The roar of the waves suddenly grew louder, and in the distance, the sea surface lit up with the light of talismans. Above was a huge vortex of qi, which should be where the people of the Sword Platform suppressed the power of Guixu.

All rivers on land flow into the sea, and all waters in the sea return to Guixu.

It is recorded in the immortal legends that this is the place where all things come to an end.

There are also rumors that below Guixu lies the Yellow Springs.

Regardless of the various opinions, below the ten-thousand-zhang deep abyss in the sea, past the gates of Guixu, it is no longer the human world.

Such a place also has a heavenly river in the northern lands.

When the immortals and demons were separated, the heavenly river was drawn as the boundary, but do people really know the origin of this boundary? No one knows what is hidden deep within Guixu.

Only the ancestral teachings of the South Sea Sword Platform state that if Guixu cannot be suppressed, it will be a catastrophe of immense proportions.

Back then, when the heavenly river was turbulent and the barrier between immortals and demons was about to break, even the power of Qingjian Pavilion could not hold it. Someone then used a sword to save the heavenly river.

Today, with the anomalies in Guixu, no one knows to what extent it will develop.

The Sword Platform guards this place. If something happens, it will undoubtedly bear the brunt. A hundred years ago, the mortal world changed. Twenty years ago, there were anomalies in the heavenly river. The fate of the immortal way in the human world has declined, which may be the reason for the disturbance in Guixu. Because of this, Lu Lanshan had the idea of re-proposing the North-South Sword Conference, and even wanted to recreate the scene of the three schools of Confucianism, Daoism and Buddhism sitting and discussing the Dao when the immortal way was most prosperous in the human world, so that the long-silent immortal way could become lively again. If fortunate enough to give birth to two or three brilliant figures - figures like Emperor Yan - there would be a chance to revitalize the fate of the immortal way.

Ye Jiuya looked at the undulating sea and said, "How did he die?"

Chen Weichen smiled and said, "As you know, he requested execution from the Heavenly Dao, summoning tens of thousands of purple lightning bolts, and was reduced to ashes."

Ye Jiuya said nothing more, and for a moment there was silence, with only the sound of distant waves.

"Ye Jiuya, I also have something I want to ask you."

"Mm."

"When did you attain your Heartless Dao?"

Ye Jiuya's eyes lowered slightly, the moonlight like silver, outlining his features.

That night was a full moon, but there was no moon, and it snowed heavily outside the window.

When someone left, they said there was a slim chance of survival on this journey. After the fifteenth, there was no need to wait any longer.

As the candlelight burned to the end, the Jiuya Sword suddenly let out a long cry.

In the human world, people cry silently and wail loudly, due to misfortunes in life, loss of parents, or the death of a spouse, child, teacher or friend.

A treasured sword's mournful cry is for its deceased master.

In the direction of Mount Huandang, the snowflakes were large and dense, tossed and swirled by the cold wind, making it impossible to see through.

In the remnant lamplight, he slowly closed his eyes, as if by doing so he could no longer hear that heart-wrenching cry, nor see that drifting snowy scene.

In the end - in the end, he could not suppress it. He opened the door and stood in the wind and snow under the corridor for the entire night.

It turns out that even the everlasting lamp has a day when it will be extinguished.

It turns out that sword could save the heavenly river and the common people, but could not save himself or defy the Heavenly Dao.

The world is vast and boundless; life and death are impermanent.

He replied, "It was also on that night."

Chen Weichen looked at the Jiuya Sword and sneered slightly, "Ye Jiuya, if one day you can let go of this sword, that will be the time you reach the third level of the heavenly realm."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waves surged again, almost reaching the sky.

In the distance, a few points of light suddenly became extremely bright, then dimmed after a brief brilliance.

Amidst the sound of the dark waves hitting the shore, there was a faint low howl.

Ye Jiuya looked at the sea, his long brows slightly furrowed.

The Yanxia Heavenly Pavilion was quite high. In the night, a huge vortex could be vaguely seen sinking into the sea surface. The starlight in the night sky was shaking, as if the dome of the sky was about to pour down.

