"Is that so?" Luo Changqing smirked, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

"Li Lingtian, let go of Changqing!"

Xuan Zheng's furious shout was met with Li Lingtian's cold indifference.

Xuan Zheng grew anxious and turned to Wen Qingyu, the Outer Sect Chief, with a clasped fist: "Chief Wen, Li Lingtian is breaking the rules. The Sword Tomb is not the Dao Platform Tournament; fighting is not allowed!"

"Li Lingtian is maliciously harming Luo Changqing!"

"Not so!" From the direction of the Mystic Sword Heavenly Sect, Mu Qingfeng crossed his arms and sneered, "Sect Master Xuan Zheng, open your eyes and see, did Junior Brother Li engage in a fight?"

He then shot Li Lingtian a look, as if to say: well done!

Li Lingtian chuckled, "Sect Master Xuan Zheng, I just happened to choose the same flying sword as Luo Changqing."

"It was an accident that I grabbed his hand."

"What, is there a rule explicitly stating that hand-holding is forbidden?"

"Chief Wen, what do you say?"

Wen Qingyu's lips curled slightly, and she replied calmly, "Without explicit rules, it's not a violation."

"What!? You all..." Xuan Zheng was about to explode with anger.

"Li Lingtian, aren't you going to let go?"

"Yes, I'll let go now."

"Hurry up and let go!"

"Alright, I'll let go now."

Li Lingtian agreed verbally, but showed no intention of releasing his grip.

Meanwhile, Luo Changqing remained calm, looking at Li Lingtian as if he were an idiot.

Moments later.

Li Lingtian was shocked to find that Luo Changqing was completely unharmed!

"Damn, this trash can withstand the seventh level of Dao intent?"

Li Lingtian, unable to harm Luo Changqing, glared at him viciously before finally opening his hand, feigning a dazed expression as he said to Xuan Zheng, "Ah, continuously drawing swords has left me a bit disoriented, hence the delay in letting go."

The cultivators of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect, though aware of Li Lingtian's intentions, breathed a sigh of relief.

However, on the fourth level of the Sword Tomb, Zhao Ling'er frowned repeatedly, "That Junior Brother Changqing is truly spineless."

"Though he's weak, does he really not dare to utter a word against Li Lingtian?"

In the Jade Tower, Mu Qingxuan sneered contemptuously, "This coward doesn't even have the courage to speak to Li Lingtian, utterly worthless!"

Empress Tantai furrowed her brows slightly, somewhat disappointed. As a man, he lacked spirit...

Luo Changqing smiled at the contempt from countless people, swiftly drawing the flying sword in his hand, and in one breath, drew four swords in succession.

He had trained the fourth volume of the Heart Sutra to its peak!

His vision, perception, and spiritual awareness were enhanced twelvefold!

Not far away, Li Lingtian, who had failed to harm anyone, also selected a flying sword, his expression serious.

He knew best that the seventh-level flying sword was extremely dangerous.

He mustered his courage, reached out, and grasped the sword.

The terrifying seventh-level Sword Tomb Dao intent instantly sent him into convulsions, his meridians in disarray, blood oozing from his seven orifices!

Li Lingtian was horrified and desperately tried to release the sword hilt!

At that moment!

A shadow flashed by at lightning speed!

Li Lingtian only caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye before his hand was enveloped by a palm, preventing him from letting go of the sword hilt!

"You!?"

Li Lingtian was terrified, twisting his head to see Luo Changqing's smirking face.

The immense pain caused Li Lingtian's flesh to start disintegrating, blood arrows shooting out!

Panicked, Li Lingtian struggled desperately, only to be shocked by Luo Changqing's overwhelming strength!

Not only could he not break free, but Luo Changqing's Nine Heavens Divine Power crushed his hand, shattering his bones!

"Ah!"

Li Lingtian screamed like a slaughtered pig, "Aren't you a waste? How can you be so powerful!"

The Dao Arena was in an uproar!

Mu Qingfeng was furious, "Luo Changqing, you waste, you're being reckless, let go of my Junior Brother Li!"

Mu Qingxuan and Wen Qingyu were also shocked, not expecting Luo Changqing to dare to do such a thing!

Meanwhile, the terrified Li Lingtian desperately suppressed the terrifying Dao intent.

Gradually, the seventh-level Dao intent seemed to be subdued!

Wen Qingyu sternly ordered, "Luo Changqing, I command you to let go!"

Luo Changqing responded with a casual "Oh," and said, "Sorry, it was a coincidence, we chose the same flying sword."

"Nonsense!" Wen Qingyu was furious, "You little disciple, how dare you mock me, you clearly drew the seventh-level flying sword just now!"

