Above the ritual altar formed by the converging purple light, Li Muyang’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
The Startling Swan Immortal Sword from the game had actually appeared in reality.
However, upon waking, the sword immediately slew the centipede ridge demons that had summoned it.
Then, with sword qi sweeping across the board, the Immortal Sword directly shattered the void and charged toward the strongest demon cultivator in the underground tunnels—the Soul Refining Sect’s Elder Yan.
The moment the cold light shattered the darkness, Yan Xiaoru immediately reversed the direction of the banners, retracted the spiritual power of the formation, and formed a series of transparent barriers in front of her.
The next instant, as the sword qi struck in all directions, the Startling Swan Immortal Sword pierced through seven barriers before it was halted and hung suspended in the void.
Inside the underground tunnel, sudden deathly silence ensued; the air seemed to solidify.
In the underground tunnel, where a chilling wind blew, all the congested malevolent spirits fled.
The moment the Startling Swan Immortal Sword awakened in the current world, all the violent and fierce malevolent spirits, like meeting their doom, panicked and fled, seeking refuge underground.
Clearly, the appearance of the “demonic sword” from thousands of years ago had triggered the fear of these lingering spirits.
Above the ritual altar formed by the converging purple light, Yan Xiaoru stood with banner in hand, her face as still as water.
Her hands, clutching the banner, were faintly trembling.
She barely managed to withstand the might of this sword.
Her three direct disciples, meanwhile, were terrified by this sword’s power.
Now, seeing the Immortal Sword blocked by their master, the three of them began to speak with hesitant wonder.
“This demonic sword… Why doesn’t it have the slightest hint of demonic qi?”
“Isn’t it an ancient demonic sword… How could it be an Immortal Sword?”
Everyone’s eyes were filled with shock, unable to comprehend.
And Li Muyang, upon seeing the Startling Swan Immortal Sword being intercepted, quietly let out a sigh of relief.
This Immortal Sword, after shedding its malevolent aura, became even more dangerous.
Everyone present was a demon cultivator; the Immortal Sword was sentient and instinctively attacked this group of demon cultivators.
Fortunately, this Elder Yan was powerful and managed to intercept the sword in time.
Elder Yan, clutching the banner tightly, looked at the Immortal Sword before her with astonishment in her eyes.
“Indeed, this sword’s power is extraordinary. It can exert such great force even without a wielder… It is very likely to be of the Immortal Artifact tier mentioned in legends,” she said.
Elder Yan stared at the Immortal Sword in the darkness and said, “All of you, go out immediately and notify the sect to call the Sect Master to gather the elders. If we can subdue this Immortal Sword, the Refinement Demon Sect will gain a top-notch combatant!”
Elder Yan tried to stay behind to restrain the Immortal Sword while also seeking reinforcements from the sect.
This was an excellent plan; without a master, the sword’s power was greatly diminished, and she alone could entangle it.
As long as the disciples sought help from the sect and brought reinforcements, subduing this Immortal Sword was only a matter of time.
Yan Xiaoru waved the banner, and five beams of light fell on her four direct disciples and Li Muyang, preparing to send them away from the mine.
But just at that moment, a deeply resentful growl came from the darkness of the pitch-black tunnel.
“Want to leave? It’s not that easy!”
From the depths of the underground tunnel where the Immortal Sword had flown out, a pitch-black and eerie mist suddenly surged.
Within this mist, countless tortured souls seemed to be wailing, emitting malevolent and ominous breaths.
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The most powerful among them, the Demon King, was still alive and had taken action at that moment.
Seeing the dark mist rising from deep underground, Yan Xiaoru’s expression changed slightly.
“Hurry!”
She abruptly waved her hand, immediately sending her four direct disciples out, “Once you’re out, seek help from the sect immediately!”
Four beams of purple light wrapped around her four direct disciples and carried them toward the outside world.
Conversely, the purple light surrounding Li Muyang was withdrawn by her.
Seeing this, Li Muyang was baffled.
“Elder Yan!” I haven’t “boarded” yet!
As Ning Wan’er and the others were escorted by the purple light to escape, Li Muyang, who was left behind, stared dumbfounded.
