Chapter 607: The Matter of Ascension to the Earth Immortal Realm

As dusk drew near, the sun sank toward the west.

After wandering around the entire Xiang Jianzong, Xu Xing arrived at the location of the Sword-Wielding Hall of the Xiang Jianzong's Outer Sect.

A jet-black statue in the shape of a longsword stood upon the earth; the glow of the setting sun fell upon it, casting a long shadow across the ground.

Behind the dark sword-shaped statue stood a tower-like grey building.

The surface of the building was covered in streaks of blood-red inscription-script; a heart-palpitating light-screen flowed across the script, like fresh blood endlessly sliding down a sword's blade.

If one looked down from above, one would discover that the area where the Sword-Wielding Hall stood resonated with the surrounding qi, and in some mysterious way formed a peculiar formation—as if sealing away something…

And the Sword-Wielding Hall itself and the sword-shaped building were the core of that formation.

"No wonder Senior Sister sealed Yue Ling into the Battle Net for reflection back then."

Xu Xing shook his head with a light laugh and turned his gaze toward the opposite side of the Sword-Wielding Hall.

The Yue Ling of the past was no ordinary troublemaker—even Chi Jiuyu would count as well-behaved compared to her.

It would not be wrong to call her a tyrant of the Xiang Jianzong.

Back when the Sword-Wielding Hall was not yet located here, several Tongxuan Grand Elders of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall had joined forces to lay down several formations here, nurturing a batch of extremely high-quality spirit-minerals especially suited for forging spirit swords.

At that time the Spirit Net had not yet appeared, and bored Yue Ling's favorite thing to do was wander all over the Xiang Jianzong.

From time to time she would also do things she herself considered "beneficial" to the Xiang Jianzong.

Once, passing by here, she discovered the spirit-minerals had been nurtured to perfection, and volunteered to help with the mining.

And so, she simply sent down a sword qi on the spot…

But as the most fierce and violent, the foremost killing sword of the Tai Xuan Realm, the ferocious nature of that sword qi directly tainted the entire vein of spirit-minerals.

The result was beyond doubt—the entire vein of spirit-minerals became unusable.

After that, well…

To prevent the influence of the sword qi here from spreading outward, the Sword-Wielding Hall was moved here, and the nature of the formations was altered.

After several hundred years of wearing down the baleful qi, the ferocious nature of the spirit-minerals was finally reduced to an acceptable level.

Today, under the joint research of the Cauldron Pavilion and the Transmission Tower, those ferocious spirit-minerals have instead become excellent materials for tempering sword intent and refining sword edges.

Within the Sword-Wielding Hall there are also several cultivation chambers, specially drawing out the ferocious qi from the underground spirit-minerals, dedicated exclusively for sword cultivators who have rendered great merit to temper their own sword intent.

Although the investment cycle is a bit on the long side…

At least it's still of some use.

Yet the trouble Yue Ling caused back then was far more than just this one incident—even many Sword Lords could only fume in silence, not daring to speak up.

In the end, Bie Xuening, seeing that she was simply too restless, locked her up for reflection.

In the years since coming out, her conduct has actually been not bad.

At the very least she's been quite well-behaved; no one has heard of her causing any new disasters…

Xu Xing gazed into the distance at the molten-gold evening clouds, and at the sword-lights coming and going across the sky, yet in his heart scene after scene involuntarily rose up.

He was recalling all the things that had happened in the past.

From his first arrival in the Tai Xuan Realm, when each day was uncertain, to the present incomparably prosperous Xiang Jianzong…

It felt like a lifetime ago.

This road has not been easy to walk.

But fortunately, he had walked through it.

Crack!

A crisp sound came from one side, interrupting Xu Xing's thoughts.

Following the sound, he saw beside the towering sword-shaped statue a young man and young woman who appeared very young embracing each other and taking photos.

Most areas of the Sword-Wielding Hall were not open to the public, but the vicinity of this sword-shaped statue was an exception.

Perhaps because there was little information about the Sword-Wielding Hall available to outsiders, many people were curious what the Xiang Jianzong's Sword-Wielding Hall was actually like, so during the day quite a few tourists would come here to take a look.

At night there were far fewer people.

After all, the Sword-Wielding Hall at night is still a bit eerie and chilling…

Soon, the two who had finished taking photos walked away chatting and laughing.

Xu Xing watched the two leave until they disappeared around the corner, only then did he withdraw his gaze.

His scattered thoughts came to rest, and his gaze spanned a vast distance, landing upon the Earth Immortal Realm.

Over in the Earth Immortal Realm, the ascension was about to begin as well.

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Earth Immortal Realm.

After their defeat in the final great decisive battle, the Beast God Clan, which had once dominated the Earth Immortal Realm for a hundred thousand years, completely became a thing of the past.

However, the human race's losses were not small either.

It was only after this period of recuperation that they gradually recovered some of their vitality.

New Calendar, Year 1779.

Cold Moon Jiangong.

It was just past noon at this time.

Sunlight filtered through rows of prismatic ice pillars lining the road, which radiated cold air, refracting into streaks of rainbow light.

Looking from afar, ice crystals blanketed the ground, like a kingdom forged of ice and snow—utterly dreamlike.

Though the daylight was at its height, the cold wind cut like a blade.

As one of the few great powers in the present Earth Immortal Realm that could rival the Qianyang Dao Palace, it was established after that internal conflict among the human race back then.

It is also the holy land in the hearts of all cultivators of the 'Yin,' 'Sword,' and 'Slaying' three types of Dao veins today.

Deep within the Jiangong.

Inside a quiet chamber, as if carved from cold jade.

The translucent walls emanated a faint blue glow, with wisps of pale-blue cold qi continuously flowing out from them, gathering beside the person seated in the center.

There she sat with eyes tightly closed, dressed in a plain moon-white long gown, snow-colored long hair draped over her shoulders, her skin crystalline and delicate, smooth as if it would break at a touch.

Between her knees lay a longsword, resting flat.

A bone-chilling sword intent circulated within the quiet chamber, as if it could freeze everything.

The master of the Cold Moon Jiangong—

Xili.