Chapter 660: Gods and Demons Battle at the Sword Burial Mound, Silver Mirror Transmits the Yin

Above a scorched burial ground, malevolent qi surged into the sky, obscuring the light of the sun and moon.

An ancient weapon, similar to the one Yan Shu had obtained, lay broken and askew, embedded deep into the earth!

The soil and stone were mixed with many bronze arrowheads, capable of slicing gold and shattering iron. The weapons were stained with blood-rust, yet even after tens of thousands of years, they still emitted a trace of sharpness. That wisp of blood-malevolent qi surged into the sky, merging with the divine malevolent qi above.

Moving one's gaze from that spot, one could see the surrounding area densely packed with broken ancient weapons: snapped spears, shattered blades, and even the remains of bronze war chariots torn asunder, along with the Dark Bird war banners that had fallen into the dust!

In the distance, a massive bronze warship was snapped in two, a huge, hideous wound having nearly torn the rear half of the vessel apart.

The high-curving prow resembled a small hill. On the bow and both sides of the warship were rows of giant crossbows with a blood-black iron luster. Most had twisted bodies and snapped bowstrings, reduced to scrap metal, but a few remained well-preserved.

The bowstrings had not slackened in tens of thousands of years, yet they still retained an aura of killing, as if the heavy, spear-like bolts upon them could shoot down a flood dragon at any moment!

This was a tragic battlefield of gods and demons!

Qian Chen stood upon the prow of the starship, gazing into the distance, overlooking this battlefield, and nodded secretly.

"With this ancient Immortal Qin battlefield, the Ju Shou Heavenly Punishment Divine Malevolent Qi is nourishing even faster! But I am in no rush for the remnant soul of Ju Shou. Although I have collected some Nirvana Tribulation Fire, the Zhu Rong Burning Extinction Divine Malevolent Qi is still not gestating smoothly within the lake of fire of the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, which has even implicated the remnant soul of the demon god calling upon the Nine You within the Zhu Rong Demon Blade, causing it to fall into a bottleneck!"

"After all, there are not many worlds that have fallen into the Gui Xu and are still burning with tribulation fire. I must find a few more wreckage sites of worlds where the tribulation fire has not yet extinguished to speed up the progress!"

"Being able to find this ancient Immortal Qin battlefield is truly an unexpected joy. It seems that the great battle in the Chaos Star Sea all those years ago was indeed tragic; it might have been the culprit that caused the fall of the Immortal Qin."

"It is just unclear what force it was that fought the great battle against the Immortal Qin. The weapons they left behind are very powerful, and the corpses are also clad in battle armor; their combat strength was almost equivalent to immortals. Those few tattered banners I saw were painted with constellations; they were a type of extremely profound formation banner..."

"Could the legend be true?"

Qian Chen felt a trace of horror in his heart: "Did the Heavenly Court really descend to the mortal realm to crusade against the Immortal Qin? Did it directly lead to the fall of the Immortal Qin?"

He looked at the boundless expanse, filled with broken spears, snapped halberds, and shattered axes. Besides the weapons of this Immortal Qin battlefield, there were also many broken weapons and armors suspected to be those of the Heavenly Court's heavenly soldiers, and even pieces of shattered magic treasures.

Huge palace towers were nothing but broken walls and ruins, flying boats had fallen into the dust, and fragments suspected to be the remains of magic treasures were everywhere. As far as the eye could see, there were remains of weapons and magic treasures everywhere!

Time had worn away the seals, causing even divine gold and divine iron to begin to rust.

The spiritual light of the seals had completely dissipated, but upon these objects, a type of malevolent qi that had worn away the spiritual light still remained, as if it were the residual, indelible power left behind after they had died!

This was a massive burial ground for objects!

It was also one of the burial tombs for Qian Chen's five magic treasure incarnations—the Sword Burial Mound!

The Heavenly Origin Divine Ao had been to too many world wrecks, which contained too many relics of living beings resisting in despair. Their bones might have decayed, but their weapons and creations mostly remained, and Qian Chen had moved them all here.

He even found a relic of an ancient Immortal Qin battlefield, which had no Zhou Tian Starship guarding it, and he had completely emptied it.

