Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 74 Lord of the Primordial World, Inheritance of the Heavenly Blade!

Let's go hiking.

Lan He spoke calmly, and before he finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward.

boom!

In an instant, sword energy surged in from all directions like a tidal wave, carrying an extremely heavy pressure that enveloped him. The air here seemed to freeze, turning into invisible walls that blocked his way and pressed down on his shoulders.

However, Lanhe's journey did not stop.

A faint golden light quietly emanated from his body, the luster of his reborn golden body. Wherever the golden light passed, the sharp blade energy was completely blocked, unable to get even a fraction closer.

His speed increased rather than decreased; in a flash, he sped towards the mountaintop like an arrow released from a bow.

Seeing this, everyone else also activated their Yuan Power and followed suit.

As you look up, above the massive mountaintop, countless enormous blades transform into steps, stretching out layer upon layer. Each blade becomes a wide stone platform, stacked upon each other, extending upwards until it disappears into the thick clouds.

That is the mountain climbing route of Wanren Mountain.

As soon as everyone stepped onto the first stone platform, they saw a flash of light before their eyes, and several orbs of light appeared out of thin air and slowly drifted down.

Someone reached out and took it, immediately frowning slightly. It was a bottle of Pure Yuan Pills, a resource needed for cultivation at the Yuan Dan realm, and even those at the Creation Three Realms could use it for cultivation.

But for these Nirvana Realm cultivators, their value is extremely low.

Lan Ying took her share and pouted, "That's it?"

Lan He glanced at it indifferently, said nothing, and casually put the ball of light into his Qiankun bag.

Others also reaped rewards: some obtained a high-grade spiritual treasure, which, although ordinary, was better than nothing; some obtained a high-level talisman puppet, whose combat power was comparable to that of the Creation Realm; and some obtained a Creation Realm martial art, which, although not top-tier, was still a considerable fortune.

"These are all things used by those in the Three Realms of Creation."

Mo Leng weighed the Pure Yuan Pill in his hand, then looked at Lan He with a grin and said, "But Brother Lan, that senior just said that the higher the level, the better. This is only the first level; there will definitely be better stuff later!"

Lan He nodded slightly: "Continue."

The group perked up and continued climbing.

Second layer, third layer, fourth layer —

With each level ascended, new rewards were gained. Pills, spiritual treasures, talismans, and martial arts techniques, while still not top-tier, still brought considerable rewards to the group. Some began to get excited, their pace quickening.

However, the situation suddenly changed when they reached the tenth floor.

A sharp blade of light cleaved out from the depths of the stone platform, heading straight for the cultivator at the forefront!

The cultivator was terrified and hastily tried to defend himself, but was cleaved away by the blade and tumbled down the mountain with a scream.

With a flash of light, his figure disappeared, having been directly teleported out of Wanren Mountain!

Everyone was startled and stopped in their tracks.

In the center of the stone platform, a black figure had appeared out of nowhere. The figure was entirely black, and its arms were two long, gleaming swords. The swords bore the marks of time, yet their sharpness remained menacing.

"This is a sword puppet!"

Upon seeing this, Mo Leng's eyes lit up with surprise, and he almost jumped up: "The rumors are actually true! The Heavenly Blade Sect's sword puppets are ancient combat puppets created specifically for slaughter! The method of their creation has long been lost, but I never expected to find a complete one here!"

Lan Ying glanced at him and said irritably, "What are you so happy about? Didn't you see it just cleave one of your Divine Dynasty's cultivators flying?"

Mo Leng chuckled, rubbing his hands together, his eyes gleaming: "Miss Lan Ying, you may not know this, but although these sword puppets are ferocious, capturing a complete one alive would be more precious to the Mo family than any inheritance!"

He lowered his voice and explained mysteriously, "The method of crafting sword puppets was lost after ancient times. Now, in the entire Eastern Xuan Region, only the Myriad Puppet Sect still retains a fragmented inheritance. If we could obtain a few complete sword puppets to take back, our Mo family might be able to use them to research the long-lost crafting method!"

He looked at Lan He, his face plastered with a fawning smile: "Brother Lan, let's discuss something. If we collect a lot of sword puppets along the way, could you sell a few to our Divine Dynasty? The price is negotiable, and I'll definitely make sure Brother Lan is satisfied!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Ying raised an eyebrow and looked at Lan He.