The vortex churned but was not intense, only slowly, slowly rotating. A low, hoarse rustling sound could be faintly heard, like the sound of wind in a deep stone cave, resounding directly in one's mind. The sound should have come from the sea surface, but it seemed to come from the sky, and also from the deep sea. No matter what, it was indistinguishable, as if coming from an unknowable void.

The area it affected rapidly changed, growing larger and larger, like a ferocious beast from the unfathomable ancient times opening its abyssal jaws to its prey.

Huge waves hit the island shore, and the hurricane brought a wet and cold sea breeze, carrying the salty smell unique to deep seawater. The entire immortal island was like a small boat tossing in the stormy waves, and the Yanxia Heavenly Pavilion where the Heart Tempering Mirror was placed was at the forefront of the waves, bearing the brunt.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and with a thunderous boom, heavy rain poured down.

Chen Weichen was caught off guard and was hit hard by a few raindrops. He instinctively moved closer to Ye Jiuya.

Ye Jiuya made the qi around the two of them surge, isolating them from the wind and rain.

Lu Lanshan flew out from the Biyu Heavenly Pavilion with his attendant elders and disciples.

"Things have come to this point, beyond what human power can change," Lu Lanshan's steady and indisputable voice was heard, "Everyone, please open the Heavenly Gate."

With flashes of light, swords were unsheathed, their qi transforming into a long rainbow that flew towards the Hexu Heavenly Pavilion on the other side of the sea island.

The others beside him followed suit one after another. In an instant, flowing rainbows poured down in the curtain of rain, emitting a dazzling light.

Ye Jiuya also unleashed his sword qi.

Lu Lanshan's voice came from afar, "Thank you, Swordmaster Ye, for your assistance."

The mountain on which the Hexu Heavenly Pavilion stood trembled slightly in the night.

"The immortal island is divided into the Biyu Heavenly Pavilion, Liuli Heavenly Pavilion, Yanxia Heavenly Pavilion and Hexu Heavenly Pavilion. The first three have no deep meaning, but Hexu - the place where the sun and moon emerge from - what kind of place has such a grand name?" Chen Weichen asked Ye Jiuya.

"Sword Mausoleum." But Ye Jiuya was not looking at the Hexu Heavenly Pavilion, but at the vortex.

That vortex in the center of the darkness was actually slowly moving towards the shore - towards the shore of the Yanxia Heavenly Pavilion where the two of them were.

Young Master Chen distanced himself and stayed out of it, watching the fire from across the shore, "It was already turbulent before I came, it wasn't me, it wasn't me."

But the vortex was indeed moving. The beast lurking in the dark night awakened and slowly stepped towards its prey, getting closer and closer to the sea island.

Chen Weichen widened his eyes, forgetting to even fan himself for a moment, "Is it really me?"

As the vortex approached, Lu Lanshan's figure also drew near. Seeing the two people in front of the Heart Tempering Mirror, he asked, "Swordmaster Ye, with the anomalies in Guixu, what has happened here?"

Ye Jiuya's expression was impassive, "I don't know."

Chen Weichen quietly took a step back, trying to hide behind Ye Jiuya.

"Master, at such a good opportunity, should we jump?" He asked in a low voice.

Ye Jiuya: "Jump."

Hearing this inexplicable conversation between the master and disciple, even Lu Lanshan's usually gentle and indifferent eyes couldn't help but show a few traces of confusion.

"Lanshan, we'll discuss the sword conference another day." Ye Jiuya's voice was still as cold as always, "The Sword Mausoleum is open and Guixu can be suppressed. I will find my own way out. Farewell."

Lu Lanshan's eyes widened slightly as he saw the white-robed figure rise into the air like a fleeting shadow, falling like a shooting star towards the center of the swirling black vortex.

At this moment, in the Liuli Heavenly Pavilion, Wen Hui had nothing to do and was tidying up the luggage that his young master had messed up.

He first checked the silver, folded the clothes, and then gathered the miscellaneous jade pendants, tassels, fan pendants, and talismans together.

As he put things back where they belonged one by one, he inadvertently noticed the divination slip beside his hand, the one that his young master had obtained from the old cripple before leaving the city.

This piqued Wen Hui's curiosity, and he flipped the divination slip over.