Qian Chen used the malevolent qi remaining from these broken weapons to serve as burial objects, to construct feng shui, and to nourish a type of divine malevolent qi.

The core of the Sword Burial Mound was a cluster of sword peaks. Countless flying swords, mostly snapped and broken, were inserted into the sword peaks, forming a dense forest of rusted sword peaks.

Among them were even some relatively well-preserved flying swords, but after their sword masters met their doom, the sword spirits had also died along with them!

Qian Chen looked at the core of the Sword Burial Mound, at a mountain peak composed of a vein of White Jin Jing!

This was the main peak of a sword cultivation immortal sect in the cosmic realms called Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. That group of sword cultivators were stubborn and overbearing, with an extremely brutal style, running rampant in their world. At their peak, they had snatched sixty percent of the world's White Jin Jing veins to shape their main peak, and at the same time, they wanted to use sword formations and generations of sword cultivators to refine this main peak into an unparalleled divine sword.

Unfortunately, before it could be refined into a sword embryo, because they had offended too many people, they were taken advantage of while their power was waning, and were wiped out!

Ten Thousand Swords Mountain was unyielding, and in the end, they self-detonated their grotto-heaven, dragging all the invading enemies into the void together.

After the grotto-heaven trapped countless cultivators to their deaths, it finally fell into the Gui Xu...

Under normal circumstances, these White Jin Jing veins would be of immeasurable value, enough for Qian Chen to rebuild the Supreme Louguan in the main world!

Unfortunately, after the grotto-heaven and the world sank into the Gui Xu, the entire world would age, wither, and die. All matter would be tainted by this aura. A cultivator's magic treasure would resonate with their own aura, and the aura of decay and ruin upon these heavenly materials and earthly treasures would cause great damage to a cultivator's Primordial Spirit, making them impossible to refine.

Therefore, the heavenly materials and earthly treasures of worlds that fell into the Gui Xu all became waste. Only existences reborn in the dead silence, heavenly materials and earthly treasures that sprouted and were created anew in the Gui Xu, could remain unaffected.

Looking at the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Mound, Qian Chen sighed: "The sword tomb I meticulously constructed, why does Yan Yan Shixiong not appreciate it? It is a pity for this feng shui. If Yan Yan Shixiong were to bury himself in it for a few days to experience it once, and sense the sword intent remaining from countless generations of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain cultivators in this tomb, and refine the sword technique seals into this mountain, it would certainly be of great benefit to him."

"It is a pity that no matter how I persuade him, Yan Yan Shixiong refuses to lie in it again. I can only wait until he dies to use it. What a pity, what a pity! When will Yan Yan Shixiong die!"

Qian Chen was deeply moved. After lying in it, wouldn't one just hear the sword wails of ten thousand dead swords?

At first, it would certainly have some influence, but once one got used to it, it would be much better...

Now, Qian Chen's incarnation, the Eastern Splendor Sword Venerable, could even chat with them and appreciate the tragedy of these weapons before they were broken. He was about to use this to comprehend a killing sword technique derived from the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Blade!

Qian Chen came to the main tomb of the Sword Burial Mound, looking at the broken flying swords standing below. The Eastern Splendor Sword Venerable at this moment inserted his main body into them at will, his own Yang Spirit dispersing into these broken swords, sensing the metal qi, honing the divine malevolent qi, and resonating with the sword techniques of life-and-death struggles recorded in their residual spirituality.

"This time, the Flying Boat Sea Market is opening for a tribulation; there will inevitably be a great battle. I cannot use dream-traveling to get through it! I must find an incarnation that can fight."

"Among the five magic treasures, besides the Karmic Fire Red Lotus which has already achieved the rank of spirit treasure, my own life-bound flying sword is the most capable of fighting. So, I must ask you to go once!"

Having said that, Qian Chen dispersed this wisp of his divided spirit. In the Sword Burial Mound below, countless flying swords trembled, emitting tragic sword wails.

From among the billions of flying swords, a sword light broke through the air. The Heavenly Punishment Divine Malevolent Qi in the sky acted like a whetstone, hiding the sharpness of that sword light.