Luo Changqing replied indifferently, "True, I should head to the eighth level."

With that, Luo Changqing lifted off the ground, wind-walking towards the eighth level of the Sword Tomb.

Yet he...

Did not let go!

He actually dragged Li Lingtian along like a dead dog to the eighth level!

Moreover, Luo Changqing was dragging his hand towards an eighth-level flying sword!

Li Lingtian was so scared he nearly lost his soul. The seventh-level flying sword almost killed him; wouldn't the eighth-level flying sword leave him with no place to die?

Li Lingtian let out a piercing scream, "Luo Changqing, you bastard, do you know who I am!"

Luo Changqing's calm voice carried an overwhelming dominance, "Even if you're the Emperor of Heaven, today you'll leave your life here for me!"

"Self-inflicted, no way to live!"

Li Lingtian couldn't believe that this "waste" before him was so ruthless!

Li Lingtian screamed hoarsely, "Sect Master, save me, Senior Brother Mu Qingfeng, save me, I don't want to die ahhh..."

The screams abruptly stopped!

Because Luo Changqing, gripping Li Lingtian's hand, had already grasped the eighth-level flying sword hilt!

In an instant!

The overwhelming terror of the eighth-level Dao intent engulfed Li Lingtian.

His meridians shattered inch by inch!

His internal organs exploded into mush!

His eyeballs bulged to the limit and then burst with a pop!

Boom!

The uncontrolled spiritual power within Li Lingtian's body caused his entire body to explode into a shower of flesh and blood mist!

Silence!

At this moment, the entire Dao Arena fell into a deathly silence!

Empress Tantai's beautiful eyes were filled with deep astonishment, as if she was seeing Luo Changqing for the first time.

From the Sect Master and Elders of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect to the disciples, everyone was dumbfounded!

Senior Sister Zhao Ling'er was pale with fright, whispering in shock, "This, this Junior Brother Luo is too fierce, isn't he? He actually dared to do this? And even more extreme than Li Lingtian?"

"This is not cowardice at all; this is sheer audacity!"

In the Jade Tower!

Wen Qingyu was truly enraged, shouting sharply, "Luo Changqing, how dare you! You actually dared to harm a contestant!"

Luo Changqing looked up, speaking calmly, "Oh? Is there an explicit rule against holding hands?"

Wen Qingyu was nearly choked to death!

This phrase, thrown back at the Chief?

Wen Qingyu fumed, "Still arguing, why did you drag Li Lingtian to the eighth level to his death!"

Luo Changqing chuckled, "Ah, continuously drawing swords left me disoriented, I let go too slowly."

"Accidentally, I took him up with me."

Wen Qingyu was so infuriated that her vision darkened, her body shaking!

Mu Qingfeng was even more enraged, his face flushed, "Luo Changqing, I was as close as brothers with Junior Brother Li, how dare you kill him!"

"I, Mu Qingfeng, swear to the heavens, if I don't tear you to pieces, I'm not human!"

Luo Changqing gave him a dismissive glance, "Noisy."

With that, he ignored Mu Qingfeng's impotent rage and barking.

In the time that followed, Luo Changqing drew the eighth-level flying sword and ascended to the ninth level!

At this moment, he stood as the highest disciple atop the Sword Tomb!

No one could surpass him!

He even drew swords at an increasing speed, pulling out four lower-grade quasi-treasure flying swords from the ninth level in one go!

He trained the fifth volume of the Heart Sutra to its peak!

Then he drew the tenth-level flying sword and stepped onto the eleventh level...

Drawing four upper-grade quasi-treasure flying swords from the eleventh level!

He trained the sixth volume of the Heart Sutra to its peak!

And finally, he stepped onto the twelfth level!

Luo Changqing charged through four levels, leaving everyone else in the dust!

The entire arena was left in stunned silence, the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

All eyes were focused solely on Luo Changqing.

Until this moment.

Luo Changqing had caught up with the record set by Mu Qingxuan!

The twelfth level of the Piaomiao Sword Tomb!

No one expected that a trash-grade disciple could step onto the twelfth level!

Mu Qingfeng was a bit panicked, "Damn, if that waste draws one more sword, then..."

Clang!

Before he could finish!

A clear sword cry echoed through the arena!

All the cultivators present were stunned.

Just when everyone was convinced that the twelfth-level flying sword would cause Luo Changqing immense suffering...

Luo Changqing casually drew out a top-grade quasi-treasure flying sword!

The shocked gazes of the entire arena were fixed on Luo Changqing!

Then, those gazes all turned to the record holder, Mu Qingxuan.

Luo Changqing had matched Mu Qingxuan's record!

