If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The three-zhang-tall metal puppet moved.

It wasn't as bulky as I had imagined.

It vanished from the spot in an instant.

The deafening roar of the air being torn apart still echoed in my ears.

A giant metal hand, capable of crushing mountain rocks, appeared above Ye Changfeng's head.

The terrifying wind pressure directly caused the ground to collapse three inches.

The rocks exploded.

Ye Changfeng instinctively parried with his sword.

"clang--!"

A deafening metallic clanging sound.

He was blasted away like a cannonball.

It crashed heavily into the rock wall behind it.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

"cough……"

Ye Changfeng coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble.

Arms are numb.

The tiger's mouth split open.

Fresh blood dripped down the hilt of the sword.

The puppet gave him no chance to breathe.

His arms transformed into two enormous chainsaw swords.

They wielded their swords to form an impenetrable net.

"Buzzing—"

The ear-piercing sound of cutting.

This is not just brute force.

Each of the puppet's strikes contained a kind of ancient and domineering heavy sword intent.

Ye Changfeng could only rely on his agility to dodge in a disheveled manner.

Flash left.

Avoid to the right.

Bow down.

roll.

His coarse cloth robe was torn in several places in the blink of an eye.

The situation was fraught with danger.

"This thing..."

Ye Changfeng's pupils contracted slightly.

He attempted to use his speed to flank and ambush from behind.

Step on the ground.

His figure vanished like a ghost.

But in the next instant, they were horrified to discover...

A red electronic eye opened on the back of the puppet.

That's the psionic core.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The puppet's mechanisms were fully activated.

Countless fine steel needles, as thin as cow hair, are fired from every 360 degrees without any blind spots.

All opportunities for dodging have been blocked.

"Oh no!"

Ye Changfeng was greatly alarmed.

This is no ordinary gatekeeper puppet.

This is a war machine designed to kill sword cultivators!

"not good!"

The old man's voice inside the ring also became solemn.

"This is the ancient 'Immortal Slaying Guard'!"

Even if it's broken.

"You can't handle this in your current state!"

A shower of steel needles fell from the sky.

Ye Changfeng gritted his teeth.

He swung his rusty sword repeatedly.

"Ding ding ding—"

Sparks flew everywhere.

But there are too many.

Several steel needles still managed to penetrate the defenses.

It pierced the shoulder.

thigh.

Blood spurted out.

"Tsk."

Ye Changfeng let out a muffled groan.

He staggered backward.

The puppet wouldn't give up.

The massive chainsaw sword slashed down again.

This time.

Ye Changfeng did not take the hit head-on.

He slipped and stumbled.

He slid along the blade.

They avoided the most dangerous situations.

"fool!"

The old man inside the ring roared.

"Don't look!"

"It's an inanimate object."

"No heartbeat."

"But it has an 'axis'!"

Everything has a core.

"Listen to the sound of its gears with your sword heart!"

Ye Changfeng was taken aback.

Then he closed his eyes.

The world was plunged into darkness.

But the sounds around me became incredibly clear.

"Click, click..."

That's the sound of gears turning.

"Buzzing..."

That was the sound of spiritual energy circulating.

"Sizzle..."

That's the sound of joints rubbing together.

Ye Changfeng's breathing gradually became steady.

He stopped looking.

Instead, listen.

The puppet swung its sword again.

Ye Changfeng swayed slightly.

Like fish swimming through a downpour.

They narrowly avoided all the fatal attacks.

He stopped running away.

Instead, they began to weave in during the gaps in the puppet's attacks.

"The gear on the left shoulder slowed down by three breaths..."

"There are rust marks on my knee joints..."

"The hydraulic rod on the right arm has a crack..."

Ye Changfeng rapidly constructed a diagram of the puppet's internal structure in his mind.

He kept striking the puppet's heavy sword with the iron sword in his hand.

It's not about fighting head-on.

It was to hear the echo.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

Every collision.

They are all collecting information.

The puppet seemed to be enraged by the "fly".

His eyes glowed bright red.

His chest split open.

It began to coalesce into a terrifying dark red energy cannon.

"Buzz—"

The air itself is distorted.

That oppressive aura.