Immediately, a green-robed sword cultivator with graying temples, yet still retaining the style of a youth with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, appeared before Qian Chen and bowed slightly to him.

The two figures merged. The spirit of Qian Chen appeared in the eyes of that sword cultivator, who then hid his sword qi and laughed: "Searching for blades and swords for thirty years, how many times have the leaves fallen and the branches sprouted again? Since seeing the peach blossoms, until now, there is no more doubt!"

The East Sea was vast and boundless. Moonlight spilled down, and a silver radiance surged from the sea level, reflecting a thousand miles of blue waves, like glazed tiles.

At this moment, Qian Chen's life-bound flying sword incarnation had already arrived above the sea.

He rarely brought the Ear-Dao God out as well. The Gold and Silver Children, two incarnations, accompanied him by his side, absorbing the spiritual energy emitted by Qian Chen's transformation, and were currently in deep cultivation, about to take human form.

Only the Ear-Dao God often hung around the burial ground's divine temple, listening to countless remnant souls of gods and demons telling their stories, and had become a bit eccentric!

Qian Chen was afraid that this little spirit creature would be too affected by the external environment, so he brought it out to liven up its nature and, incidentally, help himself create the atmosphere of a Gui Xu secret realm emerging into the world.

At this moment, he drove his sword light, flying above the East Sea. Because the route was still on the shipping lane, he could see many overseas cultivators driving sword lights and riding flying boats, heading toward the Jiazi Sea Market.

On the way, Qian Chen took out the silver mirror transformed from the fragment of the Dew-Receiving Plate, pondered for a moment, and suddenly cast a seal toward the silver mirror. It merged with the original seal, but he used the technique of circular light to drive the silver mirror, transforming it into a bright moon, reflecting the moonlight in the sky.

He used his finger as a pen and wrote in the mirror light: "Ahem... fellow Daoists, if you have received this message, you can reply through the attached seal!"

After writing, these words transformed into a wisp of moonlight that surged into the sky, directly entering the bright moon in the sky!

At this time, outside Jiankang City in the Central Lands, a tall storied ship broke through the river water, heading down the great river, preparing to go directly overseas! On the deck of the storied ship, silver-white banners fluttered in the wind, and the wind transformed into white air currents flowing on the banners, turning into a flowing-wind goose.

It was exactly the ship that Qian Chen had ridden all those years ago!

Back then, Qian Chen rode this ship directly into the river-blocking formation laid by Xie Daoyun. The flowing-wind formation was broken because of this, and the formation banners were left on the ship, but the owner of the storied ship seemed to have found someone to repair the formation banners, and began to operate the overseas route by relying on this.

Wang Longxiang stood at the prow of the ship, staring at the surging river water. The aura on his body was ordinary, yet every movement fit the heaven and earth, as if he had merged into the great river, transforming the surging river water into the sword qi in his chest.

At this moment, any sword flying from his sleeve seemed to carry this vast and mighty power.

Suddenly, a wisp of moonlight fell and sank into Wang Longxiang's sleeve.

He opened his eyes, and this state of unity between man and nature was suddenly broken. On the boundless river surface, it seemed as if a sword mark had been drawn from the storied ship downstream, carving out a long water mark that spread for dozens of miles.

Wherever the water mark passed, the demon beasts in the river were split apart upon contact, and there was no lack of those that were sliced open from the middle. A wisp of sword intent was like this; it was truly unparalleled.

He took out the silver mirror from his sleeve, pondered slightly, clicked to look, and saw a line of small characters appearing on the mirror surface—

"Ahem... fellow Daoists, if you have received this message, you can reply through the attached seal!"

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He Qilang and the disciples of Shaoqing, riding a flying boat in the clouds, sailed toward the East Sea.

Suddenly, a wisp of moonlight followed the guidance of the silver mirror and fell toward the flying boat, suddenly splitting into several paths in mid-air, sinking into the silver mirrors of everyone.

He Qilang took out the silver mirror, his thoughts turning rapidly: "Is someone looking for the location of the Dew-Receiving Plate fragments?"

He had just prepared to close the silver mirror and isolate the aura, when he suddenly thought that there were seniors from Shaoqing on the flying boat at this time. No matter what force came, they would definitely not dare to act rashly, so he felt a slight impulse and touched the moonlight flowing on the surface of the silver mirror.