Lan He pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

They seized a lot of spirit puppets from the Myriad Puppet Dynasty, and they couldn't use them all. If they could exchange the sword puppets for some resources, it would be a good deal.

"Sure," he said casually. "We'll discuss the price later."

Mo Leng immediately beamed: "Alright! Brother Lan is so generous!"

The group continued climbing.

Starting from the tenth level, each level is blocked by sword puppets. These sword puppets vary in strength; some are comparable to the First Nirvana Realm, some are comparable to the Second Nirvana Realm, and occasionally even powerful sword puppets at the Third Nirvana Realm level appear.

The group fought their way forward.

Each time a sword puppet is defeated, a ball of light appears—Nirvana Pills, Nirvana Hearts, Earth-rank spiritual treasures, and spiritual martial arts techniques—the rewards become increasingly generous, and the battles become increasingly fierce.

People were constantly being defeated by the sword puppets, screaming as they tumbled down the mountain and were teleported away. Those who persevered were all covered in blood and panting heavily, yet they still gritted their teeth and climbed upwards.

In the blink of an eye, the twentieth floor has passed.

When everyone stepped onto the twenty-first stone platform, they looked back and found the area behind them completely empty.

The once large group of over a hundred people has dwindled to less than twenty.

Lan He, Lan Ying, and Mo Leng were still there. In addition, there were more than a dozen strong cultivators at the Third Stage Nirvana Realm, panting as they followed behind. Each of them had injuries of varying degrees, but their gazes remained firm.

Lan He glanced behind him and said calmly, "Continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the twenty-second floor.

The sword puppets on this level are comparable in strength to those at the Fourth Stage of Nirvana.

The dozen or so cultivators at the Third Nirvana Realm were already injured. They barely managed to withstand a few moves before being defeated one by one, screaming as they tumbled down the mountain. In a flash of light, their figures disappeared.

Upon reaching the twenty-third floor, only Lan He, Lan Ying, and Mo Leng remained on the stone platform.

Mo Leng gasped for breath, clutching a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Treasure longsword. The two spirit puppets beside him were badly wounded, their spiritual light dimmed. He glanced around and gave a bitter smile: "Only the three of us are left, Brother Lan—"

Lan He didn't speak, but nodded slightly and stepped into the twenty-fourth floor first.

On this level, the three faced the same four-elemental sword puppets. Mo Leng exerted all his strength, controlling two broken spirit puppets to fight the sword puppets, but ultimately he was no match. After ten moves, he was struck in the chest by a sword, and with a flash of light, his figure disappeared from the mountaintop.

The twenty-fifth floor.

Lan Ying's opponent was a five-elemental sword puppet. She gritted her teeth and fought fiercely, her sword and blade flashing, and her wounds multiplied.

Finally, after enduring twenty moves, she was forced back by the sword puppet's blade, staggering and nearly falling.

She steadied herself, looked at Lan He, her eyes filled with a mixture of weariness and relief.

"Little River, I can't hold on any longer either."

She smiled, a smile that carried an older sister's expectations for her younger brother. She stepped forward, patted Lan He on the shoulder, just like when they were children: "You little rascal, make your sister proud, climb up there."

Lan He looked at her and nodded seriously: "Yes."

Lan Ying smiled, silently uttered "retreat," and with a flash of light, her figure vanished.

On the stone platform, only Lan He remained.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and continued upwards.

The twenty-sixth floor.

Two five-elemental sword puppets blocked the center of the stone platform. Without a word, Lan He drew his sword to meet them. With a flash of sword light, the two sword puppets crashed to the ground, and Lan He stepped onto the twenty-seventh level.

The twenty-seventh floor.

The three Five Elements Sword Puppets still wielded a single sword.

The twenty-eighth floor.

A six-element sword puppet.

Lan He took a deep breath, and the Qiankun Ancient Formation activated. The spiritual power in his Niwan Palace and the Nirvana Yuan Power in his Dantian converged with a roar, transforming into a faint chaotic color that flowed into the sword. The sword light shone brightly, and it engaged in fierce combat with the sword puppet.

Half an hour later, the sword puppet collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Lan He sheathed his sword and stood there, letting out a long breath. After such a fierce battle, his internal energy was completely exhausted, and sweat streamed down his forehead.

Climbing to the top of Mount Wanren requires not only guarding against the constantly attacking sword energy from all sides, but also dealing with layers of sword puppets blocking the way, which is extremely taxing.

Fortunately, he also cultivated mental strength, so he didn't completely lose his fighting ability.

