(Thanks to "Acting Ning" for the tip.)
The matter of Qinglan was settled, and the knot in his heart was resolved. There were no more obstacles.
He sat steadily on the back of the Wind-Winged Demon Dragon like a mountain. The Wind-Winged Demon Dragon flapped its wings and flew across the sky towards the Desolate City.
When they flew over Kaiyang City, Chu Mu looked down and could vaguely see the Chu Clan Mansion.
He sighed softly. He did not know when he would return to the Chu Clan after leaving this time. Perhaps it would be a few years later, or a decade later, or even decades later. Everything was unknown.
With a sense of loss in his heart, the Wind-Winged Demon Dragon flew over Kaiyang City and gradually disappeared.
Chu Xingyun and his wife seemed to have felt something. They rushed out of their rooms and into the courtyard. They looked up at the sky. The sky was clear and cloudless, but they felt a sense of loss for no reason.
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Flying, resting, flying again, resting again. After repeating this cycle for about half a month, Chu Mu once again entered the desolate border.
At first glance, it seemed to be an endless barren land. A desolate aura filled the air, making people feel small and insignificant.
Locking onto the direction of the Desolate City, the Wind-Winged Demon Dragon adjusted its direction under Chu Mu's command and sped away.
Not long after, an ancient city appeared in front of him. When he got close to the Desolate City, the Wind-Winged Demon Dragon landed outside the city. Chu Mu threw a few mid-level super demon nuclei to it and kept them in the Beast Seal Pearl. He turned into a wisp of smoke and appeared at the city gate.
Entering the Desolate City, as usual, there were no changes. Chu Mu went straight to the Earth Wasteland Building.
On the fifth floor of the Earth Wasteland Building, Chu Mu paid some low-grade spirit stones to buy 300 mid-grade Heaven Wasteland Elixirs and 80 upper-grade Heaven Wasteland Elixirs. This was enough for him to cultivate the seventh chapter of the Heaven Wasteland Sword Physique, the Hair Chapter. When the time came, the Heaven Wasteland Sword Physique would be completed. Chu Mu was not sure if there would be any changes.
After chatting with the deacon of the Heavenly Elixir Pavilion for a while, Chu Mu left the Heavenly Elixir Pavilion and went to the staircase. He raised his head and looked at the staircase leading to the sixth floor. He pondered for a while, then quickly walked up.
The sixth floor was very empty. There were only two old men in their sixties or seventies brewing tea across a table. Chu Mu's arrival attracted the attention of the two old men. When their gazes fell on Chu Mu, Chu Mu immediately felt a trace of pressure.
"Junior, what business do you have here?" The white-robed elder asked in a gentle voice.
"I heard that the eighth layer was previously where the Sword Of Gojoseon cultivated in seclusion in the desolate border. Junior was filled with admiration, so I specially came to pay my respects." Chu Mu saluted with his sword and answered in a neither fast nor slow manner. He could not see through these two old men, so he instinctively assumed that they were Reverends of the Origin Realm.
"You're not a disciple of the Jiang Clan?" The black-robed old man's expression was cold, and his voice was cold and solemn.
"No, I'm not." Chu Mu answered. He actually did not know what conditions he had to meet to enter the eighth floor. The rumors said that he had to satisfy the Jiang Clan. Obviously, these two old men were from the Jiang Clan. How could he satisfy them?
The two old men did not speak again. Their eyes shined brightly as they scanned Chu Mu's body like laser beams. Chu Mu had a feeling that he was being investigated, as if he was being seen through from the inside out.
"Bone age of twenty, Low Qi Hai Realm, and sword Qi is purer than normal Low Qi Hai Realm warriors." The white-robed old man nodded with a smile. He looked at the black-robed old man and said, "You are indeed qualified."
"Leave ten thousand Low Rank Soul Stones and go up from here." The black-robed old man stared at Chu Mu and said with a cold expression. He was not polite at all.
"Young man, the seventh floor is not easy to pass. If you feel that you can't pass it, then leave immediately. Otherwise, your life will be in danger." The white-robed old man said with a smile.
Chu Mu roughly understood. To satisfy the Jiang Clan, he had to reach the Qi Hai Realm before the age of twenty, and he also had to pay a fee of Soul Stones.
First, it was to ensure that not everyone could enter the eighth floor. Second, it was to increase the Jiang Clan's income, although it was not much.
The stairs to the seventh floor were blocked by a door. After Chu Mu opened the door, the stairs were dimly lit. Chu Mu took a step forward and arrived at the seventh floor in the blink of an eye.
The seventh floor was like an enclosed space. It was dimly lit like dusk. It was about a few hundred square meters in size. There was a staircase on the opposite side that led to the eighth floor. Other than that, there was nothing else.
"The sixth floor is a recognition, and the seventh floor is a test. Only by passing the test can you enter the eighth floor." Chu Mu squinted his eyes and scanned the seventh floor. He did not find anything special, but his sharp intuition made him feel a sense of danger.
Combined with the white-robed old man's words, the seventh floor was very dangerous. He just did not know how to express it, and the unknown made him feel even more pressured.
No matter how hard he tried, Chu Mu could not tell what was going on. He felt a sense of danger floating in the air. He raised his guard and performed the Flying Swan Phantom Steps. With a shoo sound, he turned into a wisp of smoke and quickly flew towards the stairs on the opposite side.
The moment he moved, a swishing sound was heard. Rays of sharp Sword Qi shot out from all directions like a rainstorm.
