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In the Qilian Mountain range, there lies a place surrounded by five peaks, beneath which is an ancient and uncharted Deep Valley. Within it, Ghostly Energy swirls ominously, and strange occurrences happen year-round. The nearby villages have all become Desolate Villages, with the villagers fleeing to the outside world.
"Senior, is this the place that connects the Underworld and the Yang Realm?"
On one of the mountain peaks, Zhou Manman asked. The Taoist priestess Miao Guanyin beside her nodded and replied, "Years ago, we Five Great Supremes entered from here to find the Book of Life and Death."
"Then why have you returned here, Senior?" Zhou Manman inquired.
Miao Guanyin explained, "To trace the origins of the Book of Life and Death, to uncover what truly happened back then, and to identify the mastermind behind its manipulation."
As she spoke, her gentle Dao Qi enveloped Zhou Manman as they descended into the Deep Valley together.
Meanwhile, at the distant entrance of Wudang Mountain, a group of Wudang Disciples blocked the way of those from the Sword Pavilion. An Elder of the Sword Pavilion said, "Brother, we have come to visit your sect's leader. What do you mean by asking us to unsheathe our swords?"
A Gatekeeper Disciple from Wudang replied, "Anyone entering Wudang must unsheathe their weapons at the Sword Pool as a sign of respect for Wudang."
The Elder of the Sword Pavilion chuckled and said, "We from the Sword Pavilion never part with our swords; where our sword goes, we go. This directly contradicts your Wudang rules. So what should we do?"
Just as the Gatekeeper Disciple was about to respond, another disciple beside him said, "Junior Brother, let them in."
The Gatekeeper Disciple snorted and said, "No way! The master has instructed that everyone must be treated equally; otherwise, they should return whence they came!"
The members of the Sword Pavilion laughed heartily. The Elder's face turned awkward as he forced a smile. Suddenly, his sword flew out of his hand and cleaved through the Gatekeeper Disciple who had tried to block their entry.
Another Gatekeeper Disciple trembled in fear. He held a Firecracker for signaling but ultimately did not pull it; instead, he knelt tremblingly to one side to welcome the Sword Pavilion members.
The Elder of the Sword Pavilion snorted and led his group up the steps toward Wudang, confidently heading for the Wudang Great Hall.
Moments later, in front of the Wudang Great Hall, Zhang Ziling stood at the top of the steps with Wudang Elders and all disciples facing off against those from the Sword Pavilion below in the Dojo's open space.
Zhang Ziling asked, "I wonder why friends from the Sword Pavilion have suddenly visited while I, Wudang, have closed the mountain gates?"
The leader of the Elder of the Sword Pavilion replied, "Zhang Ziling, you don't need to play dumb with us. Previously, the Sword Pavilion sent someone to Wudang to deliver a message. However, they never returned. Shouldn't you provide an explanation?"
"Oh?" Zhang Ziling said, looking puzzled. "But I have closed the mountain gates and haven't heard any disciples on guard report that esteemed guests from the Sword Pavilion came to deliver a message! Could it be that all of you came just to deliver a message?"
The Elder of the Sword Pavilion snorted and said, "Zhang Ziling, you can continue pretending to be foolish. Killing my disciple Old Man can be overlooked, but have you considered whether Wudang's Seven Star Sword will be lent to my Sword Pavilion?"
"Hmph!" An elderly elder from Wudang retorted angrily. "So your true colors are showing. You barged into Wudang Mountain to steal a sword, do you really think Wudang is your home?"
The Elder of the Sword Pavilion replied, "Great Elder, I have already stated that I am here to borrow, not to steal."
"Not lending!" The Wudang Grand Elder slammed his cane on the ground. "What difference is there between your Sword Pavilion people and bandits? You threaten us at our doorstep; do you think Wudang is afraid?"
The Elder of the Sword Pavilion chuckled and said, "Great Elder, this is pointless. Since you won't lend it to us, we have nothing more to discuss. We shall leave now."
The Elder of the Sword Pavilion signaled for his followers to exit the grand hall and head outside. The Wudang Grand Elder looked at Zhang Ziling in confusion, and Zhang Ziling shook his head as well, unsure of what scheme the Sword Pavilion was plotting.
Outside the grand hall's courtyard wall, Wu, Huzi, Iron Bull, Douding, and Chang Liulang were hiding by the wall. Huzi remarked, "It seems there won't be a fight today; you'll still get a good show."
Wudao added, "The people from the Sword Pavilion traveled all this way to Wudang Mountain; do you think they would return empty-handed?"
Wu pointed towards a densely populated area in the forest below and said, "Wudang has been the most famous sword sect since ancient times. The Wudang Ancestor set up an unparalleled Sword Formation on Wudang Mountain. When this formation is activated due to external invasion, it can slay all enemies outside the grand hall. These people are like us; they secretly climbed up other mountain paths to disrupt Wudang's Sword Formation's core. It seems there are traitors within Wudang; otherwise, how could the location of the core be leaked?"
