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

Chapter 488 The Watchful Eyes of Heaven

Its sword body swayed slightly, as if it patted Qi Mo's crown with some arrogance. Then, it picked up the teapot and teacup on the tea table not far away, placed the things in front of Qi Mo, and then floated motionlessly beside him.

Qi Mo understood what he meant, and looked at the ancient sword placed half a meter away from him with amusement. He poured a cup of tea at the right time, bent down and handed the tea to Taoist Xuanxiao with both hands.

After Taoist Xuanxiao finished drinking the warm tea in the cup with a smile, the ancient sword slowly fell into Qi Mo's hands with a bit of intimacy and trust.

And at the moment Qi Mo grasped the ancient sword, a strange scene unfolded before his eyes—

Nine faint shadows slowly swirled along the blades. The faces of the first eight sword-wielders were blurred, but the powerful aura and tragic spirit emanating from their bodies were like a surging tide, rushing towards them.

But Qi Mo could clearly sense that they had all perished under the terrifying might of the ninth heavenly tribulation, their souls scattering. And the last figure, dressed in a green robe, had a cold and resolute expression.

At the last moment of his death, he resolutely stabbed the ancient sword into his Nascent Soul, as if he wanted to leave something for future generations in a decisive way.

"This path is a hundred times more dangerous than the immortal scroll bestowed by heaven." The voice of Taoist Xuan Xiao seemed to float from the distant sky, ethereal and unreal. "But if you can find the opportunity and complete the salvage cycle of reincarnation, perhaps you can..."

Before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly changed. He keenly sensed that the once clear sky above the Nine Heavens had suddenly changed color. A thick, blood-red thundercloud rolled in, like a sea of ​​blood, dyeing the entire sky a terrifying red.

Lightning flashed within the blood-red cloud, hinting at a terrifying force brewing that could destroy the world. At the same time, Taoist Xuanxiao sensed a cold, commanding gaze, piercing through the layers of mist from high above, falling directly upon Qi Mo.

It seemed like... it was the gaze of heaven, carrying endless oppression and scrutiny.

Taoist Xuanxiao sighed helplessly, raised his hand and waved it gently. A gentle yet powerful force enveloped him and Qi Mo. In an instant, the two appeared at the top of Taixu Mountain.

At this moment, a fierce wind howled, making their clothes rustle. "The Heavenly Dao... has noticed you," Taoist Xuanxiao said solemnly, gazing at the blood-red thunderclouds that filled the sky.

But the black-robed youth before him showed no fear at all. His brows were fixed, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he held the ancient Qingwei sword in his hand horizontally, pointing it towards the sky.

Wherever the sword passed, the void seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The thousand jade steps leading to the mountaintop were instantly reduced to dust and dissipated into nothingness under the powerful sword energy emitted by the ancient sword.

Taoist Xuan Xiao stared at Qi Mo with his eyes wide open. He clearly saw the purple-gold Nascent Soul in Qi Mo's body slowly stretching out under the illumination of the lightning, as if absorbing the power of heaven and earth.

Behind Qi Mo, the shadow of an ancient bronze lamp exuding an ancient atmosphere was slowly emerging.

This is the ancient bronze lamp that belongs only to Taixu Mountain. Taoist Xuanxiao knows very well that after Qi Mo's consciousness is successfully connected with the Qingwei Ancient Sword, one of the ancient bronze lamps will light up every time he breaks through and is promoted to a higher level.

Now, the shadow of the ninth ancient bronze lamp has emerged. Could it be that... Qi Mo is about to break through to the upper realm?

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This was a thrilling yet silent contest. Although there was no sound of swords clashing, undercurrents were surging everywhere. Its intensity far exceeded any battle with swords and sabers.

Above the nine heavens, thick thunderclouds were like surging black waves, piling up layer upon layer and surging wildly.

The thunderstorm was brewing quietly in the clouds, accumulating terrifying destructive power. Lightning flashed in and out deep in the clouds, like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, spying on its prey below, but it was slow to strike down.

At the summit of Mount Taixu, a fierce wind howled, as if sweeping everything in the world into the endless void. Qi Mo's robes rustled and fluttered in the wind.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were firm and fearless, and he faced the cold and unfriendly gaze in the clouds with force.

The Qingwei ancient sword in his hand seemed to be in tune with Qi Mo's mind, feeling the endless fighting spirit in his master's heart. The sword body trembled slightly, emitting a faint light that contained powerful power, as if declaring its existence and indomitable spirit to the sky.

As time went by, the purple-gold Nascent Soul behind Qi Mo became more and more solid. The rich spiritual energy slowly swirled around it like a materialized stream of water, gradually condensing into a entity similar to Qi Mo's body shape.

At the same time, the ninth ancient bronze lamp gradually became real from illusory, and its outline became clearer and clearer.

A sharp and powerful gaze suddenly shot out from the ancient lamp, like an invisible arrow, directly facing the cold Eye of Heaven above the nine heavens.

In an instant, there seemed to be an invisible force colliding violently between heaven and earth, as if two peerless powerful men were engaged in a silent confrontation.

Then, a faint cold snort came from above the nine heavens, as if it came from the distant sky, and seemed to be whispering in the ear.

Following this cold snort, the terrifying thunder in the sky retreated as quickly as the tide, disappearing among the thick clouds, leaving only a temporarily calm sky.

And in this extremely tense atmosphere, Qi Mo suddenly heard two completely different voices from the depths of his consciousness.

"He shouldn't exist in this world." The voice was crisp and youthful, with a calm tone. There was no emotional fluctuation in it, but it seemed to carry an unquestionable determination, like a frosty blade in the cold night, cold and sharp.

"Since you exist, it is normal for him to exist." Another voice sounded, steady and powerful, like the ringing of a huge bell. Every word seemed to contain endless wisdom and insight into the truth of the world, as if stating an irrefutable fact.

"In that case, let's wait and see..." The young voice came again, with a hint of expectation and provocation in the words.

"To win by half a step against heaven is also to win..." A steady voice responded, with a long tail tone, as if it contained a far-reaching vision for the future, and seemed to hint at some mysterious and unknowable ending.

The conversation between the two voices came to an abrupt halt, like a meteor flashing in the night sky, fleeting. Qi Mo keenly caught a familiar aura from this sudden and inexplicable conversation.

His heart suddenly shook. Weren't these two voices the same ones that occasionally echoed in his mind and made him feel confused during his cultivation?

But now, the sound disappeared completely, leaving no clues. Even though Qi Mo was full of doubts, he had no way to find the source and owner of the sound.

Taoist Xuan Xiao watched Qi Mo's every move from beginning to end. Especially the ninth ancient bronze lamp behind Qi Mo, which at this moment...