Every sword aura flickered with a different color. Gold, red, blue, purple, and cyan all had their limits. Some were fast while some were slow. It was as if many swordsmen with excellent sword techniques were attacking Chu Mu. Chu Mu was surrounded from all directions and had nowhere to dodge.
Flying Swan Illusory Steps displayed an unparalleled might. Under this dense and seemingly hopeless encirclement of sword auras, Chu Mu forcibly charged out, not letting a single sword aura hit him.
But more and more Sword Qi appeared in front of him. They were even denser and formed a whirlpool. There was no gap.
In this situation, even if the Flying Swan Phantom Steps had reached the third level, it would still be useless. Chu Mu pulled out the Monster Slaying Sword and slashed out. The Sword Qi was shattered, and Chu Mu felt a strong impact on the Monster Slaying Sword. It almost flew out of his hand.
He activated the Stone Shaking Force and shattered the Sword Qi that came after him. But the Sword Qi was too dense, and there was no way for him to get through.
The Monster Slaying Sword was waved at a high speed, and every slash was as fast as the speed of sound. Chu Mu kept moving forward.
With one slash, the Sword Light shattered the air. The Sword Qi suddenly disappeared, and Chu Mu realized that he had reached the stairs leading to the eighth floor.
Looking back, the seventh floor had returned to normal. It was as if the dense and powerful Sword Qi had never appeared. Chu Mu was sure that if it was a normal Sword Warrior at the Qi Hai level, he would not be able to pass the seventh floor. If he did not back away from the first wave of Sword Qi, he would most likely die.
Putting his thoughts back, he stepped onto the stairs leading to the eighth floor. The old man in the black robe and white robe on the sixth floor suddenly felt something. He was surprised at first, but then he smiled.
The eighth floor was smaller than the seventh floor. The light was dim, but there was not a speck of dust on it. It was as if someone had been cleaning it all the time.
The decorations on the eighth floor were very simple. There was a bed, a table, a chair, and a round cushion on the ground. Chu Mu glanced around and found that there were marks on the walls.
The marks were straight, deep, shallow, long, short, clear, and blurry. Chu Mu could tell that they were marks left by a sword.
"The reward should be on those sword marks." Chu Mu thought to himself.
He walked closer to the wall and carefully looked at the sword marks. He even touched them with his finger, but he did not find anything.
"Could it be that the Sword Of Gojoseon in the borderland was only used for resting?"
Not finding anything, Chu Mu could not help but feel suspicious. He slowly glanced around, and finally his eyes landed on the cushion.
Without a doubt, this cushion was used by the Sword Of Gojoseon in the borderland. It looked very old and worn out.
Chu Mu's body flashed and appeared next to the cushion. He thought for a while and sat on the cushion. He immediately felt a clear flow of energy spread throughout his body. It was as if his mental power had been strengthened. Everything around him became clearer, and his mind became more focused.
When he looked at the sword marks on the wall again, he realized that the sword marks seemed to have changed, as if they contained something.
He suddenly understood that he had found the right path.
He got rid of all the distracting thoughts and focused on the crisscrossing sword marks.
Chu Mu forgot everything in the outside world. There were only sword marks in his eyes. Under his gaze, every sword mark seemed to become bigger.
Then, the sword marks seemed to come alive. They turned into sharp swords and danced in the air in front of Chu Mu.
There were long and short swords, thick and thin swords. They seemed to be controlled and danced by countless invisible swordsmen. One sword skill after another was displayed.
Some were sharp and threatening, some were light and graceful, some were unpredictable, some were continuous and flexible, and some were hot and violent …
Every sword skill had its own characteristics. They were clear and obvious, and easy to understand.
Chu Mu was completely immersed in them, forgetting the passage of time.
Gradually, Chu Mu felt that every sword technique seemed to have a sword aura fluctuation added to it. The fluctuations started weak and gradually grew stronger until the sword aura fluctuation on every sword technique was so strong that it shocked Chu Mu. He only felt that the burden on his mind was constantly increasing, and it was almost at the limit of what he could bear.
In the next breath, the sword skills paused, and the sword force on them froze. In an instant, an indescribable change occurred. In the midst of the change, the sharp swords suddenly slashed at Chu Mu.
Chu Mu had no way to dodge. He only felt that his mind was being destroyed, and his soul was being torn apart. An incomparable pain came from the depths of his soul and spread throughout his body. His body trembled uncontrollably.
In an instant, he woke up. The sword marks were still sword marks. Chu Mu was gasping for breath. His face was pale, and sweat dripped from his forehead and flowed down his cheeks.
At that moment, he felt as if his soul was about to scatter.
"It's really … terrifying …" Chu Mu said softly. He still had lingering fear.
After ten breaths of time, he regained his composure. His face also regained its color. Chu Mu checked his body, but he did not discover any changes.
He tried to release his sword force, and it filled the entire eighth level. Chu Mu's expression froze for a moment, then a look of joy appeared on his face.
Unknowingly, his sword force had improved again. It had already reached the peak of perfection, saving him at least half a year's time.
Now that his sword force had reached the peak of perfection, Chu Mu's strength had increased by quite a bit. He felt that if he went to the East Sage Hall to challenge for the title of Sword Hero, his chances of passing would be at least eighty percent.
However, Chu Mu still intended to first master the Sky Desolate Sword Physique before making any plans.
Standing up, he walked towards the stairs. When he passed by the seventh level, he did not receive any attacks. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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