Douding, riding on Wu's back while looking at the situation inside the dojo of the grand hall, said, "Brother Five, it seems like the people from the Sword Pavilion are not leaving at the entrance."
"Get down so I can take a look." Wu leaned over the wall and saw the Elder of the Sword Pavilion smiling at everyone from Wudang in front of the grand hall. Suddenly, he heard a loud rumbling sound; in the sky above them appeared a gigantic transparent dome that shimmered with various colors like a pot lid.
"Quick, let's hide down the mountain!" Wu shouted as he pulled Douding along, and the others followed in confusion.
Above the Wudang Mountain Great Hall, the colorful Sword Formation trembled. Everyone looked up, puzzled, including Zhang Ziling, the sect leader, who had no idea what was happening. Since Wudang's founding by Zhang Sanfeng, no one had ever dared to provoke Wudang Mountain, and he knew that the Sword Formation surrounded the Wudang Great Hall.
"Has someone broken my Wudang Sword Formation?" Zhang Ziling asked in confusion.
"No, it's the Sword Formation that's reversing. We need to get down the mountain!" the Wudang Grand Elder shouted.
As the Wudang disciples rushed down the steps, they heard the sound of swords ringing around them. Countless Flying Swords swarmed into the air like a dense swarm of bees, propelled by the Spiritual Vein beneath Wudang Mountain. The killing power accumulated over hundreds of years surged forth; even some of the Flying Swords were rusty, yet their might remained undiminished.
Looking up, they saw tens of thousands of Flying Swords blotting out the sun, descending like Sword Rain!
"Fight!" Zhang Ziling was the first to draw his sword, gazing at the incoming barrage of swords.
The Eight Thousand Disciples of Wudang trembled in fear but had no choice but to draw their swords.
The Wudang Grand Elder suddenly thrust his staff into the ground. Channeling all his Dao Qi into it, he pointed it skyward. A fierce wind howled and thunder crackled as countless Flying Swords were knocked down by his Daoist Arts. However, these falling Flying Swords were faster than bullets and carried tremendous power. The Grand Elder soon found himself exhausted as the Wudang disciples fought against the Sword Rain, cries of anguish filling the air. The clash of metal rang out as sword light filled their surroundings.
The Sword Rain fell for a full minute. Zhang Ziling swept down countless Flying Swords with his blade, but his long-practiced sword was now riddled with chips and dents. Before him lay a mountain of corpses; countless Wudang Disciples had perished, their bodies pierced by swords.
Behind Zhang Ziling remained only a few hundred bloodied Wudang Disciples. The scene unfolded too quickly; everyone was filled with grief and anger, their faces pale with fear.
Several elders from Wudang had fought valiantly to block the Sword Rain and save elite disciples but had all fallen in battle.
Outside the dojo, an Elder of the Sword Pavilion laughed heartily, "The Wudang Mountain Guardian Sword Formation truly lives up to its reputation! A single Sword Formation has wiped out one of the Five Major Sects of Daoist Sect. The designer of this Sword Formation will be remembered for eternity!"
Zhang Ziling replied, "I don't even know where the core of the Wudang Sword Formation is; how could anyone from the Sword Pavilion possibly know?"
The Wudang Grand Elder said in a daze, "One hundred years ago, the Dark Turmoil was strengthened by Wudang Grandmaster Zhang Zong, and the specific location of the formation's eye was sealed within the forbidden area, along with the Seven Star Sword."
Zhang Ziling, upon hearing this news, turned to the surviving disciples and asked, "Only Zhang Xing has entered the Wudang forbidden area. Where is Zhang Xing? Where is Zhang Xing?"
A Wudang Disciple replied, "Senior Brother was here earlier, but we don't know where he went."
"Zhang Xing, you ungrateful wretch, worse than a beast!" Zhang Ziling shouted.
A burst of cheerful laughter echoed from above the great hall as Dongfang Jiu appeared with Wudang's Grand Disciple, Zhang Xing. Eastern Nine remarked, "I didn't expect Brother Zhang to be such a foul-mouthed old man."
Zhang Ziling glared at Eastern Nine and said, "Wudang and Sword Pavilion have always kept to themselves. Dongfang Jiu, why do you want to destroy my Wudang?"
Dongfang Jiu frowned and stroked his chin, saying, "Yes, why would I want to destroy Wudang? That is indeed a question."
Suddenly, Zhang Xing knelt on the roof of the hall and presented a large sword embedded with Seven Star Gems to Eastern Nine with both hands. "Disciple Zhang Xing wishes to join Sword Pavilion and take Eastern Sword Master as my teacher. I present the Seven Star Sword as a gift!"
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