Ninth-level fairy

"Master Changqingzi, can you see my realm?" Du Fang was a little surprised.

Chang Qingzi's eyes were a little green as he glanced at him and said calmly, "You've been stuck in the Second Realm for seven years without making any progress. All these years have been wasted. The useful body of an immortal spirit has been wasted on you!"

Du Fang scratched his head in embarrassment. Could he blame himself for this?

Every year, the quota for the sword-fighting competition is blocked and I can’t get in. What should I do without any martial arts skills?

Chang Qingzi turned to look at Li Qingshuang: "Is Lingxiao Sword Sect okay?"

"That's not good, otherwise my junior brother and I wouldn't have been sent in at such a low level!"

"What's the meaning!"

Li Qingshuang hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "Bai Zhi, the seventh-level sword cultivator from the Longyuan Sword Sect, almost wiped out over two thousand of our Lingxiao disciples, leaving only less than seven hundred remaining, all of whom are low-level cultivators of the first or second level. Master..."

She did not continue.

Chang Qingzi's originally dignified and calm face suddenly flashed with a strange look: "A seventh-level swordsman can destroy our Lingxiao?"

Du Fang smiled bitterly: "Grandmaster, you didn't expect that the headmaster of Lingxiao is only at the sixth level. Since you entered Jianmen, each generation has been inferior to the previous one."

"Are you so useless now?" Chang Qingzi's face was very long and he looked in a bad mood.

Suddenly, he said indignantly, "They are all a bunch of trash. Back then, reaching the seventh level was considered entry-level, and it was recognized by heaven and earth. I have hundreds of experts in the seventh level of Lingxiao, but in just over a hundred years, they have fallen to this state!"

Du Fang asked the question that he was most concerned about:

"Master Changqingzi, how long have you been here?"

"One hundred... seventy-one years, that should be the number. They're all dead. It's been so long, I can't even remember how long it's been. Time is so useless to me here!"

"Everything is dead?" Du Fang was surprised.

"Those who entered Jianmen together back then were at most those at the peak of the Seventh Realm. Lingxiao had six at the Eighth Realm, eleven at the Seventh Realm, and there were also great masters from other sects. Throughout Jiuzhou, there were many experts at the pinnacle of their power, a total of thirty-one people. Now, I'm the only one left!"

Chang Qingzi sighed deeply, and Du Fang and Li Qingshuang thought at the same time that it seemed that the records in the ancient books were not accurate.

There are also top-notch experts from other sects in this Sword Sect.

Li Qingshuang asked, "How could such a powerful person die in here?"

Chang Qingzi didn't respond to this question, but suddenly asked Du Fang: "The ground dragon turned over tonight and split the spiritual black abyss again. It was the immortal power in you that triggered it, right?"

Du Fang nodded. This matter definitely could not be hidden from the ancestor in front of him.

"Within this Sword Gate, the Spiritual Abyss has only been opened three times. The first time was when our founder, Ling Xiaozi, entered the Sword Gate a thousand years ago. With the power of heaven and earth, he slashed open the Spiritual Abyss with a single sword strike. No one knows what he saw inside. He left the Sword Gate, leaving only a few notes before passing away..."

The two listened quietly. This was the sect's thousand-year-old secret. Even the head master might not know as much as this elder.

Chang Qingzi continued, "The notes mentioned that two hundred years ago, a powerful sword cultivator from one of the Nine Divine Continents had reached the pinnacle of the Ninth Realm. He declared that the Sword Gate contained a method to reach the pinnacle of the Ninth Realm, the ultimate leap, and the path to immortality. That's why they persuaded the then-master to open the Sword Gate after more than ten years of preparation."

"The strongest men in the world gathered together to try their luck in the Tomb of the Human Emperor. As a result, the Spirit Abyss was cut open for the second time. Those who could reach the top of the Eight Realms were all extremely talented. Of these thirty-one people, thirteen were in the Seventh Realm and could not go down, so they all stayed."

Du Fang immediately asked, "Grandmaster, were you also a Seventh Realm expert at that time? Did you stay and not go down?"