What did Elder Yan mean by this?
She had sent everyone else away, but not him?
As the black mist approached furiously, Elder Yan gave Li Muyang a cold glance and said, “No need to panic, you shall be safe by my side.”
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After speaking, Elder Yan no longer paid any attention to Li Muyang.
Clearly, the situation was urgent, and Elder Yan did not intend to waste her spiritual power on a minor character like Li Muyang.
She retracted her spiritual power and immediately turned her attention to the front, flipping the flag in her hand upside down.
“Imperial command!”
The strange, urgent chanting of the incantation rang out, echoing continuously in the underground tunnel with Elder Yan’s rapid recitation.
The light of the Soul Refining Formation kept converging and surged towards the pitch-black fog ahead.
Obviously, that pitch-black fog was not anything benign and at this moment, Elder Yan had even no time to spare for the Startling Swan Immortal Sword, needing to block the ghastly black fog first.
However, the black fog was surging over aggressively, not only surrounding Elder Yan on the ritual altar but also sparing no effort to encompass the nearby Startling Swan Immortal Sword.
The black fog quickly filled Li Muyang’s field of vision, shrouding the entire underground tunnel.
The Immortal Sword with its drifting immortal aura, disappeared into the black fog.
From deep within the underground tunnel, the Demon King of Centipede Ridge let out a cold laugh.
“You’re resisting in vain… Yan Xiaoru, I admit you do indeed have the strength,”
“Even a joint surprise attack from us was resolved by you; you’ve won this round.”
“But winning doesn’t mean you get to live. This is the Sun Moon Pot, the treasure of Centipede Ridge, and today I’m staking everything, even if it means burning my divine soul and destroying the Sun Moon Pot, I will make sure your despicable life stays here!”
The enmity from the Demon King of Centipede Ridge was extreme.
She had evidently given up all hope and was ready to perish together.
Yet on the ritual altar, Yan Xiaoru’s gaze remained icy-cold as she poured all her strength into the array.
“You think to perish together? Ridiculous!”
“Today, I will annihilate you completely, leaving you with no place for burial!”
Dazzling purple light wreathed around the ritual altar, almost solidifying into substance.
Under the massive compression of spiritual power, low-level cultivators like Li Muyang felt terrified, as though standing atop a volcano on the verge of eruption.
This ritual altar gathered the entire power of the Soul Refining Formation, its aura immense and penetrating.
The next instant, the pitch-black fog came rolling in and violently collided with the purple altar.
Boom——
Amidst the deafening explosion, endless shockwaves surged wildly within the underground tunnel, and although Li Muyang was protected by the power of the Soul Refining Formation and did not perish,
the constantly incoming severe shockwaves still sent him flying chaotically beyond the barrier of the array.
A whirlwind of dizziness struck him, making Li Muyang feel like he had fallen into a tumbling washing machine.
Battling the intense nausea and vertigo, Li Muyang soon lost consciousness.
In a dazed state and not knowing how much time had passed, Li Muyang felt that his spinning had stopped.
Then he fell into what seemed like icy-cold river water, appearing to drift in it.
After an indeterminable period of drifting in and out of consciousness, Li Muyang began to suspect he might just keep floating this way forever.
…until a hand grabbed him.
Then Li Muyang felt himself being dragged out of the water and thrown heavily onto the ground.
“…damned demons…”
A woman’s irritated murmur rose by his ear.
The voice was somewhat familiar, but before Li Muyang could ponder on who the owner of the voice might be, his consciousness once again plunged into darkness.
This time, he slept for a very long time.
When Li Muyang finally opened his eyes again, he felt sore all over and was extremely hungry,
as if he hadn’t eaten for one or two months.
In the moment he regained consciousness, Li Muyang abruptly sat up, looking around him.
However, the scene he saw in his field of view stupefied him.
The winding mountains in the distance, the flowing river under his feet, and the bamboo forest alongside, as well as the two tombs outside of the bamboo forest…
Wasn’t this the scene where the Fairy of Jade from “The Legend of the Sword Immortal” was buried?
Confronted with the familiar scene, Li Muyang was dumbfounded.
—Have I transmigrated into the game?
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