From the Valkyrie to the Endless

"My cultivation bottleneck has begun to loosen."

Yang Zongxian didn't care, with a bloodshot gleam in his eyes: "If I can really take this opportunity to lure out a few old ghosts in the Gangsha realm and use their essence to replenish myself, I can still break through the barrier."

Once he enters the Gangsha realm, all the threats in this world will be nothing but a joke.

Even if the general trend cannot be defied and a new dynasty is established, he can still be the leader of the new dynasty.

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Overseas, Longquan Fairy Island.

Longquan, which had not been disturbed by outsiders for a long time, once again welcomed two special guests.

The third on the Heavenly Ranking is Nangong Shiping, and the sixth on the Heavenly Ranking is Cheng Guanming.

Two great masters of martial arts arrived together.

The purpose of their coming here is just to deliver a message.

The Wen family's ancestral home is located in a side courtyard.

Sikong Yuan flipped through the letter in his hand, his brows gradually furrowed.

[Seeing the letter is like seeing the person in person.]

You originally lived in seclusion in the mountains, surrounded by your wife and children, and should have been enjoying a happy family life. However, due to the selfish desires of my Yang family, your family was broken up, and you also suffered from the erosion of the devil's blood and could not sleep all day long.

The road was full of ups and downs, and his life was full of twists and turns, but Jun still had a sense of justice and was willing to travel back and forth, and go overseas to seek a life-extending elixir for a dying body. Whenever Zong Xi thought of this, he felt ashamed.

Brothers are people who are connected in both form and blood. Although Yang Zongxian was cruel and brutal, and harmed all living things, Zongxi, wearing a royal robe and watching coldly for decades, was also to blame.

Now, I can only thank the world with my death.

Those who have achieved success in spiritual practice in the world all know that the Yang family's heirloom, the Yangji Sword, is extremely powerful. It has drunk the true blood of a dragon and is beyond human power's ability to defeat it. Only the blood and soul of the Yang family can make the spiritual treasure covered in dust, dull its edge, and blunt its sharpness.

Today... I finally have the opportunity to give back to the world. How fortunate I am.

After I leave, I hope you can sympathize with the people, be kind to the common people, invite the immortals from overseas to exorcise the demons, cut off the lineage of our Yang family, and comfort the souls of the innocent people who have died unjustly over the past 3,400 years.

The guilty minister Zong Xi bows his head. 】

Sikong Yuan put the letter in his arms and looked at the two great masters in front of him, feeling a little complicated for a moment.

Now that the letter has reached here, Yang Zongxi’s current situation is predictable.

After calming down, Sikong Yuan stood up and walked out of the courtyard:

"Please follow me, both of you, and we will discuss how to eliminate the demon."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 68 Outside the World

Sikong Yuan led the way and brought the two grand masters to the ancestor of the Wen family.

Upon hearing the news that the Yangji Sword was covered in dust, Wen Tianfeng showed no joy on his face, he just frowned slightly.

"What are your concerns, senior?"

Noticing Wen Tianfeng's hesitation, Sikong Yuan felt a little strange.

Without the Yangzi Sword, no matter how strong Yang Zongxian was, he was only at the peak of the Condensation Realm. For Wen Tianfeng, there was no need to use a second move to kill him.

"This is the third time I have heard this news."

Wen Tianfeng shook his head and sighed.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Yuan and the two grand masters all changed their expressions.

"The first time was more than 430 years ago, when Emperor Jiayuan was still in power..."

Wen Tianfeng looked far away and talked about the distant past:

"Emperor Jiayuan had an ordinary talent for cultivation. He barely entered the middle stage of Condensation Realm when he was eighty years old. At that time, the Yangji Sword had been sealed for a thousand years, and no one remembered its might. As a result, people in the martial arts world became more and more arrogant, treating the court as nothing. Some even went so far as to enter and leave the imperial palace as if it were their own backyard."

"Afterwards, I don't know where the news came from, saying that the Great Xia's national treasure had been covered in dust for too long and was no longer as effective as before."

“After hearing the news, the remaining old ghosts in the Gangsha realm among the remnants of the Tiangan evil could no longer hold back and joined forces to raid the palace at night.”

At this point, Wen Tianfeng couldn't help but sigh: "As a result, in the battle, three of the four old ghosts in the Gangsha realm died, and the other one who ran fast also had a great loss of life, barely living for more than 300 years. Those remnants of the Tiangan realm failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice, but instead raised a prince of the Gangsha realm for the Yang family."

Sikong Yuan and the other two reacted immediately and their expressions changed slightly. This was undoubtedly a deliberate attempt to use the world as bait to lure these powerful men into the trap.

"Four hundred years ago? Gangsha Realm? Why have I never heard of such a person in the royal family?" Sikong Yuan couldn't help but ask.

It has been only four hundred years since the prince was promoted to Gangsha. Considering the lifespan of people in Gangsha realm, he should still be alive. It is impossible that there is no trace at all.

If there really was such a person in the royal family, he should have been detained long ago given his frequent visits to the imperial capital.

"If I say that the founding emperor of Daxia is still alive today, would you believe it?"