At this time, a line of text was projected on the mirror surface...

"Ahem... fellow Daoists, if you have received this message, you can reply through the attached seal!"

At this time, Feng Xian in the cabin next door suddenly grabbed the silver mirror and slipped in. He was still in the appearance of a milk-drinking baby, holding the mirror that was too big for his small hands, just like a doll on a New Year picture, but his mouth was old-fashioned: "Disciple, have you received that message?"

He Qilang hurriedly bowed his head and said: "Master, I have received it too!"

The milk-drinking baby Feng Xian waved his hand: "This person can send his words to our Dew-Receiving Plates through the resonance between the Dew-Receiving Plate and the Taiyin Star. This divine ability is not small. He also left a seal that can actively sense the Taiyin Star and receive his messages! Such ingenuity is definitely not something an ordinary person could think of."

"Disciple, should we reply?"

He Qilang frowned. At this time, undercurrents were surging overseas, all because of the Dew-Receiving Plate, yet someone was using these fragments to send messages to the owners. No matter how one looked at it, it seemed like some kind of conspiracy.

But since this person had already sensed the fragments in everyone's hands, leaving it alone would always be a hidden danger.

He whispered: "Master, will that person use this to find the owners of the Dew-Receiving Plate fragments?"

"Hmm!"

Feng Xianzi pondered for a moment and said leisurely: "Do you know that not long ago, the Sect Master of Shaoqing had already used the fragments obtained by Shaoqing to spy on that secret realm in the Gui Xu, confirming that this matter was not fabricated?"

He Qilang was suddenly shocked and said: "The Sect Master has already found the secret realm in the Gui Xu?"

"Not exactly found..."

Feng Xianzi shook his head slightly and said: "That secret realm is constantly moving within the Gui Xu and cannot be located. And even if it were located, not many people would dare to go deep into the Gui Xu to search for it. However, it can be considered confirmed that this matter is true! Therefore, various orthodoxies are pushing for the reunion of the Dew-Receiving Plate, intending to use the complete silver plate to open the passage to the secret realm."

"However, since Shaoqing can locate the Dew-Receiving Plate fragments in the Gui Xu, what is difficult about using this method to locate other fragments? At least those fragments are not in the Gui Xu and do not have the obstruction of that destructive aura!"

"The reason why they don't actively search for the remaining fragments is that the main body fragments of the Dew-Receiving Plate have long since fallen into the hands of those top forces."

"If you say the Dragon Clan doesn't have ten or eight pieces, do you believe it? So searching for and locking onto the Dew-Receiving Plate fragments, aren't you afraid of locking onto the Long Gong, or bumping into the Buddhist Sect? Or like us, although our cultivation is low and our sect has long since declined, we can travel with Shaoqing! If someone wants to snatch the Dew-Receiving Plate in our hands, and then bumps into Shaoqing!"

"What would be the outcome?" Feng Xianzi stuck out his thumb and smacked his lips.

"However, it cannot be ruled out that someone wants to use this to fish, looking for those cultivators who have no background and accidentally obtained fragments!" Feng Xianzi's eyes lit up slightly, pointing to the silver mirror: "Let's reply! Not a single one of those who possess Dew-Receiving Plate fragments is a pushover! If we can use this to communicate, with dragons and snakes mixed together, I'm afraid we can stir up quite a storm!"

His eyes were excited, obviously very much wanting to see that scene!

He Qilang then followed the attached seal, slightly refined the silver mirror, actively sensed the Taiyin Star, and replied with a message to the sender: "Who are you?"

"I am Pure Yangzi, a loose cultivator from the East Sea. I accidentally obtained this fragment of the Dew-Receiving Plate. This object is of great importance. After reunion, without great magic power, one cannot bear this karma."

"Therefore, I have no expectations for this object either. I just want to contact fellow Daoists and prepare to bump into the opportunity of the Gui Xu."

"Fellow Daoists, please rest assured. This method is my use of the circular light technique to reflect the Taiyin, thereby sending messages to fellow Daoists. This technique treats the Taiyin Star as a huge circular light mirror, using the resonance between the Dew-Receiving Plates to contact fellow Daoists."