He looked up and glanced upwards, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Thank goodness there are no outsiders left." He muttered to himself, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. "Some of my methods can finally be used openly and legitimately."

With a thought, the ancient and obscure black rune deep within the Niwan Palace slowly emerged—the Devouring Ancestral Rune!

The rune trembled slightly, and an invisible devouring force quietly spread out. The surrounding sword energy, which kept attacking, seemed to be drawn towards him and began to converge around him, before being swallowed up by the black rune.

The sword energy entered his body, was crushed and decomposed by the ancestral symbol, and transformed into the purest energy to nourish him. His nearly depleted Yuan energy was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A moment later, Lan He opened his eyes, his breathing having mostly recovered. He stretched his limbs and looked at the last two steps: "Continue."

The twenty-ninth floor.

Two six-element sword puppets stood side by side.

Lan He remained silent, drew his sword to meet the attack, and quietly integrated the power of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol into it, each strike carrying the domineering power to devour all things.

With a flash of sword light, the two sword puppets fell to the ground one after the other.

Lan He sheathed his sword and stepped onto the thirtieth floor.

The moment his foot landed, the entire Wanren Mountain seemed to trigger some long-dormant mechanism, and countless sword cries suddenly rose into the sky from the mountaintop!

The clanging of swords was dense and continuous, like the roar of a thousand horses, so loud it hurt one's eardrums.

Lan He was startled. Looking around, he saw countless broken knives densely packed on the mountaintop. Some were only half a blade, some had nicks and chips on the edge, and some were even just hilts, yet they still exuded a sharp sword aura.

Countless broken swords, layer upon layer, formed a circle, and in the very center of those broken swords, a huge martial stele stood majestically.

The entire stele is jet black, bearing the marks of time, yet it appears exceptionally solemn against the backdrop of broken chisels. At the top of the stele, two ancient and powerful characters are written with the force of a thousand knives.

Lan He's gaze fell on the stone tablet, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression suddenly became much more serious.

Such a powerful aura.

The martial stele, simply standing still, exuded a chilling sense of oppression, as if an invisible blade hung overhead, ready to strike at any moment. He secretly estimated that it was at least a high-grade Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure, and might even be a legendary Pure Yuan treasure.

Just then, an aged yet gratified voice emanated from the martial stele, echoing throughout the entire mountain peak: "For countless years, someone has finally climbed this peak."

"With the body of the Five Elements Nirvana, you have climbed to the top of the towering mountain. You are quite impressive."

The voice paused, then added with a hint of approval and a touch of sigh: "According to the ancestral teachings of my Heavenly Blade Sect, you shall be granted a set of Nine-Ren Indestructible Body and receive the Heavenly Blade Baptism!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the majestic martial monument trembled violently!

A dazzling and magnificent golden beam of light shot into the sky from the monument, piercing the heavens, and then descended upon the Blue River.

Within that pillar of light, countless ancient runes flowed, radiating a vast yet gentle aura.

The Legacy of Tianya Mingyue Dao!

Before Lan He could think further, the golden pillar of light enveloped him completely. In an instant, countless pieces of information flooded his mind: the cultivation method of the Nine-Ren Undying Body, the Heavenly Blade Sect's most advanced body-refining inheritance!

At the same time, the countless broken swords around them seemed to be drawn together and began to tremble.

Countless sword energies rose from it, dense and overwhelming, eventually converging into a mighty river of sword energy that rushed towards the Blue River!

Wherever the river of swords passed, the air trembled violently, but there was no killing intent whatsoever. Instead, it exuded a gentle yet domineering aura, which was the baptism of the body-refining inheritance.

Lan He did not dodge, letting the river of knives engulf him.

The moment the sword energy entered his body, a sharp pain shot through his entire being, but he endured it without making a sound. He could feel that the sword energy was transforming his physical body in an extremely domineering way; his flesh was being torn apart and then reshaped; his bones were being crushed and then reassembled; his meridians were being widened and then reinforced.

That kind of suffering is comparable to the pain of Nirvana.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Because he knew that this was the Heavenly Blade Sect's top-tier body-refining inheritance, the Nine-Ren Undying Body.

According to the information flooding into his mind, the Nine-Ren Undying Body is a body-refining martial art. It was created by the last sect master of the Heavenly Blade Sect with guidance from the Lord of the Primordial Era. When cultivated to perfection, it is comparable to a Reincarnation Realm expert!