Warren's Rise and Fall

At the entrance to the mysterious place where the mighty rest, the breath of death spread like a thick fog, and the ancient runes flashed a faint and mysterious light, as if they were mysterious codes left over from the long river of time, telling of the past glory and legend. People from various family forces came one after another with different purposes and expectations. The three of them waited quietly until the people from the Changsun family and the Sima family stepped in, and then they carefully chose to follow.

As soon as they entered, a strong cold breath hit them in the face. The biting coldness pierced their skin like countless fine needles, making their bodies tremble involuntarily. However, they did not retreat. The curiosity and desire to explore in their hearts overcame the fear and made them more determined to move forward.

The surroundings were in a green hue, as if the whole place had been shrouded in death for many years. Everything here exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, which made people feel awe. Wang Lunwo acted decisively, activated the element of fire, and summoned two fireballs around him. The fireballs emitted a warm light and dispelled some of the cold. He also did not forget to install two fireballs for Changsun Mingzhi and Sima Yan'er to ensure their safety.

The crowd not far ahead also showed their talents. Some people took out a bright lamp, which gave off a warm light, like the warm sun in spring, making everyone under the lamp feel warm. Some people took out a torch, which was obviously not an ordinary thing, and it was definitely not burned by oil, but must be a treasure. The cold air around the torch was swept away, creating a warm area for its owner. Others, like Wang Lunwo, sacrificed two fireballs around to maintain the temperature. As for the rest of the people, they could only rely on ordinary torches or lamps for lighting and a weak effect of driving away the cold. They seemed a little uneasy in this mysterious environment, and moved forward cautiously.

The two people Wang Lunwo had seen before were very exaggerated. The blue-robed monk exuded a strong aura of the Dao of the Sword, like an extremely sharp blade that could cut off all obstacles in the world. The green-robed monk exuded the aura of the Dao of the Sword, like a sharp sword that pierced the sky. The aura of the Dao exuded by the two of them made the cold aura of death around them retreat. They were particularly dazzling in the crowd, as if they were the brightest stars in the night sky. Wang Lunwo was amazed in his heart. It seems that people who have comprehended some of the aura of the Dao are indeed the best among people. Such an environment can't affect them at all. They look calm and walk calmly, as if everything is under their control.

In comparison, the ordinary monks seemed pale in comparison. They shivered in this cold environment, relying on various ordinary lighting and cold-repelling tools to move forward with difficulty. Their eyes were full of fear and anxiety, and they were full of vigilance towards everything around them. Their strength seemed insignificant in this mysterious and powerful place, and they took every step carefully, fearing that they would trigger some dangerous mechanism.

Although Wang Lunwo felt a little disappointed, he thought from another perspective that it was good to broaden his horizons. At least he knew the gap between himself and the true pride of heaven, and he would not be as arrogant as before, but would practice more diligently and comprehend the elements of heaven and earth and the avenue.

In this way, the crowd slowly walked along the stone stairs to a relatively wide hall. On both sides were rows of standing stone statues, which were carved so vividly that they seemed to come alive at any time. One person came forward with a torch and observed carefully, saying in a trembling voice: "The stone statues of these soldiers are carved too vividly, as if living people were forcibly confined here and then turned into stone statues." The people around them also came to the same conclusion after careful observation. They showed a look of horror on their faces, and were full of awe for the mysterious stone statues.

There are 24 stone statues in total, 12 on each side. On the high platform in the middle sits a stone statue of a general. The general's stone statue is extremely majestic, as if he is a god of war commanding thousands of troops. Just as everyone was about to start checking the stone statues, the eyes of these stone statues suddenly lit up with a faint green light, and then they really came to life.

The sitting general spoke in human language, and his voice echoed in the hall like thunder: "The place where the great rests forever, anyone who trespasses without permission will be killed." The 24 stone statues on both sides began to move, and the stone chips on their bodies began to fall as their bodies shook. The stone statues waved their weapons and began to kill everyone. Everyone was immediately thrown into chaos. Ordinary young men panicked and fled everywhere. The torches and lamps in their hands fell in panic, and darkness instantly enveloped them. Some people were hit by the weapons of the stone statues and fell to the ground screaming. Their strength was simply not enough to compete with these living stone statues, and they could only struggle in fear.

"This is the place where the great man rests forever. How dare anyone enter?" The cultivator who had sensed the aura of the Great Dao of the Sword, Dugu Haoshang, said coldly. His words were full of disdain and arrogance, as if everyone present was like an ant in his eyes. Then, he began to exert his strength. He picked up his precious sword and turned his wrist lightly. The sword seemed to have life and spun in a circle. The sharp sword light instantly flew in a circle, so fast that people had no time to react.

This was a tough situation for everyone. The blade light attacked indiscriminately, so everyone either bent down or squatted down. Some were so scared that they just lay on the ground. Those powerful monks either chose to stand and take the attack, or use defensive magic weapons to defend. Wang Lunwo and others also wisely chose to bend down to avoid this sudden attack. The silver-white blade light spread out and instantly filled the entire hall. The powerful power was terrifying, as if it could cut everything apart.

The 24 stone statues were also forced to pause by the blade. Some of the stone statues used weapons or shields to resist the blade's attack, but deep marks were left on the weapons or shields. Some stone statues were not so lucky, leaving a visible knife mark on the stone body. The knife mark seemed to be telling the powerful strength of Dugu Haoshang.

"It seems that the Dugu swordsman of the Sancai Sect is just like this." The monk who had sensed the aura of the great way of sword spoke lightly. His tone was also full of disdain, but unlike Dugu Haoshang's arrogance, his disdain was more of a provocation. The crowd was in an uproar. At first, people didn't know the identity of the man with the knife, but now that it was confirmed, they talked about it.

"It's Dugu Haoshang." Someone exclaimed.

"He is the talented swordsman from the Dugu family. He joined the Sancai Sect at the age of 15, and entered the Nascent Soul Realm at the age of 25. His understanding of the sword is astonishing. I'm afraid that his cultivation has already reached the perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm." Another person added.

"Your cultivation and perception are both good, but there is no need to attack indiscriminately." Some people also expressed dissatisfaction with Dugu Haoshang's actions. Obviously, the people in the crowd had mixed opinions on Dugu Haoshang's actions just now. Some people thought that he was powerful and had the right to be arrogant; while others thought that he was too selfish and disregarded the safety of others. But no matter how people talked about it, Dugu Haoshang remained unmoved, and his eyes were still full of indifference and confidence.