Su Yi's gaze was solemn. In the midst of the mountains ahead, a towering peak stood out magnificently in the distant horizon, displaying its grandeur and majesty.
That mountain peak appeared as if several mountain peaks had merged together, creating an exceptionally grand and imposing sight.
From atop that mountain peak, a faint but mysterious aura emanated, filling the air. Even across the vast expanse, Su Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in his heart.
This aura, just like the intimidating presence Su Yi had felt on two previous occasions, seemed to be one and the same.
Soon, Yun Lingfeng, Jiang Xiwen, Qin Fang, and many other disciples swiftly mobilized their inner energy as they dashed forward.
Mu Yao, Ying Qianqian, and Gong Qi, the three women, each left behind a graceful figure as they departed, seemingly determined not to fall behind.
"The ancestral remains are up on that mountain. We must be cautious, as this road is not safe," Situ Muyang warned Su Yi.
"We should fly over there much faster."
"If you really want to fly over there, I promise you'll regret it."
Situ Muyang chuckled and looked at Su Yi, saying, "For now, it is relatively safe here. We should try our best to conceal our presence, or else it may attract danger."
Su Yi frowned. As Liu Yunchuan, Zhang Diyun, Jian Shiyi, and the others walked away, he couldn't help but notice that none of them seemed to release much energy. It dawned on him that the more energy they released, the greater the danger they might encounter.
The two of them set off together, mustering their energy slightly as they headed towards the colossal mountain peak.
Within this space, the sight was dim, as if it was devoid of daylight.
Even in the air, there wafted a mist-like stream of air, as if it were the breath of a hidden, enormous tomb. Everywhere, there was a palpable sense of heart-pounding unease.
The mountain paths were connected by stone trails, where not a blade of grass grew. Everywhere was filled with a sense of ancientness and lifelessness.
Su Yi felt deeply touched in his heart. He had no idea how many powerful individuals there were in the Divine Sword School. As he stepped into this place, just before the oil lamps burned out, he realized that it was the final resting place for many mighty practitioners of the Divine Sword School.
After a while, the figures of Mu Yao, Yun Lingfeng, Liu Yunchuan, and others had disappeared from sight.
There were not just one, but several mountain paths within these mountains, all of which led to the magnificent peak ahead.
Not long after, upon a massive stone, sat a pristine white skeleton in a cross-legged position. It was shrouded in a tattered robe, upon which the emblem of the Divine Sword School could faintly be seen.
The skull had a mane of tangled black hair that partially obscured its face, revealing glimpses of the skull. In front of it, a precious sword was thrust upside-down into the rock, covered in dust.
Situ Muyang stepped forward and respectfully bowed, as if sensing something. He softly spoke, "This is the predecessor of the Divine Sword School, a mighty practitioner who passed away at this location."
Su Yi also stepped forward and bowed. Now, no matter how one puts it, he was considered a disciple of the Divine Sword School. This was the remains of a predecessor from the Divine Sword School, who had passed away at this location. A sense of reverence grew in his heart.
As he gazed upon the skeletal remains before him, the esteemed predecessor from the Divine Sword School came into view. However, in this moment, the body appeared like ordinary bones, devoid of any signs of life, dull and lifeless.
Su Yi carefully examined the skeletal remains, noticing even the faint presence of small black spots, as if they had been corroded by some mysterious aura.
"This sword is also a treasure, at least it has reached the level of a Dao Tool."
Situ Muyang said to Su Yi, "This sword covered in dust in front of the powerful senior is at least at the level of a Dao Tool, it's a treasure."
Upon hearing this, Su Yi's eyes immediately lit up, and he fixed his gaze upon the dusty sword.
A sword that is at the level of a Dao Tool, even if it is just at the beginner level, is still considered to be priceless.
In the world of weapons, there are different levels: Yuan Weapons, Xuan Weapons, Spirit Weapons, Dao Tools, Dharma Tools, and Sacred Tools.
The weapon at the level of a Spirit Weapon, had already awakened its spirit and could work harmoniously with its owner.
And explained the hierarchy of the weapons, saying that the weapons at the level of Dao Tools have supposedly reached a state of perfection, being able to merge with their owners.
"Don't gaze at it for too long. Although this is a precious treasure, it is a Dao Tool with its own spirit. It will choose its owner by itself. You can try to communicate with it. Maybe it will choose you. However, within the Divine Sword Valley, you can only take one treasure. If you choose something else, you won't be able to obtain what the ancestor has left behind," Situ Muyang informed Su Yi.
Su Yi shook his head immediately. Although this treasure at the level of Dao Tools was indeed precious, the main objective of entering the Divine Sword Valley was to obtain the legacy left by the Divine Sword School's ancestor.
No wonder every time a disciple of the Divine Sword School comes here, there must have been others passing by this place, but none of them took away this sword.
Suddenly, right at that moment, the dusty sword started to emit a buzzing vibration, causing the dust to shake and a radiant light to fill the air.
This light carried a mysterious black mist, spreading an eerie and chilling atmosphere.
In front of them, the long-deceased skeleton suddenly emitted a eerie black glow from its deep eye sockets.
From the voluminous, face-obscuring black hair, a chilling aura suddenly burst forth, causing the tattered robes to flutter and tremble.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The long-deceased skeleton seemed to suddenly come alive, raising its hand and drawing the precious sword in front of it. A flash of sword light, swift as lightning, directly slashed towards Su Yi and Situ Muyang.
Su Yi's face changed drastically as he pushed Hundred Transformations Step to its limit, instantly dragging Situ Muyang, who still hadn't fully reacted, to quickly retreat.
As the sword light passed, the ground was sliced open, creating a long and deep crack. Pebbles scattered and sand flew in the air.
Situ Muyang regained his senses, feeling a lingering fear. If Su Yi hadn't left just moments ago, the consequences of that sword strike would have been unimaginable.
"On the mountain, go, go quickly..."
Just as Su Yi and Situ Muyang stood ready, their faces filled with alarm, the skeleton suddenly spoke. Its voice, hoarse and feeble, echoed with a chilling undertone. Within its darkened eye sockets, a glimmer of radiance shimmered.
With one hand tightly gripping the sword, the skeleton once again drove it into the rocky ground, causing the surrounding terrain to crumble. Pointing towards the majestic mountain ahead, it urgently said to Su Yi and Situ Muyang, "Go quickly!"
"Hurry, run quickly..."
Although Su Yi didn't know what had happened, the eerie transformation and the intimidating aura emanating from the skeleton made it clear to him. If he stayed in this place, he wouldn't stand a chance against the skeleton.
If it weren't for the quick evasion just now, an ordinary cultivator in the Yuan True Realm probably wouldn't be able to withstand that sword.
Without any hesitation, the two of them quickly fled, their hearts filled with fear.
Until the sounds of the skeleton behind them had faded into the distance, Su Yi and Situ Muyang finally slowed their steps.
"What just happened?"
Situ Muyang still felt scared, his heart pounding. Even though he knew beforehand that there were dangers in Divine Sword Valley within these twelve hours, he never expected such a strange and sudden change to happen right in front of his eyes.