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Human Sacrifice
Zhongzhou Wudang Mountain, under the full starlight, was quiet in the deep of night.
Suddenly, a long cry echoed from the Scripture Repository, its sound resembling the roar of a dragon, resonating through the night sky.
Many elders of the Wudang Sect awoke from their meditation in the main hall. An old man with white hair cascading over his shoulders looked towards the sword light emanating from above the Scripture Repository, smiling as he said, "Our Wudang has produced another famous sword."
The crowd hurried towards the Scripture Repository, just in time to see a young man emerge from the pavilion, his long sword seemingly alive, following closely behind him. Everyone congratulated him, saying, "Congratulations to Third Senior Brother for breaking through the shackles of swordsmanship and soaring like Jackie Chan!"
As the crowd surrounded the young man and exited the grounds of the Scripture Repository, I watched from within as the door was tightly locked. Once there was no one around, I sat down calmly and began to meditate on the essence of the Martial Dao Classic.
A clear light rippled around me, and the contents of thousands of Dao Jing secret texts within Wudang Mountain transformed into characters that sealed themselves in my mind. Shortly after I left, an old man suspiciously opened the door to the Scripture Repository. He looked at the scattered books on the floor and said, "This is outrageous! To comprehend swordsmanship not in one's own cave but here in my Scripture Repository, leaving books strewn everywhere."
The old man picked up a book and placed it back on the shelf according to its classification. When he bent down to pick up a second book, he discovered that its pages were completely blank, devoid of any writing.
The old man flipped through dozens of books, only to find that they all had no words at all.
Moments later, I appeared on the outskirts of Wudang Mountain, where lights began to illuminate various places within. Angry shouts echoed from inside as the Mountain Guardian Barrier activated, and everyone began searching for the book-stealing Thief.
"The core secret techniques and inheritance Cultivation Method of each sect are not found within the Scripture Repository. However, it's fortunate that I know more than others and understand it more thoroughly. All paths converge into one; all laws are natural. Simplicity does not necessarily mean weakness," I murmured as I followed the mountain path towards the Sword Pavilion in Central Plains.
The Sword Pavilion was located on a certain Lake Island in Jiangnan. Although surrounded by bustling markets filled with people coming and going, the pavilion itself appeared somewhat detached from worldly affairs—majestic and solemn.
The Sword Pavilion claimed to be the foremost building in the world, reputed for its omniscience regarding matters of the Daoist Sect. Its disciples were spread across various sects and maintained a low profile. Even the Azure Cloud Sect had infiltrated its ranks. Therefore, when events unfolded within the Azure Cloud Sect, the Sword Pavilion would be informed immediately. This allowed them to alert other sects ahead of time when Azure Cloud Sect Leader Yun Donglai and the Six Elders of Azure Cloud sought aid in the Central Plains. The Arched Eyebrows turned a blind eye to many things.
The defenses of the Sword Pavilion were strict; checkpoints were established around the surrounding lake with disciples stationed there. All boats were docked at lakeside with massive bronze locks securing them. The security on Lake Island was even more stringent; it contained extensive information about the Underworld Sect, which was relatively objective. As long as I could obtain texts from within the Sword Pavilion, they would be more useful than those from any other sect.
Navigating past the outer guards, I slipped into the lake and swam towards the Sword Pavilion from the depths. With my understanding of various schools of thought and Daoist Arts, I moved through the water as if it were solid ground, thanks to the Camelback Turtle. As I reached the boundary of Lake Island, I caught sight of a disciple dressed in Sword Pavilion attire standing by the shore. I tossed the Zhou Compass onto the water's surface, creating a splash.
The disciple looked towards the lake, his face lighting up with joy. He glanced around nervously, ensuring no one was watching, then leaned over to reach for the Zhou Compass.
In an instant, a hand shot out and grabbed his hair, dragging him beneath the surface. Moments later, I emerged from the water, clad in Sword Pavilion garments, and made my way toward the castle tower of Sword Pavilion.
I walked up to a towering building, and none of the Sword Sect Disciples along the way suspected anything amiss. Reaching a shadowy corner of the structure, I swiftly ascended along the wall to the top.
Inside one of the windows, a disciple organizing information looked outside and asked, "What just flew up?"
"Are you seeing things?" another disciple replied.
The first disciple opened the window and looked up, finding nothing in the sky.
I slipped out from behind one of the window railings and continued climbing upward along the wall until I reached the rooftop.
Seated at the center of the rooftop, I took a deep breath and declared, "Under Radiant Day, let all your Sword Pavilion records turn to nothing; everything you know will belong to me."
Within the entire building, all documents and records transformed into characters that flew out of the windows, forming a whirlwind that rushed into my mind. Papers scattered chaotically inside; some white sheets floated out of windows and drifted everywhere.
"Why have all my documents turned into blank sheets?" someone inside exclaimed.
"My books suddenly started flipping on their own, and all the text has disappeared!" another voice cried out in shock.
Soon enough, chaos erupted within this building. With a light leap, I began to shuttle between floors. I had already mastered the layout of Sword Pavilion. Standing atop the Scripture Repository of Sword Pavilion, I punched through its highest ceiling and descended inside, unleashing the essence of Martial Dao Classic.
