Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

Chapter 1267 - 619: Heaven-Burying Mad Saber

Zang Xu hugged his knife and sat on the rooftop, staring blankly at the sky.

Hmm, it’s not that he saw anything in the sky; he was just purely daydreaming.

After all, this was his first time traveling to the Central Plains with the group.

As a member of the God’s young generation, born in Heavenly Mountain and selected by the Divine Sect to join the Protective Army, following the path of the Bright Dharma King’s long sword, Zang Xu, who grew up on the battlefield camps of the Western Regions, knew about the Central Plains only from textbooks and stories passed down by the old generation. Only by seeing it with his own eyes did he realize that the sky of the Central Plains is very different from that of Heavenly Mountain.

Hmm, it’s not an illusion. He has carefully observed from the top of the car these days.

The sky over Heavenly Mountain is very high, vast, sunny, blue, and beautiful, cloudless, extremely high, extremely far, and the air quality is very good, but it’s not like that in the Central Plains.

How to put it, it’s a bit stuffy. It’s not a psychological discomfort; it’s a real physiological stuffiness.

Because the Qi pressure is too high.

Yes, Qi. Although you can’t see it just by opening your eyes, after the Nascent Soul Realm, the Yang God can leave the body and roam heaven and earth. Using the Divine Sense eye to look at the world, you can see it clearly.

Everywhere you look, there’s Qi.

The ground beneath is like an endless sea of Qi, with green waves rippling. The sky above, adorned by the verdant breeze, is dyed an emerald green. The Spiritual Qi gusts, erupting and rising from the Spirit Veins of the Three Mountains and Five Mountains, soar upwards like overturned porcelain bowls covering the earth, forming layers of green gauze Qi that shroud and cover the mountains and plains.

Even if he spurts out Sword Qi, shooting straight to the dome, he cannot break or penetrate that layer of gauze cover. He can only let his Divine Sense follow the Spiritual Qi breezes, rising into the Nine Heavens, where he finally sees the layers of Spiritual Qi combining with smoke and water vapor, turning into Xuanming ice crystals, which gradually condense, refine, and gather into large pearls of Spiritual Liquid, eventually drawn by gravity to fall slowly, turning into Spiritual Rain that nourishes the earth, forming a never-ending cycle of Qi between heaven and earth.

Yes, once you cross the border and enter the core area guarded by the Eight Tributary Countries, it’s as if you’ve entered an independent space shrouded in Qi, with Spiritual Qi so thick it forms substantive clouds, dyeing the sky green, like one huge piece of emerald. The entire Central Plains is enveloped in that cycle of Heavenly Breath and Earthly Qi, this rare treasure land where Spiritual Qi gathers, as if transformed into a grand array by the mighty power of nature and heaven and earth.

So much so that cultivators in the Nascent Soul True Man Realm, just by stepping into this heaven and earth where Spiritual Qi gathers, it’s like entering a sauna room shrouded in smoke Qi. The Inner Qi Sea pulses with the heartbeat and breath, with every pore spontaneously breathing, even if not actively drawing in Qi, attracting surrounding True Breath of Spiritual Qi to spontaneously infuse, with the whole body being soaked in the True Liquid of Spiritual Qi. It’s as if the whole person is placed in a Pill Furnace with True Breath boiling, like an Immortal Pill, repeatedly refined in this sea of ​​heaven and earth Qi and forged by the furnace of calamities, reaching the extreme of Nine Revolutions.

No wonder the Sect Hierarchs of the past generations, though unifying the Western Regions, destroying countless countries, expanding territories by ten thousand miles, conquering countless beings, yet could not forget, always thinking about returning to the Central Plains.

Heavenly Mountain, no matter how good, only has a spirit vein like a rushing river. But the land of the Central Plains is a sea of Spiritual Qi storms.

Only the Central Plains is the core where Yin and Yang meet and storm clouds gather; it is the embodiment of the eternal, never-ending cycle of Taiji World.

Only here can you attain Enlightenment.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a child cried out, waking Zang Xu from his distraction.

"What’s up, need a diaper change?"

Zang Xu also glanced sharply, with a hint of wariness, coldly looking at the child lying on the rooftop.

The child rolled his eyes at him and made a gesture.

Thus, Zang Xu followed the child’s gaze and saw that at some point, a green-robed swordsman with a lock of white hair covering half his face was standing on a pine branch in the distance, holding a sword and looking at him from afar.

Well, well? Sharing the same hairstyle with me?

"Who goes there!"

Zang Xu gripped the knife hilt, instantly locking the Primordial Spirit and condensing Qi Power, becoming one with the sword.

However, the white-haired swordsman flickered, leaping off the branch, and vanished into the forest with a flash.

A duel challenge, perhaps.

Zang Xu wasn’t foolish enough to be lured into leaving his post by a mere provocation, so he stayed on the rooftop without moving.

Unexpectedly, the white clouds in the sky rolled, transforming into an old man with a white beard, casting a glance at Zang Xu, and then disappearing in a flash, chasing after the swordsman into the dense forest.

Zang Xu frowned for a moment.

Two old Mystic Sect members, huh? Pity that guy just had to go off on an adventure at this time...

From inside the carriage, the Holy Daughter’s voice came,

"They’ve shown themselves voluntarily and are here to test your skills.

As the Sect Leader of the mountain, he wouldn’t trouble us women and children.

You can go now, just don’t wreck the temple."

"Yes."

Zang Xu also understood what the other party meant, the two old Mystic Sect members could have easily launched a sneak attack without a word.

If they struck while he was distracted, even with the help of the Heavenly Blade Hongming, he could only ensure a lethal exchange, killing one of them at best.

But evidently, the Mystic Sect members have a heavy private interest, and wouldn’t possibly sacrifice for someone else, taking the first hit to let others steal the lead.

Moreover, with the Holy Daughter by his side, the mysteries of Primordial Spirit Magic are infinite, and a surprise attack might not truly succeed. Therefore, now the two voluntarily exposing themselves to challenge is likely an attempt to separate him and the Holy Daughter, and deal with each individually by joining forces.