Wen Tianfeng spoke lightly and threw out another thunder.

"How is this possible?!" The expressions of the two Heavenly Ranking Grandmasters changed drastically, their eyes filled with horror.

If that old monster was really still alive, everything they were doing now would be nothing but a farce.

Sikong Yuan seemed much calmer. He frowned and thought for a few breaths, then nodded and said, "For a person in the Divine Hidden Realm, if he can fully tap into the potential in his body, it is not difficult to live for more than three thousand years."

He knew much more about the path of cultivation than the two great masters.

The Shenzang Realm is the realm of unearthing treasures within the body. It is also a level where geniuses and evildoers completely widen the gap with ordinary practitioners.

For a cultivator with terrifying potential, in an era with abundant spiritual energy, it is not uncommon for him to live for more than ten thousand years.

After coming to his senses, Sikong Yuan asked nervously, "Senior, please tell me, how many hidden cards are there in the imperial family of Daxia?"

With the royal family's background, it is not impossible that there really is a strong man hiding in a secret realm. This is undoubtedly extremely terrifying news.

"No."

Wen Tianfeng shook his head: "Among the current royal family, Yang Zongxian is indeed the strongest."

"What the senior just said..."

"It is true that the founding emperor of Daxia may not be dead, but he is no longer in this world."

Wen Tianfeng took a deep breath, his eyes filled with undisguised envy: "The Great Xia Royal Family holds the way to the outer world."

"Outside the sky?"

Hearing this word, the two grand masters were puzzled by its meaning, but Sikong Yuan understood its implication and his expression became much more cautious for a moment.

"What we stand on is just a star, no different from those hanging in the sky."

Wen Tianfeng's tone was slightly deep, and he pointed to the ground beneath his feet: "In ancient times, there were countless stars like this in the Nine Rings of the Star Palace."

"This world is depleting. Those who have achieved success in cultivation are all trying to find ways to escape. The path held by the Yang family can only be attempted by those who have entered the Gangsha realm and used spiritual treasures to protect themselves."

"Although there are secret realms in the world today, there are only so many of them. The spiritual energy within them is also decreasing year by year. The number of people who can support them will only decrease. We must always find a way out."

At this point, everyone understood that the founding emperor of Daxia, including the prince who had entered the Gangsha realm, had all embarked on the journey to outer space, and their lives and deaths were now uncertain.

Compared with the path of spiritual practice, the authority of the secular dynasty has no weight at all.

"More than two hundred years ago, news of the damage to the Yangji Sword spread again. This time, only one person in the Gangsha realm was triggered, but he also never appeared again after entering the palace."

"I say this just to hope that you won't be impatient. There will always be people who can't hold back..."

After saying this, Wen Tianfeng waved his hand and slowly closed his eyes, obviously not intending to say anything more.

Sikong Yuan did not ask any more questions. After bowing, he turned around and left with the two grand masters.

"What are your plans, Mr. Sikong?"

After walking out of the stone wall, the two grand masters were a little confused for a moment. The news they heard today was too shocking and they needed time to digest it.

Sikong Yuan did not hesitate, his eyes were as cold as ice: "Take a short break, return to the Great Xia capital, and try Yang Zongxian's methods."

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Longquan Secret Realm.

Outside the cave, Shen Qing sat cross-legged in the woods, with the light of stars lingering in his dantian. True energy like a clear spring gushed out from his dantian and flowed through the meridians in his body.

After the sundial had advanced for more than seven years, Shen Qing finally broke through the barrier of perfection in the Manifestation Realm and entered the Condensation Realm.

Shen Qing could clearly feel every increase in strength. At such moments, she could not help but feel a little excited. The powerful force was surging in her body, and the feeling of her muscles and bones being stretched little by little was too wonderful.

The reason why Shen Qing has not encountered any bottleneck in her practice so far is simply because she was accumulating foundation in the first three realms of practice. For her, it was a natural process, and the first qualitative change would only occur when she reached Gangsha.

No matter how fast your cultivation level improves in the beginning, it will be in vain if you cannot break through the bottleneck in the end. Just like Yang Zongxian, he has been stuck at the peak of Condensation for who knows how long and still cannot take that step.

After a while, Shen Qing slowly stopped practicing, stood up and strode into the cave.

As they were both at the third level of Condensation Realm, she probably wouldn't be chased around this time.

The cave was surprisingly quiet. Shen Qing lowered his body and slowly approached the big pit where the spiritual spring was.

However, the pit was empty, without any trace of vines.

sand--

There was a strange noise behind her. Shen Qing realized something was wrong. She turned around suddenly and after seeing the situation behind her clearly, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly.

The entrance to the cave that we came from was blocked by layers of vines, not allowing any light to penetrate. For a moment, it was pitch dark inside the cave.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 69 Cave Mansion

It was pitch black all around, but with Shen Qing's current level of cultivation, there was no difference between day and night.

Now that the vines were hanging on the wall at the entrance of the cave, she could see the full picture of the red blood vine more clearly.

The crisscrossing vines, overlapping one another, are nearly forty feet long and as thick as a wrist. The leaves shine coldly like gold and iron, and the edges are as sharp as knives.