It is enough to kill a cultivator in the late stage of Core Formation.

"Now!"

The old man with the ring roared.

"The moment the energy cannon in the chest is about to fire."

"That's when its defense is both strongest and weakest!"

"All the spiritual energy in my body is converging towards my chest."

"A brief vacuum will appear in the spiritual energy shield at the neck connection!"

"It was a slit only as thin as a cicada's wing."

"And it's fleeting!"

Ye Changfeng did not back down.

Instead, they charged straight at the energy cannon that was about to erupt.

"Are you crazy?!"

If there were any bystanders here.

They would definitely think he was courting death.

The red light grew brighter and brighter.

The entire sword mound has been illuminated.

Ye Changfeng's figure appeared incredibly small in the red light.

But his eyes.

Yet they remained steadfast.

"Sword Two".

"Breaking water."

He swung the rusty sword in his hand.

This sword strike lacked any earth-shattering momentum.

Only extreme speed and accuracy.

Time stood still.

The terrifying energy cannon went out at the tip of Ye Changfeng's nose.

The giant puppet moved stiffly.

Then.

A huge metal head slowly slid down.

"boom--!"

It crashed to the ground.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

"Click, click..."

The headless puppet's body began to disintegrate.

It eventually collapsed with a crash.

A cloud of dust rose into the air.

Ye Changfeng landed.

Kneel on one knee.

He was panting heavily.

He was covered in blood.

The spiritual energy was almost exhausted.

But he won.

"Good lad."

The old man's voice inside the ring was filled with satisfaction.

"This sword."

"It's about 30% of my strength back then."

Ye Changfeng remained silent.

He simply stood up slowly.

As the puppet fell.

An ancient-looking sword case slowly rose from the stone platform behind him.

The sword case is entirely black.

It was covered with runes that I couldn't understand.

Ye Changfeng forced his exhausted body to walk over.

He reached out and opened the sword case.

What lies inside is not some divine weapon or magical artifact.

Instead, it was a broken sword covered in rust, only half of it remaining.

The blade is pitted and uneven.

It's not even as good as a butcher's knife in the mortal world.

"this……"

Ye Changfeng was stunned.

He fought desperately.

And this is all the junk I got in return?

"Don't rush."

The old man's voice inside the ring suddenly became serious.

"Pick it up."

Ye Changfeng hesitated for a moment.

He reached out and grasped the broken sword.

The instant his fingers touched the hilt of the sword.

A desolate and ancient emotion instantly washed over his mind.

That was endless loneliness.

That was eternal desolation.

It was a sword.

It is waiting for its owner.

We've waited a thousand years.

Ten thousand years.

"Buzz—"

The rusty iron sword in his hand suddenly trembled.

The thick layers of rust did not fall off.

But in Ye Changfeng's perception.

The sword intent contained within this broken sword.

It was purer than any divine weapon he had ever seen.

"this……"

The old man inside the ring gasped.

His voice trembled.

"Is this the sword that person used back then?"

"Although it's broken."

"But this is the embryo of a 'Slaying Immortal'!"

"Long Wind".

"You've got a really good chance this time!"

Ye Changfeng gripped the broken sword tightly.

Feel the sword intent within.

A smile appeared on his lips.

"Master."

"This sword."

"What's your name?"

"name?"

The old man remained silent for a moment.

"It was originally called 'Dawn'."

"But after it's broken."

"Nobody remembers it."

"but……"

"Since it has chosen you."

"Then you can give it a new name."

Ye Changfeng looked at the broken sword in his hand.

Think for a moment.

"Then let's call it..."

"Return to dust".

"Ten thousand swords return to dust."

"A good name."

The old man smiled.

"Let's go."

"There are deeper parts to this sword tomb."

"There……"

"That is where the true inheritance lies."

Ye Changfeng nodded.

He put the broken sword back into its sheath.

He turned and walked deeper into the Sword Tomb.

And shortly after he left.

At the entrance to the Sword Tomb.

Luo Yun, who was sentenced to death.

I finally mustered up the courage.

He was accompanied by his only two remaining junior brothers.

They stepped into the "Gate of Life" on the left.

then.

He never came out again.