Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

In the blink of an eye, Jiuyou and Jiang Feng had been together for several hours.

The two arrived at a massive, collapsed palace. A broken stone statue holding a sword stood before the entrance, while another statue, completely collapsed, lay amidst the rubble. One could still vaguely glimpse the former glory of this ancient sect...

There was a cave on the ground that led straight into the depths.

"go!"

Jiuyou and Jiang Feng exchanged a glance and carefully walked inside.

The deeper they went, the more eerie fog suddenly appeared all around them, growing thicker and thicker, almost solid.

Amidst the churning miasma, a faint, teeth-grinding grinding sound could be heard...

Suddenly, several dark, sharp claws emerged from the fog—thin, withered, like corpses that had been dried up for countless years, with sharp, hook-like nails that exuded a chilling aura, and they reached out to grab the two of them!

"careful!"

With a low shout, Jiuyou's blood and qi surged, shaking off the first few sharp claws that pounced at him, producing a crisp sound like metal clashing.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice:

"The mist demons are at least at the first-order perfect stage, and most of them are at the second order, with strength comparable to Foundation Establishment cultivators."

Jiang Feng, holding his longsword, nodded solemnly in response:

"It seems this is their true lair. Those on the outskirts of the Black Miasma Forest are just scattered remnants..."

Jiang Feng looked around and saw the eerie mist churning, with countless dark figures appearing and disappearing within it. He couldn't help but sigh:

"The core area of ​​the entire ruins has probably already been completely occupied by these mist demons."

Jiuyou nodded:

"The entire palace ruins have been transformed into a lair by the Mist Demon. The passageways are interconnected and incredibly complex, and the eerie mist obstructs our vision and divine sense. We'll have to rely on your Insightful Golden Eyes."

Jiang Feng naturally understood. He saw golden light flashing in his eyes, and his Golden Eyes of Truth were already quietly activated.

After advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage, his golden eyes became much more powerful, allowing him to faintly pierce through the eerie mist, clearly pinpoint the elusive location of the mist demons, and even discern the intricate paths within the mist.

"Senior, there are two lurking three zhang to the left front."

The passage on the right is blocked, but the fog is thinner directly ahead, suggesting there might be a path to follow!

Jiang Feng quickly whispered to himself, secretly feeling fortunate.

If it weren't for the presence of the senior, with his initial Foundation Establishment cultivation, venturing into this dragon's den alone would have been a certain death.

Upon hearing this, Jiuyou nodded slightly, feeling a sense of relief.

Although he was strong in combat, his spiritual sense was a weakness. Xiao Yi had fallen into a deep sleep. In this eerie fog that could isolate perception, he was like a blind man touching an elephant, possessing power but unable to use it effectively.

With Jiang Feng's golden eyes, which could see through illusions and delusion, the process became much smoother.

"Stay close to me, I'll show you the way."

His words were concise and to the point, his entire body surging with energy, becoming Jiang Feng's strongest shield.

The interior of this lair was like a giant maze, with crisscrossing passages and deep claw marks on the rock walls. The cold, damp air was filled with the smell of decay and blood.

Along the way, Jiuyou and Jiang Feng frequently saw scattered bones and broken fragments of magical artifacts, indicating that many pioneers had perished here.

.........

"Someone else is here." Jiang Feng's golden eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice.

From the side and behind, the mist surged, and another group of cultivators rushed out in a disheveled state. There were about three of them, and each of them was injured.

They were startled when they saw Jiuyou and Jiang Feng, then became highly vigilant, gripping their magical artifacts tightly, and slowly moved to the other side, quickly disappearing into the mist...

"do not mind."

Jiuyou snorted coldly, not caring at all.

In such a dangerous place, human nature can sometimes be more terrifying than demons, and he had long been used to it.

Not long ago, they stumbled upon another Foundation Establishment cultivator team in the fog, attempting to kill and rob them of their treasures.

Unfortunately, he was killed by Jiuyou with a wave of his hand!

As for those who don't provoke you, Jiuyou usually can't be bothered with them...

Before long, guided by Jiang Feng, the two entered an unusually spacious cave.

The eerie mist inside the cave had mysteriously thinned considerably, and a sharp, murderous aura of metal, seemingly capable of cutting through the skin, rushed towards us.

"This place... seems to be... a sword tomb?"

Jiang Feng lowered his voice, his tone tinged with surprise and doubt.

His discerning golden eyes swept across the cave, revealing a ground densely covered with all sorts of ancient swords—

Greatswords, rapiers, broken swords, shattered blades, and even dull sword pellets...

Most of them were badly rusted, yet they were shrouded in an invisible sense of sorrow and sharpness.

However, the several powerful dark figures near the Sword Tomb could not be ignored.

"It's actually a late-stage second-tier mist demon!!" Jiang Feng exclaimed in surprise.

Almost simultaneously, commotion arose from several other connecting passageways, as several groups of people stormed into the area. The leaders possessed formidable auras, all being late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators!

As soon as they entered, they discovered that the eerie fog was so thin that the entire scene was almost visible.

When their gazes fell upon the deepest part of the sword tomb, everyone's breathing became heavy in an instant, and their eyes instantly filled with greed and bloodshot veins—

Those were seven strange spiritual herbs, their entire bodies emerald green and their shapes resembling sharp swords.

Its shape resembles a long sword pointing to the sky, with two broad green leaves spread out symmetrically below, close to the ground, resembling a sword guard.

One stem in the middle shoots straight up into the sky!

Straight as a ruler, it gradually becomes sharper as it rises, until at the top a three-inch transparent blade condenses, distorting the air.

Even more astonishingly, within a three-zhang radius around them, invisible sword energy spontaneously intertwined and crisscrossed, forming a deadly domain that cut countless deep marks into the rocks on the ground!

"Sword Spirit Grass!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"It's actually Sword Spirit Grass!! My God!"

"There are still seven plants!"

Exclamations and heavy breathing echoed through the cave.

Jiang Feng didn't recognize it and immediately asked in a low voice, "Sword Spirit Grass? What kind of spiritual herb is that?"

Jiuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling that his original body had read relevant texts, and explained calmly:

"Not a miraculous medicine - The 'Hundred Collections of Sword Forging' records: Sword Spirit Grass grows in places of war and evil energy, absorbs the essence of gold, is shaped like a sharp sword, and has its own sword energy domain."

If taken for weapon forging, it could become a natal flying sword, its strike possessing the might of a dragon's roar, capable of severing all evil and unstoppable by gods and demons... It is a supreme treasure, a sword embryo born of nature!

Seven Sword Spirit Grasses!

That's enough to drive any sword cultivator mad!

Even if you're not a sword cultivator, you can sell them for a huge amount of spirit stones!

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng looked at the seven Sword Spirit Grasses with burning desire.

He himself is a sword cultivator, and his Golden Eyes of Illusion can help him see through the weaknesses of his enemies, but he has always been troubled by not having a suitable sword-shaped weapon.

If he could obtain a Sword Spirit Grass and refine it into his natal magic weapon, his strength would definitely increase greatly...

However, snatching a single Sword Spirit Grass from among so many powerful individuals is incredibly difficult! Extremely difficult!