Mu Qingxuan was deeply shaken, her lips turning pale!

She couldn't believe that the twelfth-level flying sword, which she had painstakingly drawn, was so easily pulled out by Luo Changqing!

And it was done with such ease, without the slightest effort!

The cultivators of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect were dancing with excitement!

Duan Qingyun was so moved that tears streamed down his old face, "Hahaha, I knew it, Luo Changqing is extraordinary! I was right about him!"

Xuan Zheng, amidst his excitement, glanced at Duan Qingyun, thinking, you didn't always speak of him this way before...

The next moment!

Luo Changqing casually held the flying sword, chuckling, "I thought the twelfth-level flying sword would be astonishing."

"But it's just so-so."

These words pierced Mu Qingxuan's proud self-esteem like a thousand silver needles.

Mu Qingxuan trembled with rage, "Luo Changqing, don't get too cocky!"

"Do you dare to break my Saintess record and challenge the thirteenth-level flying sword!"

Mu Qingfeng was shocked, hastily looking at Mu Qingxuan, his voice as thin as silk, whispering into her ear, "Sister, Luo Changqing has already matched your record, why give him the chance to break it?"

Mu Qingxuan's voice came back with a cold sneer, "Qingfeng, trust your sister, if that coward dares to touch the thirteenth-level flying sword, I guarantee he'll be obliterated!"

Then she looked at Luo Changqing, "Do you dare to step onto the thirteenth level!"

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"Hiss..." The arena was filled with the sound of sharp intakes of breath.

The thirteenth level?

Countless gazes turned towards the thirteenth level of the Sword Tomb!

But the thirteenth, fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth levels of the Sword Tomb were all shrouded in chaotic mist.

These four levels of the Sword Tomb made everyone wary.

Since these four levels were never open, it meant they were forbidden zones!

In the Jade Tower, Empress Tantai's beautiful eyes flashed with doubt, her head tilted slightly, "Sect Master Yuan Ye, why are the last four levels shrouded in chaotic mist?"

The Sect Master of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect, Yuan Ye, smiled slightly and said, "Since the Empress came to our sect, she has been focused on cultivation and hasn't inquired about sect affairs. In that case, let me explain."

"To talk about the Piaomiao Sword Tomb, we must start with an event from long ago."

Empress Tantai nodded slightly, "I would like to hear the details."

In an instant, all the cultivators in the arena perked up their ears.

Sect Master Yuan Ye stroked his beard and gazed skyward, reminiscing, "Eight million years ago, a 'Supreme Four Arts Dao God' descended to the mortal realm, teaching the 'Great Amitabha Sutra' to mortal cultivators."

"The Great Amitabha Sutra is the strongest Four Arts technique in the mortal realm. Once mastered, it provides unimaginable benefits to the arts of alchemy, formations, artifacts, and talismans." Empress Tantai blurted out, clearly aware of this legend.

"Indeed." Sect Master Yuan Ye nodded, "At that time, it caused a global sensation, with countless mortal cultivators coming to listen devoutly. Among them was a cultivator named Shangguan Xi."

"The Great Amitabha Sutra is divided into the upper eight volumes of the Heart Sutra and the lower eight volumes of the Dharma Sutra. Shangguan Xi only comprehended the upper eight volumes of the Heart Sutra and only mastered five of them."

"Until eighty thousand years ago, one of Shangguan Xi's descendants founded the 'Piaomiao Immortal Sect' and passed down the upper eight volumes."

Empress Tantai nodded, "That descendant should be Shangguan Haoran, the founding patriarch of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect."

Sect Master Yuan Ye said, "Indeed, the patriarch was a peerless genius. To cultivate the Heart Sutra, he created the 'Amitabha Tribulation' Dao intent."

"And he infused the Dao intent into the Piaomiao Sword Tomb, allowing future generations of cultivators to practice the Heart Sutra by drawing swords."

"When cultivators endure the damage from the Dao intent, they can operate the Heart Sutra, achieving rapid progress and great success!"

"Yet even so, the patriarch, with the help of the Dao intent, only managed to master six volumes."

Empress Tantai's expression turned serious. So the Sword Tomb was not originally intended for challenges, but for practicing the Heart Sutra.

Suddenly, she thought of something, her slender jade finger pointing at the Sword Tomb, "What if someone attempts to challenge the Sword Tomb without the Heart Sutra?"

Sect Master Yuan Ye's expression grew extremely grave, "Without the Heart Sutra to mitigate the damage from the Dao intent, the twelfth level of the Sword Tomb is the limit a cultivator can endure!"

"Without practicing the Heart Sutra, stepping onto the thirteenth level will..."

"Certainly! Lead! To! Death!"