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Chapter 68: Sword Tomb Opportunity for Everyone

Everyone looked at the Qiluan Sword in Jiang Qingwu's hand, their eyes filled with amazement and envy.

Within this enigmatic sword tomb, the Qiluan Sword shone like a dazzling ray of light, instantly illuminating the path for all. It seemed to rule over the tomb, emanating an awe-inspiring aura. The blade shimmered with a mysterious luster, and the phoenix carving on the hilt was lifelike, as if ready to take flight and soar into the sky at any moment.

"Junior Master, this Qiluan Sword is truly formidable!" Feng Ci exclaimed excitedly, his eyes fixed on the sword in Jiang Qingwu's hand, his gaze filled with blazing desire and yearning. "With this sword, you will be able to move freely in the demonic tides."

As he spoke, he danced with joy, as if he had already seen Jiang Qingwu holding a peerless sword, looking majestic in the world of cultivation. His face was flushed with excitement, like a fool who saw his idol.

Jiang Qingwu shook his head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his cold face. That smile was like a ray of warm sunshine in winter. Although it was not warm, it was enough to warm people's hearts.

She said softly, "Don't talk nonsense. Although the sword is powerful, we still need to work hard to practice and not rely on external things."

Her voice was gentle yet firm, like the gurgling of water, soft yet imbued with boundless power, leaving one captivated. Her eyes revealed a calmness and wisdom, as if she could see through everything, making it impossible for anyone to slack off in her presence.

Feng Jingchen nodded in agreement and gently waved the cold jade fan in his hand. The patterns on the fan were faintly visible in the dim light, like mysterious runes, adding a bit of elegance to him.

He said gently, "Junior Master, what you said is absolutely true. However, this Qiluan Sword is indeed a rare opportunity. Now that Junior Master has obtained the Qiluan Sword and the key points of this sword tomb are under our control, why don't we go back to the place where the Ten Thousand Swords were chasing us and see if we can choose a spiritual sword that suits us."

His eyes flickered with anticipation and caution. After all, in this sword tomb filled with mystery and danger, any opportunity carried with it unknown risks. His posture was upright, like a pine tree, steady and reliable, worthy of the title of the 100th generation Grand Disciple of the Wuliang Sect.

Everyone was also envious of the pile of swords and nodded in agreement.

So they carefully returned to the place where they had once fled in a panic.

They thought they would be chased by thousands of swords again, but unexpectedly, those swords that were originally attacking them madly suddenly became quiet after feeling the Qiluan Sword in Jiang Qingwu's hand, as if they were suppressed by a mysterious and powerful force. They stood still obediently, no longer restless, and looked like they were ready to be picked.

There was a tense and mysterious atmosphere in the air, and everyone could see that these swords were silently submitting to the Qiluan Sword.

Lin Muci looked at the swords around him curiously, with excitement flashing in his eyes. The light was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, bright and full of vitality.

She said excitedly: "Wow, these swords are not resisting now. Junior Master, your Qiluan Sword is so powerful!" Her face was filled with a joyful smile, like a blooming flower, beautiful and moving.

Lin Muci's eyes were rolling around, and that lively and smart look made Jiang Qingwu's heart ripple with emotion. She sighed that she was indeed a kitten...

Jiang Qingwu looked at everyone, her eyes gently sweeping over each person, making people feel a kind of meticulous care. She said softly, "Everyone, choose carefully and don't be reckless."

Her voice was full of concern and caution, like a careful elder, always reminding everyone to pay attention to safety, but if you look closely you can hear that her voice was deliberately suppressed.

Everyone began carefully selecting their favorite spiritual swords. Feng Ci impatiently rushed towards a sword emitting a blue light and reached out to grasp the hilt.

The sword trembled slightly, as if resisting, but soon it compromised as if accepting its fate and soon calmed down.

Feng Ci excitedly waved the sword in his hand and said loudly: "Haha, this sword is good, I like it!"

His face was filled with a satisfied smile, as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

The blue sword gleamed in his hand, complementing his lively temperament, as if it were tailor-made for him.

Su Chen silently walked to a black sword and gently touched the hilt. The sword did not resist at all, as if waiting for his choice.

Su Chen nodded slightly, holding the sword in his hand, his eyes revealing a hint of satisfaction. His eyes were firm and steady, like a deep lake, without any ripples, as if all this was within his expectations.

The black sword exuded a restrained aura, which was very consistent with Su Chen's calm and taciturn personality, as if there was an invisible tacit understanding between them.

Mo Yunsheng weaved through the numerous spirit swords, finally stopping in front of a sword emitting a pink glow. She reached out and grasped the hilt, a bright smile on her face, a smile as warm and bright as the spring sunshine.

"This sword is so beautiful, I choose it." She said happily, with a gleam of joy in her eyes, as if this sword was the gift she had always dreamed of.

The pink sword has a light body and a sparkling gem inlaid on the hilt, like an exquisite work of art, which complements Mo Yunsheng's lively and cheerful personality.

Lin Muci also chose a white sword. The blade radiated a soft glow, which matched her temperament perfectly. She said happily, "This sword seems to suit me perfectly. Mufeng Sword? The name is similar to mine."

Her smile was sweet and innocent, like the morning dew, crystal clear, making people love her. The white sword was as pure as her heart, as if it could resonate with her soul.

Everyone chose their favorite spiritual sword, but Zhongli Xiu stood aside, watching everyone choose, but did not take any action.

"Third senior brother, why don't you choose?" Lin Muci asked curiously, her eyes wide open, full of confusion.

Zhongli Xiu scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, a helpless look on his face: "I won't choose. I just put in a lot of effort to coax Yinying Xiaoyuan Sword. If I choose another one, it will be angry again."

