Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1269

"No!" The middle-aged man in the purple robe suddenly shouted.

"The Sword Qi is weakening!"

The two Green River Elders, upon hearing this, immediately released their Divine Thought to investigate.

They saw a look of wild joy in each other's eyes.

"It's not the resurrection of the Divine Spirit..." the fat elder's voice trembled.

"It's the burst of energy from the Divine Sword!"

The thin elder's eyes gleamed brilliantly.

"The Divine Sword used by the Ancient Divine Spirit during life... must be brought back to the Holy Land!"

Greed shattered their fear of the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

Dozens of powerful figures from the Qinghe Holy Land turned into streams of light, rushing into the depths of the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

Other cultivators from various holy lands also reacted and sped up their journey.

"Quick! We mustn't let the Qinghe Holy Land get there first!"

"The Divine Sword is mine!"

Amidst the mad shouting, no one noticed a gray shadow silently approaching.

It was an elderly man with a weathered face, none other than the Tianlan Grand Elder.

"This kid..."

The Grand Elder looked towards the direction of the Sword Qi with a bitter smile.

"The disturbances grow larger each time."

He had originally been tracking Gu Sheng's whereabouts, and hadn't expected that upon receiving news, the other side had already caused such an astonishing change.

The Tianlan Saint Master was horrified when he found out and sternly ordered him to ensure Gu Sheng's safety.

"The Saint Master's order, the old man must abide by."

The Grand Elder muttered to himself, but when he looked at the gradually dissipating Sword Qi, his heart lost confidence.

"But such power..."

Shaking his head, he sped up.

No matter what, he must find Gu Sheng before anyone else.

The first batch of strong figures reaching the edge of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge were stunned from their discovery that the legendary Death Forbidden Zone had already changed beyond recognition.

"Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge... destroyed?"

The originally eerie and terrifying ridge was now filled with crisscrossing gullies, and those frightening Ancient Arrays and deadly traps were all obliterated under the Sword Qi.

The whole Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge seemed as if the Heavenly God had cleaved it with a giant sword; in the center, a deep abyss stretched down without end.

"Look quickly! Someone is coming out over there!"

Following the sound, the crowd saw a figure quietly leaving on the other side of the abyss.

The person was dressed in a black robe and wore a strange black mask; there was no aura as he walked, almost impossible to detect without actually seeing him.

"It's Gu Sheng! He's running off with the Divine Sword!"

"Chase!"

The cries of pursuit erupted, dozens of silhouettes rushing towards the abyss.

Yet before they could approach, remnants of the Sword Qi in the abyss suddenly turned violent, shredding the leading figures into mist of blood!

"Damn it! The abyss can't be crossed!"

The crowd was forced to halt, watching helplessly as the black-robed silhouette vanished from sight.

...

In a dense forest a hundred miles away, Gu Sheng stopped.

"Gu! Wait for me!"

A familiar voice came from behind. Gu Sheng turned, seeing Ling Xiao catching up, panting heavily.

"You were hiding in Blood River the whole time?"

Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow.

Ling Xiao awkwardly scratched his bald head.

"The enemies were too many, the little monk truly dared not show himself... Later, with that earth-shattering sword, I feared being mistakenly injured, so..."

Gu Sheng knowingly nodded.

That sword indeed possessed overwhelming power, so much so that without the soul body in the Divine Sword's guidance, even he would lose control.

"Where to now?"

Ling Xiao worriedly asked.

"Those major forces will absolutely not let this rest."

Gu Sheng brushed his mask, suddenly inquiring.

"Do you know the origin of this mask?"

Ling Xiao, taken aback, scrutinized it closely and shook his head.

Gu Sheng pressed the black mask against his face, feeling a cool sensation transmitted. He could sense his own aura being twisted and altered by some mysterious force.

Donning a large black robe and a shabby straw hat, he instantly transformed from a God of Slaughter wielding the Divine Sword into a Loose Cultivator filled with malevolent energy.

"How do I look?"

Gu Sheng lowered his voice and asked.

Ling Xiao looked up and down, his eyes flashing with surprise.

"Completely unrecognizable! Even the aura has changed, this mask..."

"Given by the Grand Elder."

Gu Sheng touched the mask.

"Said it could save a life at a critical moment."

Ling Xiao thoughtfully nodded, also swiftly changing his attire.

Stowing away his Buddhist Magical Artifact, he donned coarse linen clothing, his aura restrained like an ordinary person, resembling a mendicant monk.

The two wasted no time, leaving the range of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge at maximum speed.

As they traversed a barren desert, Gu Sheng couldn't help but glance back—

In the distant sky, terrifying auras plummeted toward the direction of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

Among them, a few auras were so strong that even now, he felt his heart pounding.

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