This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling followed the four people and walked into the sword pavilion next to them.

As soon as she stepped into the gate of Jiange, An Ling felt a sense of weightlessness. The scene in front of her eyes was full of dreamlike colors, a bit like the kaleidoscope An Ling had played with before. The colorful fragments covered her vision layer by layer, making her dizzy and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Based on the signals from her brain, the ground under her feet seemed to rotate ninety degrees, causing An Ling to fall to the side. Fortunately, An Ling's arm was supported by Senior Sister Shao Shuang'er.

"Be careful, don't panic, take a deep breath, calm your mind, and then open your eyes." Shao Shuang'er's tall body made people feel very safe. An Ling's cheeks flushed slightly, and she even wanted to stay on Shao Shuang'er's body. But she still closed her eyes according to Shao Shuang'er's words, slowly adjusted her breathing, hypnotized herself that she was still standing on stable ground, and began to use the technique of meditation to help herself quickly clear away distracting thoughts.

An Ling opened her eyes again. Although her vision was still a little blurry, she could see things clearly.

The interior of the Sword Pavilion was exactly the same as the Moxiang Pavilion, both using unknown spatial means to expand the seemingly ordinary buildings into extremely complex spaces. Everything in the Sword Pavilion existed in a form that violated the objective laws of reality. For example, the door of a room was only half open, and the other half was sunken into the table below. Of the table, only a small part on the left side still existed, which was where the lower half of the door was stuck, and the right side was covered by bizarre holes. Those holes appeared in an endless stream in the Sword Pavilion, and no one knew what they were. Anyway, An Ling felt a headache when she looked at them, so she simply stopped looking at them.

An Ling looked up and saw countless "fragments" floating in the Sword Pavilion, and each fragment was a broken block of space.

Some of the space is the interior of a room. The antique room is shrouded in the smoke rising from the incense burner. Above the table opposite the door, there is a rapier and a scabbard inlaid with gems. It looks rich, but if you look closely, the rapier is just a decoration, and on the scabbard next to it, the coagulated blood has accumulated into a thick blood scab that cannot be peeled off.

Some spaces are like a vast desert, with the scorching sun exposing most of the eerie white bones that are buried in the yellow sand. On the top of the bones, there is a simple long sword inserted into the sand pile, as if suppressing this barren tomb in the wilderness, full of murderous aura.

There are also spaces with forests that block out the sun and sky. From the outside, you can't see where the "sword" is. If a disciple wants to take the sword from there, he will definitely need to go through some tests.

"These are the tests left by the predecessors of the Sword Sect," Murong Ziqiu introduced. "These unique spaces are made of the fragments of the small worlds that have been collected. The rules and conditions for passing the levels are all different. They are the methods used by the predecessors to select disciples with similar sword skills as themselves."

"I thought the Sword Pavilion was just a place where the swords of the predecessors were placed on a shelf, and if the disciple had a connection with the sword, it would light up..." An Ling thought of the novels she had read in her previous life, and couldn't help but sighed: "I didn't expect that each sword had its own small world test, it's really amazing."

Wu Baiquan said with a smile: "Junior sister, you should read less fantasy stories written by mortals. It's too embarrassing to put them on the shelf. We are also immortals after all. If we don't have some small world fragments in our hands, do we still have the nerve to call ourselves cultivators?"

An Ling scratched her face embarrassedly, "Okay, this is the first time I know this too. But this is something that can freely control the interior of space. Are there really so many small world fragments?" In her impression, this thing is very high-end, how come it seems like a cabbage that can be easily obtained when it comes to the Immortal Gate?

"That's not the case," Murong Ziqiu continued, "These are the fragments of the thirty-three layers of heaven that collapsed and fell into the mortal world when our ancestor challenged the Heavenly Dao. The fragments were divided up by the immortal sect cultivators at that time. Of course, except for the fragments that contain the power of the Heavenly Dao, those fragments are too strong for us to control. And the Heavenly Dao was destroyed by our ancestor after all, so our sect must have taken the lion's share when the benefits were divided. Look, not only are the Sword Pavilion, Moxiang Pavilion, and Tongtian Tower all small world fragments, but even every disciple cave has a small piece of small world fragments for the disciples to use."

An Ling was speechless and could only silently give a thumbs up to the sturdy ancestor and the sturdy sect. Isn't this too rich? You really can't judge a sect by its appearance alone. The ordinary two-story building actually has independent world spaces inside!

"Junior Sister An, if you want to take the test, just walk to that platform. If one of the senior's swords takes a fancy to you, he will pull you in. Oh, by the way, why isn't the guy with double pupils talking?" Shao Shuang'er said, only then did she realize that Lu Xiulin, who usually talked the most, hadn't said a word. She quickly turned around to look for him, only to discover that Lu Xiulin, for some reason, had staggered to a hole that was glowing with light, and it looked like he was about to fall in!

She screamed, scaring everyone present. Shao Shuang'er rushed over and prepared to grab Lu Xiulin.

"Stop." A "person" made of black mist, like smoke and dream, suddenly appeared in front of Shao Shuang'er. The "face" with only two holes on the black mist faced Shao Shuang'er. She couldn't help but shuddered and quickly lowered her head and said respectfully: "Greetings, Grandmaster."

The other people also bowed their heads and said respectfully, "Greetings, Grandmaster."

An Ling had been alert since the Black Mist Master appeared. When she saw Shao Shuang'er greeting it, she hurriedly followed Murong Ziqiu and Wu Baiquan and lowered her head.

Shao Shuang'er lowered her head, her hands on either side constantly grasping her sleeves, biting her lips lightly, "Why did Grandmaster try to stop me from going over? If I don't hold on to the guy with the heavy pupils, he's going to die!"

The Black Mist Master ignored the sudden change of mood of the few people, and floated in front of Lu Xiulin, who had a wooden expression, wrapped Lu Xiulin with his black mist body, and took him away, leaving a few people looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What's wrong with the guy with double pupils? He looks like he's being controlled!" Wu Baiquan whispered to his companions.

Murong Ziqiu shook his head solemnly, "I don't know what happened, but this situation never happened when we came to Jiange a few years ago. I hope Old Lu is safe."

An Ling stared straight at the bizarre holes and stopped only when she felt an unbearable headache.

She felt that it looked familiar from the beginning, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it. Now, combined with Lu Xiulin's strangeness, she remembered her experience when she encountered the fragments of the Heavenly Dao before.

Could it be that the Canglan Sword Sect also has fragments of the Heavenly Dao?