The Sword Pavilion, with its nine levels, housed numerous Sword Manuals and various Sword Classics collected from other sects, as well as Daoist scriptures. The ninth level of the Sword Pavilion was devoid of disciples, and as pages flew around me, I soon heard gasps from below.
An elder rushed over upon hearing the commotion. When he reached the ninth level, he found it empty, only seeing a large hole above and scattered white papers and blank books all around.
"Seal off the Sword Pavilion! We must capture this book thief!"
At that moment, I had already made my way to the back of the Sword Pavilion, entering the Sword Control Tower.
This Sword Control Tower was where Master Dongfang Jiu resided, right next to the Sword Furnace. Surrounding the Sword Furnace were patrolling Sword Sect Disciples, each at least in the late stages of the Divine Transformation Realm. Their cultivation levels were equivalent to that of an elder or even the sect leader. The sounds of hammering echoed from within the Sword Furnace as I used Time Walk to slip past them and reach the wall inside.
In the center of the Sword Furnace was a pool of ice and fire known as the Sword Pool. Surrounding it were numerous glowing swords, their blades radiating light and exuding Spirit Energy. Beneath the entire Sword Furnace lay a mysterious altar, with runes glowing as circles of Spirit Energy flowed like meridians in a body, gathering Spirit Energy from the ground.
On the wall inside the Sword Furnace floated nine treasured swords, each one a sacred artifact. Among them, I was astonished to see my Dragon Abyss Sword.
Everyone below the Sword Pool was busy and completely unaware of my presence. I gazed at these ancient famous swords and said, "All of them are renowned ancient treasures: Chengying, Pure Jun, Gan Jiang, Mo Ye, Tai'a, Crimson Sky, Zhanlu, Giant Quarters, including my Dragon Abyss Sword. In total, there are nine. The treasures of this Sword Pavilion must be among the best in the Daoist Sect. A sword cultivator who obtains even one can soar to great heights. But what exactly does the Sword Pavilion intend to do?"
I vaguely recalled that when I was at Azure Cloud Mountain, Sword Sect Master Dongfang Jiu had mentioned that he possessed eight of the Top Ten Famous Swords from ancient times. With my Dragon Abyss Sword in hand, acquiring just one more would allow him to forge a Divine Weapon surpassing sacred artifacts.
"Could he be planning to merge the Top Ten Famous Swords to forge a sword?" I thought in shock.
I had personally experienced the power of the Dragon Abyss Sword; even ordinary disciples could unleash Dao Qi with it, slaying peers as easily as chopping vegetables. In the hands of a master, its power would multiply exponentially. If this ill-intentioned Dongfang Jiu truly forged some unparalleled weapon with it, he could easily slay a sect leader with a mere flick of his wrist—who wouldn't rebel against such a weapon?
I approached my Dragon Abyss Sword and reached out to take it. Suddenly, with a loud bang, runes lit up and sent me flying back.
Beneath the Dragon Abyss Sword lay an altar radiating intense killing intent that protected it within its confines.
The iron railing behind me suddenly bent as I collided with it. The blacksmiths crafting swords turned to look at me, and a guard from the Sword Furnace shouted, "Who are you? How dare you touch the treasured sword! Someone, capture him!"
A large group of Sword Sect Disciples patrolling outside rushed in. At that moment, I wore a ghostly mask, so I wasn't afraid of them seeing my face. In my mind, I recalled a certain sect's Daoist Arts learned from the Martial Dao Classic, known as the Boundary Breaking Technique. This technique allowed me to inscribe a layer of mysterious runes on my hands, specifically designed to break through various barriers and runes; even the Mountain Guardian Formation could be shattered with a single punch.
My right hand glowed with runes as I desperately pushed through the sword protection barrier, grasping my Dragon Abyss Sword and fleeing towards the outside of the Sword Furnace.
"Catch him! We must not let him escape!" shouted a disciple of the Guardian of the Sword Forge.
A group of them chased after me, their movements synchronized. With two fingers together, they hurled their long swords at me in mid-air.
I gripped my Dragon Abyss Sword and slashed out, unleashing a dragon's roar that sent their long swords crashing down.
With a snort, I lightly tapped my feet and leaped towards the outside of the Sword Pavilion. As they pursued me, a late-stage Divine Transformation Realm Sword Sect Disciple blocked my path. His long sword shone brightly as he swept it horizontally toward me. I countered with my own sword strike, cleaving his weapon in two and ending his life.
At that moment, a long sword scattered on the ground suddenly flew up to the top of the Sword Control Tower and landed in the hands of a white-haired man—Dongfang Jiu.
Dongfang Jiu swung his sword, unleashing a wave of sword energy that surged like a flood. I raised my sword to block it; the light from my Dragon Abyss Sword flared up, but Dongfang Jiu's strike overpowered mine and sent me crashing to the ground.
Lying in a massive trench on the ground, blood trickled from my mouth as my Dragon Abyss Sword fell beside me.
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