After an unknown amount of time, Gu Sheng was awakened by the stinging sensation on his cheek. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ling Xiao using his blood-stained sleeve to wipe the blood off his face.
"Cough cough... Damn, you really hit hard!"
Gu Sheng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his left cheek burning with pain.
He glared at Ling Xiao, who was standing three steps away, shaking his wrist with a mischievous grin on his face.
Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you woke up pretty quickly. I guess I didn't hit hard enough."
Just as Gu Sheng was about to lash out, his pupils suddenly contracted.
He finally noticed the surroundings.
The original canyon had transformed into a massive crater with a diameter of a hundred feet, the mountain walls on both sides sheared cleanly, the ground littered with smoldering stones.
In the center of the ruins stood the Ancient Reincarnation Bell, covered in cracks.
"Is this... caused by that Sword Qi?"
Gu Sheng's voice trembled.
He clearly remembered the terrifying sword light he saw before losing consciousness, which definitely surpassed the power of the Nascent Soul Stage.
Ling Xiao kicked away a charred stone at his feet.
"What else? The old ghosts in the Sword Tomb can't rest in peace even in death." He suddenly approached and lowered his voice.
"By the way, where did you get this broken bell? It can actually withstand the Silent Extinction Sword Qi."
Gu Sheng was alarmed. The Ancient Reincarnation Bell was his biggest secret, even his sect didn't know the details.
He stepped back half a step without changing his expression.
"Family heirloom. But you..."
His gaze swept over Ling Xiao's intact robes.
"You withstood the aftermath of the Sword Qi without a scratch?"
"Hehe, I'm just tough."
Ling Xiao blinked and suddenly pointed into the distance.
"Look over there! The bone of that old monk!"
Following the direction, Gu Sheng saw a golden Buddha Bone half-buried in the soil, emitting a faint golden light.
The soil around the Buddha Bone was cracked in a lotus shape, as if some invisible force was protecting it.
Gu Sheng approached for a closer look and suddenly shuddered.
On the ring finger of the Buddha Bone's right hand, there was a Qingyu ring, resonating with something in his chest.
He hurriedly pressed his hand to his chest—where lay the bronze key given by his master on his deathbed.
"What are you staring at?"
Ling Xiao's voice came from behind him.
"Hurry up, the main event is starting!"
A thunderous sword cry echoed from afar, and both of them turned their heads simultaneously.
In the depths of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, a brilliant blue pillar of light pierced the sky and earth, within which floated a long sword of ancient design.
The sword's blade was as clear as ice, and a flowing galaxy could be vaguely seen within.
The hilt was surrounded by phantasms of the sun and moon, each rotation causing ripples in space.
"Sun and moon shine together, Sword Qi soars..."
Ling Xiao rarely showed a serious expression.
"It truly is the legendary 'Taixu Divine Sword'."
Gu Sheng's heart raced.
The sharpness emitted by the sword resonated with the Mystic Sky Gang Qi he cultivated.
His True Yuan uncontrollably boiled, and blue patterns, matching the color of the sword's glow, surfaced on his skin.
"Huh?"
Ling Xiao keenly noticed the anomaly.
"Interesting, the Taixu Sword Qi recognizes you."
"What do you mean?"
Gu Sheng suppressed the turmoil within his body.
Ling Xiao did not respond, and suddenly chanted a spell.

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