the corresponding passages."

The six elders responded in unison, their eyes filled with both worry and curiosity about the unknown. They knew that the sect leader's journey was fraught with uncertainty, but at this moment, none of them could stop the sect leader's desire to explore the unknown.

As Duan Qianya and his group disappeared behind the stone gate, the secret chamber returned to a brief silence.

However, a subtle tension permeated the air, like the calm before a storm.

Oda stood still, his gaze deep, a faint smile still playing on his lips, but a barely perceptible shadow flickered in his eyes.

Subsequently, other overseas heretical practitioners behind Oda also took action.

Blood Hand Judge, White Bone Granny, Immortal Child, Thousand-Faced Demon, and Soul-Shattering Whip Demon—these renowned overseas masters, like meticulously rehearsed dancers, each drew their weapons exuding sinister auras: black knives, black spears, black clubs, black hammers, and black whips.

The Blood-Handed Judge wielded a long, jet-black sword, its blade gleaming with a faint, blood-red light, as if it had drunk countless lives. He slowly approached the stone gate engraved with a large sword pattern, his eyes revealing a cruel and resolute glint. He took a deep breath, gripped the hilt tightly, and channeled his inner energy into his arms like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the black sword in a layer of crimson light. Then, he swung the sword with deadly precision, plunging it into the winding, intricate sword patterns on the stone gate.

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Accompanied by a screeching sound, faint ripples spread across the surface of the stone gate, as if a pebble had been thrown into the water.

A moment later, a deep, mechanical sound rang out, and the stone door slowly opened, revealing another dark passage.

Immediately afterwards, Granny White Bone appeared, holding a jet-black spear with strange runes wrapped around its shaft, resembling writhing snakes.

She walked to the stone gate engraved with a spear pattern, grasped the spear shaft with both hands, and poured her cold internal energy into it.

The spear instantly emitted a chilling aura, its tip pointing directly at the relief carvings on the stone door. With a gentle push, the spear tip sank into the stone's texture, and the stone door creaked open slowly.

The ageless child wore an innocent smile, holding a thick black staff in his hand, each end inlaid with a crystal-clear skull. He approached the stone gate engraved with a staff pattern and, with a seemingly childish yet powerful movement, inserted the black staff into the stone's texture.

The staff trembled slightly, as if it resonated with the stone door, and then the stone door opened in response.

The black hammer in the hands of the Thousand-Faced Demon was huge and heavy, its surface covered with uneven marks, as if it had been through countless fierce battles.

He stood before the stone gate engraved with a hammer pattern, raised the black hammer, and forcefully smashed it against the relief on the stone gate.

The moment the hammer head made contact with the stone texture, a crack appeared in the stone door, which slowly slid open to both sides.

Finally, the Soul-Shattering Whip Demon held a soft and flexible black whip, with a string of delicate little bells hanging from the tip, which made a crisp sound with his movements.

He arrived at the stone gate engraved with a pattern of a soft whip, and gently swung the black whip. The tip of the whip darted into the stone's texture like a serpent. With a slight flick of his wrist, the stone gate let out a soft sigh and slowly opened.

At this point, all six stone doors were opened, and each passage led to an unknown abyss.

The atmosphere in the secret room grew increasingly tense. The heartbeats of the Diancang Sect members seemed to converge into a surging tide, and everyone felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

After a brief discussion, the six elders decided to leave Elder Yao Guangyuan and two disciples to guard the secret room in case of emergency.

The other five elders led their respective disciples and followed the overseas heretical cultivators into the five stone gates.

Elder Liao Qingfeng was the first to step forward, looking firmly at Oda: "In that case, let's go together." With that, he led several elite disciples and quickly followed Bloodhand Judge, who had already entered the stone gate.

Elder Chen Yuanshan of the Martial Hall chose to follow in Granny White Bone's footsteps. Holding a long sword, his eyes flashed with vigilance and caution as he whispered to his disciples, "Everyone be careful; who knows how many dangers lurk in this passage."