Chang Qingzi shook his head and said, "Back then, I was already at the eighth level, and it was the headmaster who asked me to stay and look after my junior sisters and brothers! What a pity..."

"Since you can't find it, why don't you go out?" Li Qingshuang asked with concern.

If Lingxiao has so many powerful people, why should it be afraid of a small sword sect like Longyuan? Even if it wants to conquer the Nine Continents, it will be just a matter of time.

I will definitely not be slaughtered like a stray dog ​​today.

Chang Qingzi smiled bitterly and said, "This world was created by the Human Emperor with his great magical power before his death. Without the strength of the peak of the Ninth Realm, how can one possibly escape? Do you think that I and those Seventh Realm cultivators don't want to?"

Du Fang hesitated and said, "At that time, our Lingxiao Sect Master gathered the world's top masters. Wasn't there someone who reached the ninth level among them? Why couldn't they get out?"

"Those people have gone down into the Lingyuan and never come back out!"

"Why don't you come up? Is it because you don't want to come up?"

Chang Qingzi chuckled, as if he thought the question was ridiculous, and asked:

"Do you want to go and take a look? The answers you want to know are there!"

Before the two could answer, a dark green Taoist diagram rose from Chang Qingzi's palm and turned into a Bagua diagram. On each point was a black dot shining like a star.

Du Fang was horrified. When the headmaster Xuan Ji was fighting with Bai Zhi, he had also used this green Taoist diagram. There were only six dots on it. It seemed that these dots represented the realm of cultivation.

This ancestor Changqingzi is indeed a top swordsman who has reached the eighth level.

The two were pulled onto the map.

Daotu immediately flew up, and its speed was much faster than their speed of flying swords.

In just a blink of an eye, Du Fang's Daotu had already flown over the peak of the snow-capped mountain and landed on the spiritual black abyss.

At this time, Lingyuan under the night sky was covered by a waterfall like flowing water. The waterfall was like clouds and kept bubbling like water.

Chang Qingzi pointed at the almost impenetrable white clouds and said calmly, "After we descend into this spiritual abyss, the power of heaven and earth will close again. Do you think human power can break through this abyss?"

Du Fang was still puzzled: "Master Ling Xiaozi is also a ninth-level expert, didn't he also come up?"

Chang Qingzi suddenly looked at him, his face full of tenderness.

"Because he received a prophecy from the Human Emperor's divine thought. This divine thought has traveled through thousands of years. The Human Emperor's divine thought wants to take one last look at the fairy flower before disappearing!"

As soon as the three words "Fairy Flower" were spoken, Du Fang's face was full of shock. Yes, if this goes on, everything makes sense.

Li Qingshuang suddenly asked, "So, Lingxiao's sect was founded thousands of years ago, ultimately, just to find a living immortal flower and bring it into this divine tomb?"

"Yes!" Chang Qingzi said very cautiously.

"Among the nine divine continents, only Lingxiao possesses the Daoist method for refining immortal spirits, because this Daoist secret was brought out from the Human Emperor's Tomb by the Lingxiao Patriarch. Other immortal spirits can only grow into Heaven and Earth Disaster Embryos on their own. Only immortal spirits refined by Lingxiao can be brought into Jianmen and into the Human Emperor's Tomb."

Chang Qingzi's face was full of relief:

"Although Sect Leader Xuanji's cultivation was useless, he finally accomplished the purpose of the Lingxiao Sword Sect in this life. He accomplished it so well that even in the afterlife, he wouldn't have to kneel down to see the founder."

"He is worthy of all our ancestors!"

Du Fang's heart suddenly became confused!

No wonder Uncle Xuanzhen had been tracking the whereabouts of Taoist Heixuan and followed him for eight or nine years. It was not until the green fetus was mature that he ordered himself to go down the mountain to get it. No wonder it took him decades to deliberately kill the living elders and conceal the truth from the Longyuan Sword Sect. No wonder Master Xuanji was unwilling to open the Sword Sect and even more unwilling to hand over the immortal spirit even though so many of his disciples died.