Chapter 571
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Chapter 571: The Burial Ground!
Su Yi’s expression was serious. Ahead, amidst the mountains, a towering peak stood out against the horizon, exuding grandeur and majesty.
The peak appeared as if multiple mountains had fused together, presenting a magnificent and imposing sight.
From the summit of the peak, a faint but eerie aura spread into the air, reaching across the distance. Even from this far, Su Yi couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling growing in his heart.
This aura was similar to the menacing presence he had felt during two previous encounters, almost as if it were the same one.
“Zoom…”
Soon, Yun Lingfeng, Jiang Xiwen, Qin Fang, and several other disciples mobilized their energy, swiftly advancing.
Mu Yao, Ying Qianqian, and Gong Qi, the three women, each moved forward gracefully, seemingly intent on keeping up.
“The ancestral remains are on that mountain. We must be cautious—this path is not without danger,” Situ Muyang cautioned Su Yi.
“We should fly there, it would be much faster.”
A smile curved on Su Yi’s lips, for he had already cultivated the Hundred Transformations Step to the third level, allowing him to condense his energy into twin wings, offering him a significant advantage.
“If you really want to fly, you’ll regret it,” Situ Muyang chuckled, glancing at Su Yi. “Right now, it’s safest to stay concealed; drawing attention could bring danger.”
“Is that so?”
Su Yi frowned. As Liu Yunchuan, Zhang Diyun, Jian Shiyi, and the others moved on, he noticed they were not releasing much energy. He realized that the more energy one released, the higher the danger they might face.
The two of them continued their journey, cautiously gathering their energy as they moved toward the towering peak.
In this space, the atmosphere felt dim, as though the sunlight had been completely drained.
Even the air was thick with a mist-like energy, as if the breath of an immense, hidden tomb filled the atmosphere, making the air feel oppressive.
The mountain paths, connected by weathered stone trails, bore no vegetation. The place exuded an ancient, lifeless feeling.
Su Yi was deeply moved. He had no idea how many mighty figures the Divine Sword School had produced, but as he stepped into this eerie place, it dawned on him that this was the final resting place of many of the school’s most powerful practitioners.
After some time, Mu Yao, Yun Lingfeng, Liu Yunchuan, and the others had disappeared from view.
Not one, but multiple mountain paths wound through the mountains, all leading toward the imposing peak in the distance.
Not long after, they arrived at a massive stone where a pristine white skeleton sat cross-legged. It was draped in a tattered robe, upon which the Divine Sword School’s emblem could faintly be made out.
The skull was tangled with long, black hair that partially obscured its face, revealing only glimpses of bone. Before it, a precious sword was thrust upside-down into the stone, covered in dust.
Situ Muyang stepped forward and bowed respectfully, seemingly sensing something. “This was a predecessor of the Divine Sword School, a powerful practitioner who passed away here,” he said softly.
Su Yi, too, approached and bowed. Now, as a disciple of the Divine Sword School, he felt a deep reverence for this ancestor’s remains.
As he looked at the skeletal remains before him, it was clear the body was nothing more than bones now, devoid of any signs of life—dull and lifeless.
Su Yi examined the remains closely, noticing small black spots on the bones, as though they had been corroded by some mysterious force.
“This sword is also a treasure, it’s at least a Dao Tool.”
Situ Muyang spoke to Su Yi. “The sword before this powerful ancestor is a treasure—at least at the Dao Tool level.”
“Dao Tool…”
Su Yi’s eyes immediately lit up upon hearing this. He stared intently at the dusty sword.
A Dao Tool-level sword, even at its beginner stage, would be priceless.
In the world of weapons, there are various levels: Yuan Weapons, Xuan Weapons, Spirit Weapons, Dao Tools, Dharma Tools, and Sacred Tools.
A Spirit Weapon already has its own awakened spirit and works in harmony with its user.
Situ Muyang explained, “Dao Tools are said to have reached a state of perfection, capable of merging with their owners.”
“Don’t stare at it too long. While it is a precious treasure, it is a Dao Tool with its own spirit. It will choose its owner. You can try to communicate with it, but remember that in the Divine Sword Valley, you can only take one treasure. If you choose this sword, you will not be able to obtain what the ancestor left behind,” Situ Muyang warned Su Yi.
“Is that so?”
Su Yi immediately shook his head. While the Dao Tool was indeed valuable, his primary goal for entering the Divine Sword Valley was to obtain the legacy of the Divine Sword School’s ancestor.
It made sense now—whenever disciples of the Divine Sword School passed this place, none had taken the sword.
“Bzzz!”
Suddenly, the dusty sword began to vibrate, sending the dust scattering and filling the air with a radiant light.
The light was accompanied by a mysterious black mist, creating an eerie and chilling atmosphere.
“Swoosh…”
Before them, the long-dead skeleton emitted a dark glow from its eye sockets.
“Boom!”
A chilling aura suddenly erupted from the skeleton’s long black hair, causing the tattered robe to flutter wildly.
“Swoosh…”
In the blink of an eye, the skeleton seemed to come back to life. It raised its hand and drew the sword in front of it. A flash of sword light, quick as lightning, slashed toward Su Yi and Situ Muyang.
“Oh no!”
Su Yi’s expression changed drastically. He immediately pushed the Hundred Transformations Step to its limits, pulling Situ Muyang, who had not yet fully reacted, into a swift retreat.
“Boom…”
The sword light passed, slicing through the ground and leaving a deep crack. Pebbles scattered, and sand flew into the air.
“What just happened?”
Situ Muyang regained his senses, still feeling the lingering fear. If Su Yi hadn’t moved in time, the consequences would have been catastrophic.
“On the mountain, go, go quickly…”
As Su Yi and Situ Muyang prepared themselves, alarmed by the transformation, the skeleton suddenly spoke. Its voice was hoarse and weak, but with an eerie undertone. A glimmer of light flickered within its darkened eye sockets.
With one hand gripping the sword, the skeleton drove it into the rocky ground again, causing the surrounding terrain to crumble. It pointed toward the majestic mountain and urgently said, “Go quickly!”
“Hurry, run quickly…”
Su Yi did not understand what had occurred, but the ominous transformation of the skeleton and the heavy aura it emitted made it clear—staying here was not an option.
Had they not dodged in time, an ordinary cultivator in the Yuan True Realm would not have survived the sword strike.
“Swoosh…”
Without hesitation, they fled, hearts pounding with fear.
Only after the sounds of the skeleton had faded into the distance did Su Yi and Situ Muyang slow their pace.
“What just happened?”
Situ Muyang still felt a chill running through him, his heart racing. Despite knowing there would be danger within Divine Sword Valley, he hadn’t expected such an eerie and sudden turn of events right before his eyes.
