I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

We definitely have to go down into the canyon.

But we can't rush into it.

Li Mu made his decision in an instant.

"This matter needs to be reported to the spirit world, and if necessary, the ten major races should also be informed."

"Is it that complicated?" Ning Ruan looked up.

Mu Yiqiu took a deep breath. "What else can we do? Go down rashly? The sword energy below might be stronger than you imagine. It's been suppressed for tens of thousands of years. And that arm is also very sinister."

"After my soul was taken away by the senior, that arm still tried to influence me, constantly trying to make me take it out."

"What a joke! Do you think I'm that easy to fool?"

"Don't go down there carelessly and bring it back up with you."

"Right now, it's being suppressed by the senior's sword, but the senior is gone, and the sword can't suppress it for much longer. I think it's just right for the sword energy to erupt. At that time, that thing can be buried with the Little Remnant Realm. It would be difficult to deal with if it were really brought out."

Mu Yiqiu had no good feelings towards immortals.

Perhaps due to preconceived notions, after witnessing the annihilation of the Cursed Crow Clan, she felt that the immortals were extremely evil.

They exterminated their entire clan, seemingly without even needing to find a reason.

If you want to kill, then kill.

She actually saw an even more tragic scene in the remnant soul of her predecessor.

The skeletons of those Cursed Ravens outside—how they were tortured to death in life.

She only watched it once and didn't want to watch it a second time.

Of course, there are reasons for the torment.

Because the senior dared to injure the immortal.

Therefore, they don't even deserve to die.

It must be a long period of torment, a living hell, before finally leading to death.

Mu Yiqiu felt that perhaps it wasn't death.

It is liberation.

At least for the Cursed Raven Clan, whose lives are worse than death, this is the case.

"You could bring it out and then kill it, right?" Ning Ruan asked. "Aren't you curious about what's going on in the Immortal Realm?"

Mu Yiqiu: "..." Of course I'm curious.

"But what if we bring them out and can't kill them?"

Ning Ruan said, "Then let's lock them up for now. Locking the immortal in a celestial artifact, is that alright?"

She is not soft-hearted, but she still has this magical artifact.

It's perfect for imprisoning immortals.

Especially since the other party only has one arm left, he can't possibly jump into her spirit liquid pool and cause trouble, right?

Mu Yiqiu remained silent.

Li Muyi gave her a deep look before finally asking in a low voice, "Do you have a way to get down?"

Ning Ruan quickly took off the magical artifact she was wearing.

He wrapped it directly around the red sword beside him.

"Who said I had to go down there in person?"

Whether the sword falls or she falls, there's no difference.

Anyway, we understand each other.

Most importantly, her intuition told her that even without being wrapped in a magical artifact, her little red pet would be fine.

But a sword is as important as life itself.

Especially swords that have given birth to sword spirits.

She wouldn't gamble with it.

Li Mu still felt it was inappropriate.

But seeing that Ning Ruan not only took out a celestial artifact, but also looked very confident, he swallowed back his inappropriate words.

Fortunately, it wasn't a person who went down.

"If there is any danger, take back your spirit sword," Li Mu instructed in a deep voice.

Ning Ruan responded, her expression becoming more serious.

She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and immersed herself entirely in the connection with the red sword.

Om-!

The red sword, clad in the cloak of a celestial artifact, emitted a clear and melodious sword cry.

It instantly transformed into a streak of light and plunged into the depths of the canyon, where sword energy crisscrossed, without hesitation!

As soon as they entered, a violent surge of sword energy crashed down like a tsunami!

The intensity of the sword energy was the strongest Ning Ruan had ever seen.

Of course, her second father was an exception.

The red sword nimbly weaved through the gaps where sword energy intertwined.

The celestial artifact's outer garment emitted a soft light, isolating most of the impact from the outside.

Even so, Ning Ruan could still feel streams of pure and ancient sword energy flowing through the immortal artifact, constantly washing over the red sword's blade, as if it were being tempered in some way.

Her eyes lit up.

I never expected to have this benefit.

She immediately said, "The sword energy below can temper the spirit sword."

Mu Yiqiu's eyes widened immediately. "You're not lying, are you? Why didn't you tell me, senior?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Mu coughed lightly and said in a deep voice, "I suppose that senior thought it was useless."

"A casual spirit sword will inevitably be damaged if it is used, so how can it be tempered?"

The prerequisite for tempering is being able to withstand these violent sword energies.

But who can withstand it?

His approach might work.

But it takes unleashing all our strength to withstand it.

But if that happens, the Little Broken Realm will collapse again.

That elder of the Cursed Crow Clan could never have imagined that on this very day, a low-level cultivator would happen to be carrying a spirit sword that was not low-level at all, and also carrying a celestial artifact, and break into the canyon.

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiqiu was speechless.

She subconsciously glanced at the other four flying swords still floating in mid-air beside Ning Ruan.

Yes, it's that infuriating.

Ning Ruan actually possesses five such incredibly powerful swords.

Oh no, it's very likely not even five.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but ask, "You don't still have a spirit sword you haven't taken out yet, do you?"

"Why would you think that?" Ning Ruan looked at her seriously. "I only have these five."

Mu Yiqiu looked incredulous. "But didn't you only have two or three back then?"

As a result, there were more and more of them later on.

Before long, there were five.

Ning Ruan said, "There are five now, but there could certainly be more in the future."

After all, her sword should be able to regenerate.

Mu Yiqiu: "..." She didn't want to say anything more.

Ning Ruan then said no more.

He focused intently on controlling the red sword as it continued to descend.

The deeper you go, the denser the sword energy becomes.

More and more sword marks appeared on the surrounding ice walls.

Each cut was so deep that the bone was visible, and a faint trace of black mist remained.

It's normal to have blackish aura.

Judging from the skeletons, it must have been a very tragic event.

Whether it's the immortal's true soul trapped in the arm, the remnant soul of the powerful swordsman of the Cursed Raven Clan, or the skeletons outside...

These are all places that easily breed resentment and various negative energies.

Finally, at the very bottom of the canyon, the red sword stopped.

It hovers in the very center.

Below it, a rusty, yet chillingly sharp, broken sword was stuck in the ground.

The broken sword plunged straight into the ground.

And at the top... there was an arm stuck in it.

A complete arm severed from the shoulder.