(I've corrected all the typos in the previous chapters. If you see any typos, please remind me in this chapter. You should have seen it. I'll read every sentence in this chapter …)
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Hundreds of flames disappeared gradually, like sparks dispersing in the wind.
That deviant practitioner should be a famous figure. He had been hiding at the bottom of the Gathered-Soul Valley for many years, collecting souls to refine weapons. He must have had a big plan. When he returned to the surface of the earth, he would probably cause a lot of trouble.
But he was killed by Jing Jiu's sword in such a way, without causing any trouble. He didn't even leave his name.
Thinking of this, people couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Looking at the scene in the lava river, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.
He didn't sigh with emotion. He didn't have any unnecessary or even harmful emotions to strangers. He was just adjusting his breath to recover his Sword Source.
It seemed easy to kill that swordsman, but it was actually quite difficult.
That swordsman had a high state and excellent demonic skills. He also had a deep understanding of the underground cave and the lava river.
Even an Elder in the Broken Sea State of the Aoyama Sect couldn't kill him easily here.
Jing Jiu was in the middle state of the Free Travel. Even if his real fighting capacity was more than that, it was still very difficult for him to kill this deviant practitioner, which consumed a lot of his energy.
That energy was not the fighting intent, but the nutrition for his deduction and calculation.
When he picked up the magic treasure, the deviant practitioner hadn't shown up yet. So he did two things.
He let the Sword of the Universe go to the far side of the river quietly and waited there. Meanwhile, he put the cloth wrapping the Sword of the Universe into his left hand.
That cloth played an important role in the subsequent fight. It was burned into a flame by the lava in the river.
If he wanted to kill an opponent whose cultivation was far above his own, he couldn't afford to make any mistakes in the slightest.
Seeing the flame caused by the cloth, the deviant practitioner thought he was burning in the lava, so he couldn't help but relax.
No practitioner could survive in the lava, except for those in the Reaching Heaven State or those who had rare treasures.
The deviant practitioner didn't expect that Jing Jiu was still alive and could raise a waterfall-like lava to attack him. He also didn't expect that a wide flying sword of the Fairy State had been waiting for him in the darkness behind him.
Under such circumstances, how could he not die?
To be precise, that evil cultivator wasn't killed by Jing Jiu's sword, but by Jing Jiu's calculation.
Jing Jiu had calculated all the directions of this battle. Of course, those calculations were not necessarily based on strength, because the thoughts and responses of evil practitioners could change at any time. However, the overall framework had been determined, and some details could not change the final outcome.
This was the true way of the sword in Aoyama.
Taiping was naturally very good at this, and so was he.
Since he was in the small village, Jing Jiu had shown that he didn't know much about the affairs of the world, and he had a bad memory. In fact, the affairs of the world had no meaning for him; but it was different when it came to Cultivation or sword work.
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The lava river flowed slowly. There was no sound of waves, only the deep sound of friction between the lava and the riverbank.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the river.
The surface of the river was next to the air, and the temperature gradually dropped, returning to its gloomy appearance.
That evil cultivator should be dead.
He took out the magic treasure and looked at it. His expression changed slightly.
The body of this magic treasure was a scale, but he didn't know what kind of creature it was. Judging from its weight and size, that creature should be big, but it was not as big as the Cang Dragon, or even smaller than the Dace Devil.
The level of a creature was not absolutely related to its size. Otherwise, his friend in the distant sea should be the strongest in this world. Well, it was indeed difficult for the giant to find an opponent.
Using his Sword Awareness, Jing Jiu sensed the extremely pure Fire Will in this magic treasure, which was obviously extraordinary. The original owner was very likely to be a fire dragon living in the underground magma or some other kind of strange monster.
But it was a pity that when the scale fell off, the original owner was not mature yet, and the true nature of the scale did not exist. It was barely turned into a magic treasure after years of hard work by the evil cultivator.
The scale contained such a pure Fire Will, so it should be able to control fire. The reason that the evil cultivator had burned the scale with his right hand was that the evil cultivator had forcibly poured a lot of resentful souls and Nether Spirits into the scale, which destroyed the nature of the scale.
Jing Jiu shook his head, thinking that the evil cultivator was not good at forging magic treasures, and it was a pity that such a good material was wasted.
He didn't feel too regretful, because he had seen too many good materials and magic treasures like this one. And he wanted this magic treasure because it was hard enough to be used as a whetstone for his sword.
Now that it was used as a whetstone, the magic treasure would turn into powder in the end, so there was no need to waste it.
