Chapter 450: Chapter 448: Into the Ruins
"The Spirit Locking Array is broken! Charge!"
"Get in there! Quick!"
The moment the Spirit Locking Array shattered, the disciples behind Shen Haoran roared and scrambled to be the first to charge into the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, terrified that if they were too slow, the inheritance within would be snatched away by others.
But Shen Haoran didn’t move. In the instant the Spirit Locking Array shattered, he felt an extremely intense sense of crisis, a feeling he had never experienced before. Cold sweat broke out on his body, drenching his clothes!
"This is bad! Retreat, now!"
Suddenly, Shen Haoran saw a gleam of light from the depths of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. This light made the hair on his body stand on end, and he immediately roared at Ling Feng, who was charging up from behind him.
Ling Feng’s reaction was swift. The moment Shen Haoran’s voice fell, he shot backward without the slightest hesitation. He didn’t question Shen Haoran’s words at all.
Seeing Ling Feng retreat, Shen Haoran’s Vermilion Bird Wings unfurled behind him. He immediately shot up from the ground, rocketing into the sky.
SWOOSH...
Shen Haoran’s figure had just vanished from the ground when the light from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect suddenly magnified, transforming into a colossal Giant Sword. It swept toward the crowd like a bolt of lightning, moving so fast that there was no time to react. The Martial Artists charging at the very front were instantly sliced in half at the waist before they could even register what was happening, their fresh blood spraying across the ground before the gates of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
BOOM!
Wherever the colossal Giant Sword passed, nothing could block its unstoppable edge. Anything in its path was severed by its single strike. Even the nearby mountain peaks were cleanly sheared off, the cuts perfectly flat and smooth.
WHOOSH...
The colossal Giant Sword swept a full circle, razing the entire mountainous area around the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to the ground. A furious gale blew past, scattering the dust and gravel that filled the air.
Gazing at the apocalyptic scene, the surviving Martial Artists couldn’t help but swallow hard. Their eyes were filled with terror, and their clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. It was simply too horrifying. That Sword Light just now was just too horrifying. With a single strike, it had instantly slaughtered more than half the disciples. These survivors had only managed to keep their lives thanks to Shen Haoran’s warning. Everyone turned their gazes toward Shen Haoran, who was hovering in mid-air.
In the sky, Shen Haoran let out a huge sigh of relief only after confirming that the Sword Light had completely vanished. It turned out that the Spirit Locking Array enveloping the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was just a decoy. The real killing move was that Sword Light.
He looked down at the devastated land below and the sheared-off mountains, and couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. ’Such formidable Attack Power... Even a full-force strike from a Spirit Emperor Powerhouse wouldn’t be much more than this, would it? This must be the Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s most powerful Martial Skill—One Sword Asura!’
Seeing such formidable Attack Power, Shen Haoran’s eyes burned with desire. ’Offensive techniques are what I currently lack the most. This One Sword Asura is the perfect thing to make up for my shortcomings!’
At this thought, Shen Haoran didn’t linger. With a beat of his Vermilion Bird Wings, he charged toward the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. That Sword Light must have been the Sect’s final defensive measure. It should be safe to enter now.
Seeing Shen Haoran charge into the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the surviving Martial Artists didn’t dare to delay. They hurriedly followed him inside. They had all witnessed the power of One Sword Asura just now and were now green with envy for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s inheritance.
As soon as they entered the Sect, the Martial Artists immediately scattered, beginning a carpet search. This was a second-level ruin! Besides the Sect’s main inheritance, there were also many Elixirs, Spirit Medicines, and other Cultivation and Martial Skills that were rarely found in the outside world. Obtaining any one of them would be enough to last for years!
Upon entering the Sect, Shen Haoran summoned Changmao without a second thought. When it came to treasure hunting, Changmao was practically a cheat-like existence. Its ability to sense the location of treasures was the ultimate skill for exploring ruins.
Changmao appeared, lying languidly on Shen Haoran’s shoulder, completely devoid of its usual lively energy. Because it had forced out its Taotie Essence Blood for Shen Haoran last time, it still hadn’t recovered. Its body even looked somewhat illusory.
Seeing Changmao in this state, Shen Haoran felt a pang of guilt. After all, Changmao had ended up this way because of him.
’Looks like I’ll have to help Changmao recover as soon as possible while we’re in this Secret Realm,’ Shen Haoran thought to himself.
After appearing, Changmao didn’t need Shen Haoran to say anything. It closed its eyes, and a strange Energy emanated from its body, spreading out into the surroundings as it began its search.
After a good while, Changmao’s tightly shut eyes snapped open. A sharp glint flashed in its pupils, and it then said to Shen Haoran, "Found it. Head north. There’s a strong Spiritual Power fluctuation over there."
Hearing this, Shen Haoran nodded and sprinted off toward the north.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect was truly worthy of being a second-level ruin. Shen Haoran ran at full speed for the time it takes half an incense stick to burn and still hadn’t reached the place Changmao mentioned. One could only imagine how vast the grounds of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were.
Shen Haoran ran nonstop, venturing deeper and deeper into the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. As he went further, a deeply unsettling feeling grew in his heart. He looked around; the architecture spoke of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s former glory and prosperity, but now only rubble and ruins remained. The deeper he went, the greater the degree of destruction to the surrounding buildings. The entire ground had turned pitch-black—not from some other color, but stained by coagulated blood. Shen Haoran was intensely curious. ’What exactly happened in the Ancient Era to reduce such a glorious Sect to this state of desolation?’
"We’re here!" Just as Shen Haoran was lost in thought, Changmao whispered in his ear from his back, pulling him back to the present.
At its words, Shen Haoran’s running figure came to an abrupt halt, and he looked ahead.
HISS...
When he saw the scene before him, even with his formidable mental fortitude, Shen Haoran couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath of cold air.
Before Shen Haoran was a massive pit. And in that pit, countless Spirit Stones of all sizes were scattered about. There were Lower Grade, Middle Grade, and certainly no small number of High Grade and Top Grade Spirit Stones. Immense Spiritual Power emanated from the Spirit Stones, forming a thin mist of Spiritual Power in the pit that sealed the energy within. It was because of this faint mist, which completely contained the aura of Spiritual Power, that Shen Haoran hadn’t been able to sense it. If not for Changmao, he probably never would have found this place.
"We’re rich! We’re rich! We’ve hit the jackpot!" Shen Haoran stared at the pit full of Spirit Stones, his eyes ablaze with fervent desire...
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