His words were filled with a mixture of fondness and helplessness for his natal sword, as if he were treating a wayward child. His eyes revealed a hint of reluctance, yet he stood firmly in place, tightly gripping the Yinying Xiaoyuan Sword in his hand, as if to express his feelings to it.

At this time, Sang Wan also came over and said with a smile: "I won't participate in the selection. I have my own weapons, and these swords are not particularly suitable for me."

Her smile held a hint of confidence and composure, and her eyes revealed a unique depth that was difficult to fathom. Her gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Lin Muci, a subtle flash of concern in her eyes.

After everyone had chosen their spirit swords, their hearts were filled with joy. Looking at the swords in their hands, they seemed to see hope for the future, a hope that, like bright stars, illuminated their path forward. The spirit swords shone in their hands, as if telling their own stories. The journey ahead would be a journey of mutual companionship between the two new partners.

Just as everyone was immersed in joy, the Qiluan Sword in Jiang Qingwu's hand suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a soft light. That light was like a gentle breeze, gently brushing against everyone's faces, making people feel warm and comfortable.

The light seemed to hold a mysterious power, drawing everyone's attention. Like an invisible bond, it tightly connected them, as if telling them that their destinies would be intertwined from now on.

"Junior Master, is this Qiluan Sword guiding us?" Lin Muci asked curiously, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, like a child brimming with curiosity. She leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to get closer to the Qiluan Sword and explore its mysteries.

Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She stared at the light emitted by the Qiluan Sword, as if exploring the mystery within. "Perhaps. Let's follow the guidance of the Qiluan Sword and see where it will lead us."

Her voice was filled with anticipation and curiosity, as if she were about to embark on a mysterious adventure. She unconsciously took a step forward, tightly gripping the Qiluan Sword in her hand, as if engaging in some kind of silent communication with it.

Following the guidance of the Qiluan Sword, everyone slowly moved forward. Along the way, they discovered that the scene in the sword tomb seemed to be constantly changing, as if a mysterious force was manipulating everything.

Strange lights flickered on the surrounding walls, like flowing water, ever-changing and dazzling. Runes on the ground also flickered from time to time, as if telling an ancient story. Every flicker of light, every pulsation of a rune, seemed to reveal the mysterious history of this sword tomb.

Finally, they came to a place where there was a glittering portal. The portal was tall and majestic, with exquisite patterns carved on it. Those patterns seemed to be ancient runes, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

The light around the portal was like a bright star, illuminating the entire space, making people feel as if they were in a dreamlike world. The light was so dazzling that it seemed like a passage to another world, full of unknown temptations.

"Wow, we're finally out!" Feng Ci shouted excitedly, his voice echoing in the empty space, filled with joy and excitement. His face was filled with a triumphant smile, as if they had just accomplished a great feat.

Everyone looked around and found that they were in the same place where they had entered the sword tomb before. However, they felt something strange.

"Huh? The flow of time here seems different from inside the Sword Tomb." Mo Yunsheng said in surprise, her eyes wide open, filled with confusion and surprise. Her brows furrowed slightly as she tried to understand the mystery.

Feng Jingchen frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Indeed. We spent five or six days inside the sword tomb, but only a few hours passed outside. This sword tomb is indeed full of mysteries."

His voice was filled with emotion and awe, as if he had a deeper understanding of the mysterious power of this sword tomb. He glanced around, trying to find some clues to solve this mystery of time.

Jiang Qingwu looked at everyone and said softly, "Now that we're out, let's not waste any more time. Let's hurry back to the Dragon Clan's territory to avoid any further mishaps that would keep the Dragon Clan elders waiting."

Her voice was filled with worry and caution. After all, in this dangerous world, any accident could happen at any time. Her eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, urging everyone to act quickly.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They quickened their pace, heading towards the dragon clan's territory. Sang Wan followed silently along the way. Her gaze frequently fell on Lin Muci, revealing concern and worry.

Since entering the Sword Tomb, Sang Wan's attitude towards everyone has become more positive. She can sense that these people are trustworthy partners. She feels that Lin Muci is pure and kind, like a blank slate. Good partners must support and tolerate each other in order to go further.

Everyone was full of anticipation as they journeyed forward. They didn't know what kind of bad news they would face upon returning to the Dragon Tribe's territory, but they believed that as long as they worked together, they would be able to overcome any challenge.

Their steps were firm and powerful, like the surging river, moving forward without hesitation. Along the way, their figures appeared particularly resolute in the sunlight, as if they were a group of fearless warriors about to embark on a new journey.

As they advanced, the scenery around them kept changing. They passed through a dense forest, where the trees were towering and lush, and the sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, creating patches of light that looked like a dreamlike scene.

The birds sang happily on the branches, as if cheering for their return. The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if playing a beautiful music for them.

They crossed a clear river, the water was so clear that you could see the bottom, fish were swimming freely in the water, the surface of the river was sparkling, it was a beautiful sight. The sound of the gurgling river was like the music of nature, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"We're almost there, my home is just ahead." Zhong Lixiu hurried along leisurely with his hands on his head, looking at the increasingly familiar scene, reminding everyone that the journey was almost over.

Finally, they saw the outline of the dragon's territory. It was a magnificent complex, towering walls rising in the distance, flags fluttering on them, as if displaying the dragon's majesty to the world. The golden roof shone in the sun, like a mysterious palace, a scene that drew awe.

"We're finally here! I can finally take a good rest." Lin Muci said excitedly, a happy smile on her face and a glint of anticipation in her eyes. She also quickened her pace.

After exchanging glances, everyone quickened their pace, heading towards the dragon clan's territory. Their hearts were filled with confidence, ready to embrace new challenges at any time.