C86 (1/2)

In a nameless cave in the Western Mountain, a young cultivator was leaning against the cave entrance with a sword in hand. The bone-like longsword in his hand was constantly releasing sharp sword Qi, hitting down the flying sword close to the cave entrance time and time again.

After a moment, the young man's arm that was holding the sword began to tremble and the sword began to hum. Within the dense sword net, it was as if there was some kind of creature roaring.

A few of the flying swords attempted to follow the youth into the cave. However, just as they entered the cave, they were struck down by the flashing sword in the cultivator's hand. The remaining flying swords seemed to have minds of their own, and upon seeing this, they retreated from the cave.

The cultivator then put down his sword and let out a long breath. He leaned against the rock wall and sat down, and his gaze turned towards the blue fire burning in the cave.

This ball of fire didn't burn any fuel, but a fist-sized, warm, jade-like crystal. In this space without any darkness, this kind of crystal, which was produced underground, was especially important for lighting up the area.

”Tsk tsk, looks like I have to move again. I only have three pieces of 'fuel' left.”

Zhou Tong mumbled to himself, and then, a painful expression appeared on his face: ”It's only been a month, and this is the third time I'm moving, can I stay in one place for a while?!”

As he said that, Zhou Tong picked up a small stone and fiercely threw it. Perhaps because he was stronger, the force produced by his sleeves was so strong that it almost extinguished the small flame.

Ever since he had been tricked by the sect's masters into this damned place, Zhou Tong had practically never rested for a day.

This so-called Jade Light Sword Tomb, was completely different from the 'put down many swords, and let me choose as I please' that Zhou Tong had understood.

Putting aside the fact that there was no solution to the problem of food and water here, just the riots that happened once every three days, which Zhou Tong called 'the great battle of swords and sabers', had already caused Zhou Tong to feel exhausted.

The swords that were lying still in the cave, were all good stuff like what Zhou Tong had thought, but these swords were all activated by restrictions, as though they were alive, let alone taking them away, just dealing with them would already make it difficult for Zhou Tong.

”We're still three days away from that whatever mountain over there. If we can't make it before the next big battle, we're done for.”

With a bitter smile and a shake of his head, Zhou Tong leaned against the rock wall and quietly sat down.

It had to be said, although cultivators could eat and drink for a long time from the moment the Dao entry level was activated, it was truly hard for them to not eat and drink for such a long period of time.

A month ago, his sect's master had deceived him into this damned place without even giving him an explanation. All of the methods of survival here had been figured out by Zhou Tong, which made Zhou Tong feel extremely dissatisfied.

In a place like this, even if the living conditions were very poor and one's life was not guaranteed, it had to be said that the effect of cultivating here was countless times better than outside.

The flying swords that were driven by the restrictive spells could be said to be of high quality. Each flying sword, on the other hand, retained the most powerful technique of its owner when he was alive.

That's right, the Jade Light Sword Tomb could be considered as the Star Gauze Sword Sect's cemetery, every sword buried here was either an expert who walked out of the Star Gauze Sword Sect before they died, or it was a disciple who died in battle here, so much so that any of these flying swords had the combat power of the Dao entry stage cultivator.