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The river of magma flowed slowly. Once in a while, the surface of the river would be torn apart, emitting a wall-like red glow, illuminating the dark and gloomy bottom of the cave.
The low screeching and occasional flames had no effect on Jing Jiu. Sitting by the river, he rubbed his right hand on the magic treasure, his expression focused. He adjusted the angle and strength of his hand from time to time as the magic treasure was worn down.
This magic treasure made of the scale was indeed very hard, and it was not just hard, like the remains of that large demon in the Fiend Prison. It felt nice to touch and was as smooth as jade, but it was a bit brittle.
A few days later, the magic treasure broke into tiny pieces along with a few cracking sounds.
Countless resentful souls and dark spirits came out from the magic treasure, bringing along a gust of gloomy wind.
Normally, after the magic treasure was broken, nothing could control these resentful souls and dark spirits, so they should flee instinctively and head to the ground or the deeper parts of the cave through the cracks in the ground in search of blood and soul food.
However, these resentful souls and dark spirits had witnessed Jing Jiu sharpening the magic treasures for a few days, and they felt a deeper fear instinctively. They didn't dare leave Jing Jiu's side, drifting around him.
If someone saw this scene, they would think Jing Jiu was a deviant cultivator who harmed the innocent lives to forge the magic treasure.
Did he recognize the magic treasure as its master?
If it were the main characters in other stories, they would keep these resentful souls and dark spirits by their side and figure out how to deal with them in order to obtain the most benefits. Yet, Jing Jiu didn't want to pay any attention to them, and was about to leave.
It was then that he suddenly recalled a past event.
Three hundred years ago, the monster invasion of the Snowy Kingdom came southward again. All the swordsmen of the human race went to the rescue. Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing led the swordsmen of the peaks to the Lanling Snowland, leaving only a few young disciples in Aoyama.
The Underworld Master and his subordinates took the opportunity to sneak to the Shenmo Peak through the Great Formation of Aoyama in an attempt to take back the Seal of the King Of The Underworld; but Jing Jiu slashed the seal in half.
All the swordsmen of the Underworld were killed, save for the Underworld Master.
After Liu Ci came back, he advised Jing Jiu to dispose of the corpses, but Jing Jiu refused because he was too lazy to do so.
Afterwards, the soul fires left by the swordsmen of the Underworld drifted in the Shenmo Peak for many years and turned into the resentful souls in the end.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to them. Anyway, those resentful souls couldn't affect him, and they couldn't frighten those juniors who were qualified to go to the Shenmo Peak to visit him.
A few hundred years later, Jing Jiu climbed the Shenmo Peak with Zhao Layue in his hand, and encountered those resentful souls again.
This indicated that Jing Jiu shouldn't slack off now that the matter had something to do with him.
Even if he could slack off for a moment, he would have to do it himself three hundred years later.
If he didn't pay attention to those resentful souls and dark spirits drifting around him right now, it would be his business many years later.
Jing Jiu had figured it out. He shook his head and wielded the Sword of the Universe.
Those dark spirits were crushed into the tiniest dust particles as soon as they touched the desolate sword will, returning to their original state.
Yet, those resentful souls didn't disperse right away.
The Sword of the Universe brought up a great amount of hot lava from the river, forming hundreds of blurry words. It seemed to be a script from the Guocheng Temple if one looked closely.
The flames illuminated the gloomy cave and the faces of those resentful souls.
The faces of those resentful souls had gradually become blurry, and the evil energy had gradually disappeared. In the end, they turned into green glows and vanished.
Regardless of whether they were the dark spirits or the resentful souls, they couldn't launch a formidable attack like the tide without the help of a magic treasure. Moreover, Jing Jiu wasn't afraid of the evil in nature, so he could slay them easily with one swing of his sword.
But in fact, this sword move wasn't simple at all. It was extremely complicated, even close to perfection.
Nobody could use this sword move except for Jing Jiu. Even Jing Jiu himself couldn't do it if he hadn't listened to the Buddhist scripts for six years in the Guocheng Temple.
Jing Jiu threw the broken pieces of the magic treasure into the river, and then leapt up into the air.
He didn't intend to leave. Countless demon bones in the ancient battlefield were waiting for him down there. Thinking of this, even he felt a bit expectant.
Jing Jiu turned his body upside down and reached out his right hand.
There was a slight buzzing sound.
A gust of wind rose in the gloomy cave.
Jing Jiu disappeared.
A perfectly round hole appeared on the ground.
The hot lava gushed into the hole from the cracks of the rocks below, filling up the hole again. Then, the hole faded away, leaving no trace behind.