It was a pitch-black inauspicious sign.

Wen Hui put the divination slip back with a blank expression - it was quite common to draw an inauspicious sign with a young master like this.

Listening to the gradually intensifying sounds of the waves, thunder, wind, and rain, he suddenly felt a sense of unease. He gazed out the window in a daze, thinking that his young master had been out for so long and still hadn't returned.

Suddenly, he saw a dazzling light emanating from the skies across the vast rain and fog, with an overwhelming aura that shook one's soul.

Sword shadows slowly rose from one side.

One, two, about a dozen of them, each with a different radiance, yet all possessing unparalleled might.

Just then, a red figure flashed past the window. It was Lu Hongyan, holding a heavy sword, running swiftly along the corridor, rushing out of the island and into the curtain of rain, leaping forward on the sea waves, heading towards the vortex on the sea surface.

Then came the sound of Xie Lang opening the door next door.

The servant quickly opened the door, just in time to run into Xie Lang, who was walking over in a fluster, holding a cat.

"What's going on?"

"Something big has happened in Guixu! Lord Lanshan has opened the sword tomb!" The black cat was agitated for some reason. Xie Lang had to watch the road while trying to hold down the strong and fat cat, which was quite a handful. Unable to walk fast, he simply shoved the cat into Wen Hui's arms and pulled him by the arm towards the direction of Yanxia Heavenly Pavilion, "Hurry, I just saw Swordmaster Ye and Young Master Chen-"

Xie Lang used his qi to fly across the island with Wen Hui. When they arrived, they saw the figures of Ye Jiuya and Chen Weichen disappearing into the center of the vortex.

"Young Master-" Wen Hui shouted and tried to break free from Xie Lang's grip, but Xie Lang held him tightly.

The center of the vortex was like a huge black eye, truly terrifying. Xie Lang hovered above it, his slender figure compared to the vortex was like a speck of dust, "You can't go, that's Guixu."

But someone was faster and more resolute than them. Lu Hongyan leaped without hesitation, jumping down, but just as she was about to touch the vortex, she was blocked by a surge of qi.

"Lord Canlong, Guixu is perilous."

It was Lord Lanshan who spoke.

Lu Hongyan swung her sword at the qi, "It's none of your business!"

A flash of light intercepted, sword shadows like stars, blocking the shattered Kunlun. Lu Lanshan floated in mid-air, his expression unchanged, "Although I don't know what you are all doing, if Swordmaster Ye goes, he has a slim chance of survival. The immortal path must not lose another lord or marquis."

"If you don't let me pass, his chance of survival will indeed be slim!" Lu Hongyan's eyes were sharp as she raised her sword to slash at him again, "Let me go down!"

But in the end, Lord Lanshan had the upper hand, always firmly blocking her way, not allowing her to advance an inch.

Lu Hongyan was so angry that she almost gritted her teeth to pieces.

Just as the fight was getting intense, they heard Xie Lang shout from the side, "What are you doing!"

A figure plummeted straight down. Seeing this, Lu Lanshan immediately diverted his attention and sent out a sword qi, but it was too late in the end.

Wen Hui fell into the huge eye of the vortex, or perhaps not fell - disappeared without splashing a single drop of water, as if he was mercilessly devoured.

Xie Lang stared blankly at the spot, "I clearly held on tightly, how did he break free... Qingyuan - Qingyuan!"

That moment of distraction gave Lu Hongyan an opportunity. She flashed and grabbed Lu Lanshan's shoulder, throwing him back, and then used the momentum to leap into the air and quickly descend.

Just as she was about to disappear into the vortex like Wen Hui, more than a dozen huge sword shadows surrounded the vortex, humming in unison. Lu Hongyan was hit by the powerful sword qi and then blocked by Lu Lanshan, causing her to spit out blood.

The sword shadows, carrying a sense of ancient desolation and vastness, formed a profound formation. It was unknown whether the huge eye of the vortex had devoured enough prey and decided to close, or was suppressed by this ancient sword formation, but it actually began to shrink gradually.

Lu Lanshan slowly uttered, "Zhen Yuan."

The sword tips all pierced into the seabed, causing another huge disturbance.