Chapter 454

There even began to appear large traces of blood.

After a hundred years of wind, these bloodstains had dried, merging with the dust and stone bricks; their color was dull and black, making it impossible to distinguish whether they were human blood or demon blood.

The group also felt the demonic energy becoming increasingly thick.

Finally, Su Ming led this group to the summit!

A view of all the mountains!

The entrance to the Profound Heaven Sword Sect had no high-hanging sect plaque.

At the end of the steps, there was only a huge, pitch-black stone stele standing slanted before the mountain gate.

On the black stone, several large characters were carved with extremely vigorous and powerful sword marks.

Profound Heaven Sword Sect.

The power contained within those sword marks was too profound; even Su Ming... felt inferior.

After all, his current realm was only that of a Venerable.

"This... is probably the sword mark left by the founder of the Shushan sect."

Yan Ze said, shocked.

Even though he was not a swordsman, he could still feel the terrifying sword intent left within those marks.

Even the surrounding spiritual energy was faintly being cut apart.

Everyone stepped through the sect gate and entered inside.

Inside the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, it was a mess!

A hundred years ago, this was a holy land for cultivating techniques and sword arts, but at this very moment, it had decayed beyond recognition.

The towering gate towers and grand halls were covered in dust and spiderwebs.

The most terrifying thing was that the ground was covered with corpses, sword marks, and strange Daoist symbols; it was full of traces of destruction, suggesting a sect-exterminating battle had once occurred here.

The number of human corpses on the ground was probably in the thousands, scattered everywhere.

The corpses had already rotted into white bones; if it weren't for the fact that they were all holding broken swords and wearing the clothes of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, Su Ming would have found it hard to distinguish whether they were disciples of this place.

"Not a single living person?" Jiang Yunqing felt the aura was strange, frowned, and said in a low voice.

Even Su Ming’s expression turned cold.

He had originally thought that there should be sword experts still alive within this Profound Heaven Sword Sect who could guide him a little, perhaps enabling him to break the seal of the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Yet, he hadn't expected that there wouldn't be a shadow of a living person!

"This must be the area near the BOSS battle zone."

"Everyone, be careful," Su Ming said cautiously.

He walked at the very front, leading everyone deeper.

The ground was full of broken swords and remnants.

Screech!!

Suddenly, a sharp, shrill howl swept over from afar, piercing everyone's ears and going straight into their marrow!

Everyone immediately looked up.

They saw in the distance an ancient tower, towering into the clouds, probably a hundred stories high.

Around that ancient tower, purple demonic wind swirled, mist flowed, and strange phenomena appeared everywhere!

Those swirling demonic winds were like countless vengeful spirits and demons crying and cursing.

"This is... the Demon-Suppressing Tower?!" Yan Ze’s eyes flashed with sharp light, his voice stern.

Ni Shuang was somewhat startled.

"Yan Ze, have you heard of this tower?"

Yan Ze nodded.

"The Great Elder of the Raging Rain Sect loves reading ancient books and exploring history; I once sat and talked with him by candlelight."

"He said that within the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, there was once a Demon-Suppressing Tower responsible for suppressing powerful demonic beasts."

"Now it seems what he said was true."

A hint of fighting spirit emerged in Su Ming’s eyes.

"The surroundings are deathly silent, completely a ruin."

"It seems the only thing worth exploring is this Demon-Suppressing Tower."

Ni Shuang nodded and condensed a stream of ice, turning it into a cloak that wrapped around her back.

This was a skill she had newly learned, Ice Phoenix Bodyguard.

Not only could it be used to protect herself and her teammates, but it could also amplify her ice-type skills.

Moreover, in places without moisture, this cloak could also be dismantled into water molecules, providing her with the material basis to condense ice.

"Then let's go over!" Ni Shuang clenched her fists and said firmly.

"If we can pass this B-grade dungeon, we will be one step closer to the Seventh-Turn realm!"

Everyone moved forward and finally arrived before the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

This high tower was too magnificent; dark clouds gathered around it, and the pressure was immense, as if forcing people to retreat.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone had already reached the level 65 realm, they probably wouldn't have been able to get close to this place at all.

Looking closely.

On the Demon-Suppressing Tower, circles of mantra chains were locked, thick and sturdy, inserted into the surrounding ground.

Every floor of the high tower was covered with talisman papers and various ancient symbols, which were one of the forces sealing the demon race.

Near the base of the tower, a total of 56 long swords surrounded it; each sword had a different style and looked like a treasure-grade weapon. The ancient swords bound each other, forming an array to suppress the strange demons in the tower.

What shocked Su Ming the most was that at the entrance of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, an old man was actually lying there...

He was wearing a blue cloud robe of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, his face calm, as if he were sleeping soundly.

His body showed no signs of decay, and he was even still breathing.

Sensing the arrival of the group, those aged eyes slowly opened.

The next instant, the old man turned into an afterimage, and his whole person disappeared from where he was.

His speed was so fast that even Su Ming’s gaze could only barely capture his traces!

The next moment, countless complex sword marks, like spider silk, swept over and surrounded everyone!

Sharpness flashed; the sword marks were as thin as hair but extraordinarily fierce, as if they could cut through space. There were hundreds of them, sealing off all paths for the group.

The most terrifying thing was that these sword marks were completely frozen in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating, as if time had stopped!

What kind of realm must one reach in sword control to achieve this!?

Su Ming was shocked beyond measure.

The old man reappeared, leaning against the stone pillar of the high tower, his face carrying a hint of mockery.

"Forbidden ground of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, no living people allowed," he grinned and said.

Having said that, he took out a jug of wine and poured it into his throat.

"Young brats, get lost."

"This is not a place you should come to."

He said with a sneer.

Afterward, he actually sat down, crossing his legs and drinking, showing no demeanor of an expert.

Su Ming stared at the old man and directly activated his Eye of Insight to check his information.

[Wine Sword Venerable · Xiang Wuhui (Elite)]

[Level: 70]

[Strength: 2456]

[Constitution: 1379]

[Agility: 6304]

[Spirit: 5487]

[Luck: 834]

[Talent]

[Nascent Soul (Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator)]

[Acquired Sword Body (His constitution is special, containing a flow of sword Qi within his body, extremely suitable for sword practice; the power of all his sword-type skills is doubled)]

[Skills]