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The melting of the rocks and forming a river indicated that he had entered the center of the earth.
It was hard for the human Cultivation practitioners to live in such a scorching environment, regardless of whether they were of the orthodox or deviant sects.
Jing Jiu didn't run into any more hidden swordsmen. He didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.
After an unknown amount of time, he broke through the rock wall and flew out.
This was an extremely large underground cavern. The cavern ceiling and the ground were several hundred zhang high, and it seemed very spacious.
A river of hot magma flowed continuously on the ground.
If not for the fact that the lava was so hot and bright, and the rumbling sounds it made when it hit the riverbank, he would have thought that he was still at the previous river.
It was impossible for a person to step into two identical rivers, but after going around in circles, there would always be similar scenery.
He landed on the riverbank and looked into the distance.
The bright and hot river of fire stretched for more than ten li into the distance. Then, at a certain place, it suddenly diverged and became two rivers.
It wasn't one river going east and one river going west, but one river going up and one river going down.
Some people, after experiencing such a thing and seeing such a scene, might feel a bit emotional. But Jing Jiu didn't.
Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to tell.
The river continuously spewed flames and even more terrifying lava, illuminating his expressionless face.
In the next moment, he turned around and walked up the gentle slope. He felt the breath in front of him getting clearer and clearer, and he knew that he was in the right place.
Countless years ago, the gentle slope was an ancient battlefield where the human race and the Underworld fought.
After the Gathered-Soul Valley was sealed by Zhongzhou School, the ancient battlefield sank to the deepest part of the earth.
It seemed to be something that happened thirty thousand years ago. Zhongzhou School had just been established and was in its first heyday, but he wasn't sure.
After so many years, the remains of the swordsmen of the human race must have been transported away and buried peacefully. The bodies of the swordsmen of the Underworld were also gone. It was wishful thinking to think that he could find the magic treasures and secret manuals left by the swordsmen here. But what he was looking for were the bones of the demon beasts. No matter how greedy the cultivation sects of the human race were, they would skin the beasts and take the pills. Presumably, they had no interest in those heavy and huge bones. Those demon bones were useless except for being hard. They were also meaningless for cultivators to use as tea. It was just right for him to use.
With this thought, Jing Jiu came to the highest point of the gentle slope and looked down.
The cave on this side was even bigger. The ground was a black field, about ten miles in circumference.
The firelight from the river illuminated the cave and sprinkled on the field, like the sunset glow.
Hundreds of huge demon bones were scattered on the field under the sunset glow, casting an even bigger shadow.
These dead demon beasts still had the same appearance when they died in the battle, still as huge and terrifying as before.
This ancient battlefield didn't seem to have been through tens of thousands of years, but it still gave people a feeling of vicissitudes.
Jing Jiu came to the white skeleton of a big demon.
Judging from the appearance of the skeleton, this big demon looked like an ordinary elephant, but it was more than ten times bigger.
What interested Jing Jiu the most was the tusk of this big demon.
He reached out his left hand, but touched nothing.
The huge tusk, about a hundred feet long, broke into pieces and turned into snowflakes, sprinkling all over his body and face.
Then, the skeleton of the big demon fell apart like a straw hut in a gust of wind. It collapsed on the ground and also turned into powder.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu walked to the skeleton of another big demon, and reached out his left little finger.
The same thing happened again.
The skeleton of the big demon fell apart, turning into the eye-catching white powder on the black field.
Tens of thousands of years had passed.
Everything had decayed.
The demon bone in the Fiend Prison had been soaked in the stomach of the Old Dragon for many years, and was ground into powder by Jing Jiu's right hand from summer to early autumn.
Yet, the bones of the big demons in the field collapsed when they touched the powder.
Tens of thousands of years had passed, and it had shown its power in a place where one couldn't see it.
The power of time was indeed the sharpest sword in heaven and earth.
Standing among hundreds of huge skeletons, Jing Jiu fell silent for a while, and then turned around to leave.
As he left, his cloth ruffled in the wind; it was unclear whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally.
Hundreds of huge skeletons collapsed slowly. It was believed that they would merge into the black field in a few years.
Jing Jiu didn't turn his head around to take a look. He walked toward the source of the sunset glow, and sat down by the river.
The lava in the river was jumping up and down, like an upside-down waterfall, or like a joyful creature.
The booming sounds could be heard incessantly.
The river flowed forward.
Time passed quickly.
One shouldn't give up day and night.
Yet, there was no need to be reluctant to give up when there was a chance.
Jing Jiu thought about it calmly.
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