"Our communication is mediated by the Taiyin Star, and no one can use this to sense your locations!"

He Qilang was slightly shocked. This was equivalent to them all leaving messages on the Taiyin Star, relying on the aura resonance of the Dew-Receiving Plate. So it was not that this person sent the message to everyone's Dew-Receiving Plate, but that he integrated the message into the moonlight, which only the Dew-Receiving Plate could crack.

It could be called the Xianxia version of a lunar relay radio!

At this time, on the full moon reflected in the mirror, the aura of the person who left the message squirmed for a while, suddenly dispersed and turned into the two characters 'Master Chunyang', and also wrote out this technique of sending light by sending the moon in its entirety.

He Qilang followed this technique, refined his own silver mirror, and could also leave messages on the moon!

He hesitated for a moment and gave himself the title of 'Taiyin'...

"Taiyin: Using the moon as a circular light, fellow Daoist's divine ability is truly extraordinary. The Daoist name 'Master Chunyang' is common, but it is very rare for a loose cultivator to have such divine ability. I'm afraid what you said is not true!"

"Master Chunyang: I am just saying it, and you are just listening. Why bother about the true origin? I invite fellow Daoists, originally because I want you to exchange what you have and exchange information about the Gui Xu secret realm and the Dew-Receiving Plate. Everyone doesn't know each other's identities, which can save many worries!"

"Zhu Que: Dew-Receiving Plate? Is it this silver mirror? I accidentally picked it up. Is it a treasure?"

He Qilang watched as a newbie popped up immediately, and for a moment, he didn't know if this was an old player pretending to be young to fish! Or if a newbie really picked up a Dew-Receiving Plate. His heart moved slightly, so he explained the cause and effect of this matter and the origin of the Dew-Receiving Plate, preparing to create the persona of Taiyin being happy to help others.

Master Chunyang, who gathered everyone, actually pinned his words to the top! He said it was an introduction for all newcomers...

"Hulu: This is very good! We don't count on the Dew-Receiving Plate! But those who can get this object are either people with monstrous luck or must have the support of great forces. Having a communication channel for everyone to exchange what they have is also a convenience. Everyone can take a code name, and lock onto a code name based on the unique information of each Dew-Receiving Plate."

"Hulu: The situation overseas is treacherous. We all possess Dew-Receiving Plate fragments, and in a sense, our interests are connected. Having a secret message channel is definitely not a bad thing!"

Seeing this code name, He Qilang raised his head, and sure enough, he saw his master's two small chubby hands sliding on the silver mirror, his eyebrows dancing with joy, and a small face reflected on the silver mirror.

Seeing this, He Qilang was certain that the 'Hulu' was nine times out of ten his master.

Looking at his master's milk-drinking baby appearance, He Qilang sighed slightly. If this Dew-Receiving Plate could communicate anonymously, I'm afraid no one would know whether the person behind the code name was a human or a ghost, or some newborn milk-drinking baby!

Before everyone had finished discussing, they saw someone called 'San Crown Prince' send a message.

"San Crown Prince: Hehe! You humans are truly cunning. Even if you get the Dew-Receiving Plate, you still have to hide your heads and show your tails, calculating against each other!"

"San Crown Prince: This seat is Ao Bing, the Third Prince of the East Sea Long Gong. I do not change my name when I walk, and I do not change my surname when I sit. If you offer the Dew-Receiving Plate fragments in your hands to the Long Gong, this Prince will definitely reward you heavily! Sealing you eight thousand miles of sea territory is a trivial matter... Those who are interested can find the patrolling Yaksha of the Long Gong and report my name!"

In the Crystal Palace, a true dragon over a hundred feet long was coiled on a dragon chair carved from water-avoiding gold crystal, its sharp nails pressing against a silver mirror, its face full of arrogance, and a sneer at the corner of its mouth.

"Master Chunyang, Taiyin, Zhu Que, Hulu... Hehe! They are all a bunch of people who hide their heads and show their tails. Even if I report my name, who would dare to plot against the Dew-Receiving Plate in my hands?" ===== CHAPTER 661 =====