Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 162: The Undead in the Sword Tomb

"Yes, those who achieve enlightenment in a different way and reach the ninth realm are cursed by heaven and earth and are not recognized by the great Dao of heaven and earth. Therefore, they will not have the Heavenly Heart Mark, and entering the Emperor Realm... is even more unlikely..."

Du Fang wondered, "But you are the Great Pillar State, the protector of Nancangzhou..."

Changying looked into the distance and whispered her secret:

"I was able to become a Great Pillar because I was a ghost cultivator in my previous life. I built the Nine Realms using countless dead souls. After achieving enlightenment in a different way, I seized the body of the previous Great Pillar and obtained his Heavenly Heart Seal. However, this Heavenly Heart Seal cannot be used by me..."

Lu Wushuang pursed her lips, and Du Fang said nothing.

For more than three hundred years, the people who practice Taoism in Nancangzhou only knew that the guardian was called Changying. Few people knew whether she was a man or a woman. Everyone identified Changying according to the great pillars of other continents.

It is believed that she is also an emperor-level powerhouse at the peak of the ninth realm and one of the eight strongest people in Qingxuan Continent.

Who could have imagined that the Great Pillar State was actually possessed by a ghost cultivator who had achieved enlightenment in the ninth realm.

Chang Ying saw the puzzled look in Du Fang's eyes and slowly explained:

"The White Desolate Lord of the Longyuan Sword Sect naturally knows my secret. She also wants to follow my example, kill me, take my Heavenly Heart Seal, and become the guardian of Nancangzhou..."

"However, her alternative method of achieving enlightenment is too cruel. If I fail in this duel and become her soul, then not only the people of Nancangzhou, but all the people and creatures of the entire Jiuzhou, including the cultivators, will become blood food for her sword spirit. This evil method of feeding instrument spirits has been lost for ten thousand years. Who would have thought that it would reappear in the world ten thousand years later..."

Du Fang didn't say anything. This method of absorbing living souls and feeding sword spirits was brought out by him and Li Qingshuang from the ancient tomb of the Human Emperor.

Li Qingshuang's body was taken away, and her soul was devoured by Bai Zhi, who took away her memory.

The Empress Qingyao's divine consciousness was just intended for him to use it to kill the other two immortal spirits, but it ended up causing a great catastrophe. Their two disciples of Lingxiao actually made wedding dresses for the Lord Baihuang of Longyuan.

Changying stared at him with her beautiful eyes:

"The reason I'm telling you this is so I can ask you to help me during the sword fight!"

"You are not sure of defeating her?" Du Fang was very surprised. Logically speaking, Changying had been in the Ninth Realm for more than a hundred years, and her cultivation level should be at least the third level of the Immortal Realm.

Bai Zhi had just broken through to the ninth realm, so even with the help of that strange sacrificial method, she should not be able to withstand it.

Changying suddenly laughed, as if laughing at his ignorance.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chang Ying said leisurely, "When you fainted, Bai Zhi slashed open the Abyss with a single sword. Inside, there were powerful beings who had died in the ancient Dao Court. These people were all figures from the prehistoric mythology of ten thousand years ago. Each of them was a figure whose soul had reached the pinnacle of the ninth realm..."

"After ten thousand years of corrosion, they have all degenerated into undead spirits, living off the blood of prehistoric beasts and yellow birds..."

When Du Fang heard this, his body suddenly trembled.

Chang Ying continued:

"Back then, the Qinghua Empress of Longyuan captured the Yellow Bird, a prehistoric alien species, and suppressed it beneath the Abyss Ruins in order to preserve these undead spirits and enable them to survive until Baizhi's generation. Without the Yellow Bird's blood and energy, these undead spirits would have long been eroded by the power of time!"

Du Fang said in a trembling voice, "Are you afraid of these undead spirits?"

"Bai Zhi collected all these undead spirits into Longyuan's sword tomb to nurture the ninth-rank divine sword and sword spirit. She did this to demonstrate her strength to me, so that I would retreat and hand over the Heavenly Heart Seal, allowing her to achieve the reputation of a Great Pillar of the State..."

Having said that, Chang Ying stretched out his hand and took Cheng Ying, who was beside Du Fang, in his hand. He looked at her for a long time and sighed softly:

"This was originally a divine sword from the ancient times, but unfortunately, after ten thousand years of corrosion, the sword spirit has been shattered. If you cannot cultivate the sword spirit, then, for the rest of your life, you will be suppressed by the blood demon Bai Zhi..."

Du Fang's mind suddenly jumped.

"How can I cultivate a sword spirit?"

"Isn't the solution right in front of you? Those undead spirits in the Dragon Abyss Sword Tomb are your chance!"

"I understand!"

Du Fang did understand that Changying was not trying to use her numbers to surround the minority. This was the dignity of a cultivator. She knew that she was not sure of defeating Baizhi, so she wanted him to absorb the undead in the sword tomb.

This is a huge temptation. From now on, she will cultivate a true sword spirit, and the Great Pillar State Changying will continue to be her guardian.

But Du Fang still asked hesitantly:

"You mean, use the blood of the immortals to absorb the undead spirits buried in the sword tomb?"

"Yes, once Bai Zhi integrates these undead spirits into the Blood Rainbow Demon Sword and nurtures them into ferocious ninth-order sword spirits, then... you and I... and the 80 million people of Nancangzhou..."

Changying didn't say the outcome, but Du Fang knew it very well.

If Bai Zhi succeeds, that would be a true killing force. As long as there are any emperor-level cultivators standing in her way, the only ones who would suffer would be countless civilians, just like the millions of undead in Longqi City.

"I promise you!"

"Okay, since we are allies, I will tell you a way to reach the Ninth Realm in the future, as a token of my gratitude!"

Du Fang wondered, "Doesn't the method of reaching the ninth level rely on one's own understanding and gradual enlightenment?"

Chang Ying sneered disdainfully when he heard his foolish words:

"Look at Bai Zhi, did she figure it out on her own? Do you know what it takes to reach the ninth level?"

"what?"

"Purple and green energy!"

"What is this?"

Changying smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that you know nothing about the history of our Jiuzhou..." Du Fang scratched his head awkwardly.

"Ten thousand years ago, during the catastrophe that destroyed all races, the world's cultivation and immortality skills were taken away by the three saints of heaven and earth and returned to the way of heaven..."

"You know this, right?"

"I know!" Du Fang nodded.

"Later, the Human Emperor pierced the Immortal Realm, his sword descended upon the mortal world, and his magic rained down like rain. The alternative method of achieving enlightenment was also passed down from that time. Therefore, I... and Lord Baihuang, we all have to thank this last Human Emperor—Diqiu!"

"The Immortal Realm was damaged, and the spiritual energy of the Nine Continents began to overflow and dry up. So, someone created the Immortal Flower and used it to slaughter human beings to maintain the spiritual energy of the Nine Continents for cultivation..."

Du Fang didn't understand and asked, "Why does spiritual energy only appear after killing human beings?"

Chang Ying sneered again:

"You are a spirit. Three days ago, a catastrophe struck Xingluo City. Didn't you see clearly? The souls of those you killed were absorbed by your blood, and their bodies turned into spiritual energy of heaven and earth, drifting across the world..."

Du Fang's whole body suddenly froze, as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head.

My body is shivering with cold.

The scene of the massacre in Xingluo City, almost every scene engraved in his bones, now emerged again: