National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Chapter 487: New Inscription...

"I... don't know." Qi Mo clenched his teeth, enduring the sudden severe pain in his consciousness, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he answered with difficulty.

The pain was like countless steel needles, densely packed and piercing deep into his soul, making it almost impossible for him to concentrate.

Taoist Xuanxiao chuckled softly, his tone neither hurried nor slow as he spoke slowly, "This mountain is called Taixu Mountain. It was once a place where many immortals lived in seclusion and practiced cultivation, a place of tranquility and peace. Later, these immortals left the Nine Heavens for important matters, and before leaving, they solemnly entrusted this mountain and forest to me. It was because of this that I learned of the hidden secrets of this mountain."

Qi Mo endured the pain and listened very carefully. In the trance caused by the pain, he could hear the faint sound of animal sounds.

The sounds were a complex mix, encompassing the long, melodious calls of black birds and the deep roars of ferocious beasts. Even stranger, Qi Mo seemed to detect a familiar voice within them. But amidst the excruciating pain, he couldn't tell who it was.

"Do you know that those old antiques in the Ninth Heaven are most afraid of someone touching two sects at the same time!" Taoist Xuanxiao's voice suddenly became stern, like a thunder exploding in the palace.

At the same time, the magic techniques in his hands changed rapidly, and the spiritual power flashed, which was dazzling.

"So..." Qi Mo seemed to have grasped a glimmer of clarity in the chaos. A flash of inspiration struck his mind, and he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of a smile. "Senior, back then... you chose a different path, right?"

Taoist Xuan Xiao raised his hand and quickly sketched five immortal-level talismans in the air. He smiled and continued, "Of course. I possess a unique Taoist method, so I don't need to follow the rigid rules of the Nine Heavens. But Qi Mo, you are different from me."

As he said this, Taoist Xuanxiao looked at Qi Mo with eyes full of hope, as if he saw infinite possibilities in Qi Mo. "You seem to have a power hidden within you that is completely different from all the Taoism in this world. This Taoism has immeasurable potential. It will help you reach a height that even I can hardly reach."

"But... there's something I must inform you of." Taoist Xuanxiao's expression grew serious. "If your Daoist method is to break through to the upper realm, it must be approved by the Ninth Heaven's Heavenly Dao. Therefore, this training session ends here, and you may leave."

After saying this, Taoist Xuanxiao raised his hands and clasped them together. The Taoist rhythm that tempered Qi Mo's consciousness slowly receded like the tide and dissipated into nothingness.

But at this moment... Qi Mo's consciousness was still immersed in the tempering left by the rhythm of Taoism, unable to extricate himself. His blazing gaze penetrated the layers of clouds and mist, gazing straight into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the hazy clouds and mist, the shadow of an ancient sword covered with cracks is looming. On the sword guard, the two words "Qingwei" are simple and vigorous, as if engraved with the vicissitudes of time and endless stories.

"But... Senior, I seem to be... locked by an ancient sword..." Qi Mo's forehead veins bulged, his teeth were clenched, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.

He tried his best to resist the pain which was several times more intense than before. His words came out intermittently, and every word seemed to take up all his strength.

This time, Taoist Xuan Xiao was struck by lightning, and he froze in an instant. His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had witnessed the most incredible sight in the world.

The Taoist robe rustled without wind, and the aura around him fluctuated violently due to the shock in his heart. "It seems that not only you have sensed the mountain-guarding sword spirit, but the mountain-guarding sword spirit has also sensed your presence!"

"There is a little-known secret hidden in the Ninth Heaven." Taoist Xuan Xiao took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and slowly spoke:

"Five thousand years ago, Qingwei Tianzun, also possessed the Dao of another world. In order to prove his own Primordial Unity and break through to the supreme realm of the Dao Ancestor, he resolutely drew his sword and slew three Heavenly Immortals... And then, this time, the Heavenly Dao did not punish him with thunder..."

Before he finished speaking, a broken jade slip suddenly flew out from Taoist Xuanxiao's sleeve. Strangely, the incomplete writing on the slip now seemed to be guided by an invisible hand and began to slowly complete itself.

[Those who have proven themselves to be Hun Yuan must undergo the calamity of saving the world and reincarnation... When the calamity is over, they can use Qing Wei to fight against the heavens with their lives.]

As these words appeared, Qi Mo's consciousness, which had been confused by the severe pain, miraculously returned to calm. However, before the two of them could recover from the jade slip, a deafening roar suddenly rang out from the mountains and forests.

Immediately afterwards, from the secret room under the forest, a shocking sword sound cut through the sky, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years had finally awakened, and let out a roar that shook the world!

In an instant, the ancient Qingwei sword that had been silent for a thousand years, like a flash of lightning, cut through the void and hovered directly in front of Qi Mo.

The mysterious and profound Chaos Dao patterns entwined upon the ancient sword resonated with the purple-gold Nascent Soul within Qi Mo, creating a powerful resonance. For a moment, the spiritual energy of the entire Taixu Mountain surged wildly, swirling endlessly around the two.

And the next second, the "Three Realms Mysterious Monument" that had been hidden under the high platform seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power and slowly emerged in the palace.

The stele was simple and heavy, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. Driven by the resonant power, the Nascent Soul within Qi Mo's body actually controlled the Qingwei Ancient Sword and meticulously carved a new inscription on the Tongxuan Stele.

[Hunyuan Wuji? Half a step ahead of heaven]

"So that's how it is..." Taoist Xuanxiao's face lit up with an unusual excitement. His eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had uncovered a shocking secret that could rewrite the world. "Qingwei Tianzun only said he left behind an ancient sword capable of destroying the Primordial Chaos. I never thought it would actually be the third path to heaven!"

A look of determination flashed in Taoist Xuanxiao's eyes, and he leaped high into the air with lightning speed. He raised his hand like a knife, precisely splitting the hidden compartment behind the platform and pulling out a sword seal that glowed faintly with blood.

The sword seal felt warm to the touch, and the runes on it flickered and pulsed as if alive. "From today on, you will be the ninth generation heir of this Qingwei Ancient Sword."

Seeing this, Qi Mo's expression instantly became extremely solemn. He knelt on his knees with a "thump", clasped his hands together, and bowed very low, saying respectfully:

"Thank you for your kindness, senior, for giving me this important task of inheritance. Qi Mo will definitely live up to your expectations. Today I am fortunate to receive your teaching. Qi Mo is willing to become your disciple. I sincerely ask for your approval." After saying this, he touched the ground with his forehead and performed a standard apprenticeship ceremony.

Taoist Xuan Xiao looked at Qi Mo, who was sincere in front of him, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He nodded slightly and said, "Get up. From now on, you will be my third closed disciple."

Even though he knew that their relationship as master and disciple would not last long, he was still very satisfied with this disciple.

As if it understood the conversation between Taoist Xuanxiao and Qi Mo about becoming his disciple, the Qingwei ancient sword that had been floating beside him trembled slightly, and then slowly approached Qi Mo.