Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

Chapter 459: Chapter 457: It’s a Woman?

"The... master of the Sword Tomb?" Hearing the old man’s words, Shen Haoran froze, bewildered. The master of the Sword Tomb—wasn’t that the first-generation founder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? ’Why would an old monster of that level want to see me?’

"You’re a lucky one, little fella. Even I have never met the master of this Sword Tomb, the founder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. I’ve only ever heard his voice. For him to want to see you now... this is a tremendous stroke of fortune!" the old man said, smiling at Shen Haoran with a hint of envy.

"What? Even you haven’t met him, Senior?" Upon hearing this, Shen Haoran was too shocked to speak. The old man before him had lived for ten thousand years at the very least. If even he had never met the master of the Sword Tomb, just how ancient could that person be? Shen Haoran couldn’t help but wonder if he was about to meet a skeleton or something.

HUM... Just as Shen Haoran was reeling from the shock, the space not far from him suddenly trembled. A white vortex abruptly appeared before him.

"Go on, little fella. You’ll meet the master of the Sword Tomb if you go through there. Good luck!" the old man said with a soft chuckle, seeing the gate to the top of the Sword Tomb open.

Shen Haoran nodded. Since the master wanted to see him, he couldn’t run anyway. He was on their turf, after all. Steeling himself, he walked toward the white vortex.

He stepped into the white vortex. The dizzying sensation he expected never came. Shen Haoran only felt a momentary sense of weightlessness before the scene before his eyes changed completely.

When Shen Haoran came to his senses, the vast, white space was gone. The chirping of birds and insects filled his ears, and the faint scent of fresh grass drifted toward him. Lush forests, a rushing creek, towering mountains, and a waterfall that poured down from the heavens—this place was practically a paradise hidden from the world.

Shen Haoran walked forward slowly, strolling through the forest. ’This must be the top floor of the Cyan Stone Tower. I never thought it would contain a whole world like this.’

"Hm?" As Shen Haoran was wandering through the woods, the pleasant, melodious sound of a xiao flute suddenly rang out. The heavenly music echoed through the trees. The birds that had been chirping incessantly fell silent, as if afraid their calls would disturb the beautiful melody. Not only that, but even the gentle breeze and the flowing river seemed to quiet down.

Listening to the flute, Shen Haoran felt an unprecedented sense of peace settle over him. Ever since he began his Cultivation, his mind had been perpetually taut. He had never felt this relaxed.

Shen Haoran followed the sound of the flute. Before long, he arrived before a Purple Bamboo Forest. Looking ahead, he saw a figure in the center of the forest with their back to him. The music was coming from them.

The music continued, and Shen Haoran had no intention of interrupting. This feeling of utter relaxation was rare, and he wanted to take the opportunity to enjoy it. He closed his eyes and listened intently.

After a while, the music finally stopped. Shen Haoran still felt a little unsatisfied, wanting more. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was now standing under the pavilion in the center of the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Lifting his head to look, Shen Haoran was stunned to see a peerlessly beautiful woman sitting across from him. She had delicate features, a gorgeous face, and skin so flawless it seemed it would break at a touch. Her every move exuded an irresistible charm. Moreover, this stunning woman was staring at him with a wide smile, as if she had just found a precious treasure. The sight made Shen Haoran tense up.

Shen Haoran couldn’t sense the beautiful woman’s aura at all. If not for his eyes, he would have thought nothing but empty air was in front of him. A situation like this usually meant one of two things: either the person had no Cultivation whatsoever, or their Cultivation had reached an unimaginable level. And this woman was definitely the latter.

At this thought, Shen Haoran’s muscles tensed. He glanced around but saw no one else. His gaze returned to the beautiful woman, and understanding dawned on him. ’This must be a test set for me by the master of the Sword Tomb.’

"No need to be so tense. It’s not like I’m going to eat you!" the beautiful woman said, covering her mouth with a light laugh as she saw Shen Haoran’s taut posture.

Shen Haoran remained noncommittal. ’This woman appeared out of nowhere and used her flute to lure me here. She wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble if she didn’t want something from me.’

"Where is the master of this Sword Tomb? Where is the old man?" Shen Haoran asked coldly, ignoring the beautiful woman.

PFFT... Hearing Shen Haoran’s words, the beautiful woman couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Her body shook uncontrollably, and the large weapons on her chest bounced up and down, making Shen Haoran’s blood boil.

"Haha, an old man? What makes you so sure the master of the Sword Tomb has to be an old man?" After a long moment, the beautiful woman finally suppressed her urge to keep laughing and asked, staring at Shen Haoran with great interest.

Seeing the expression on the beautiful woman’s face, Shen Haoran felt something was off. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something. Shocked to his core, he pointed a trembling finger at the woman before him and stammered, "You... you couldn’t be the master of the Sword Tomb, the founder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, could you?!" The moment the words left his mouth, even Shen Haoran was stunned by his own suggestion. The founder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the master of the Sword Tomb... even the old man who had lived for ten thousand years had never met them. They should be an ancient fossil, a monster-level figure. How could it be a woman with such stunning beauty? From her appearance, she didn’t look much older than him. Even if he wracked his brains, Shen Haoran would never have connected such an ancient monster with the woman before him.

"As a successor of the Chaos Divine Body, is it polite to point at your senior like that?" Before Shen Haoran’s shock could fade, he heard the beautiful woman speak these words lightly.

BOOM! The moment the beautiful woman’s voice fell, an extremely violent aura instantly erupted from Shen Haoran’s body, its power causing the surrounding Purple Bamboo Forest to sway wildly.

"Who in the world are you?" Shen Haoran’s voice turned icy in an instant. The Chaos Divine Body was his greatest secret. He would not allow anyone who knew of it to continue existing in this world.

"Don’t you already know who I am? I am the founder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the master of this Sword Tomb—Ni Jianshuang!"