Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 395 Old eunuch, you're still alive? Take this sword strike!

This ancestor of the Qingyun Sect, who has been in seclusion for hundreds of years, is a peerless figure with the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection, only half a step away from the Divine Transformation stage.

The commotion he caused when he comprehended the Karma Slash and forged countless sword intents was too great, and it eventually alerted the ancestor.

Chen Fan's mind raced.

escape?

At this moment, the area outside the Sword Tomb must have been sealed off, with Daoist Qinglian personally overseeing the operation. Forcing your way in would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

war?

The gap between a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage and a Core Formation cultivator at the mid-stage is like an insurmountable chasm. Even with the Karmic Severing Technique in hand, the chances of victory are less than 10%.

But there was no panic in Chen Fan's eyes.

He also has a bowl.

With a single thought, one can enter the world within the bowl, and no matter how powerful one's cultivation, one will not be able to find a trace of them.

But to just leave like this seems... too easy for the Qingyun Sect.

Chen Fan slowly turned around, facing the entrance to the Sword Tomb.

He drew his eleven swords once more.

This time, the sword was no longer shrouded in a pale gray-white hue, but rather in a dense, impenetrable aura of cause and effect, like ink and mist, swirling around its blade. Wherever the sword tip pointed, the air itself spontaneously parted, creating a strange vacuum.

The cave began to shake more and more violently.

A dull thud echoed from outside the black iron gate, the sound of the barrier being forcibly broken. With a deafening explosion, the heavy black iron gate shattered like paper, scattering fragments everywhere!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure slowly stepped into the Sword Tomb.

He was an old man dressed in a plain blue Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and calm, serene eyes, as if he had seen through all the ways of the world.

His steps were slow, yet each step followed a mysterious rhythm, freezing even the sword intent flowing in the air wherever he went.

It was none other than the patriarch of the Qingyun Sect, Daoist Qinglian.

He was followed by more than ten people, the leader of whom was a middle-aged man in purple robes with a late-stage Core Formation cultivation level and a sinister face. He was none other than Yun Haizi, the law enforcement elder of the Qingyun Sect.

The rest were all elite disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage, each with a refined aura and sharp, sword-like eyes.

The Azure Lotus Daoist's gaze swept over the Sword Tomb, and when he saw that the central sword platform and the surrounding stone tablets were intact, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But when his gaze fell on Chen Fan, especially on the eleven swords in Chen Fan's hand that were imbued with the essence of cause and effect, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Old eunuch, you are indeed still alive!" Daoist Qinglian spoke, his voice not loud, yet like the morning bell and evening drum, echoing endlessly in the cave. "Presumably, the sealing of the Qingyun Sect was also your doing?"

Chen Fan smiled without saying a word!

He was just waiting.

Once all these people have entered the Sword Tomb, once they have taken their positions, once the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage has completely enveloped the entire cave.

Seeing that Chen Fan did not answer, Yun Haizi's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He stepped forward and shouted, "The ancestor is asking you a question, why don't you kneel down and answer! The Hidden Sword Pavilion is a forbidden area of ​​the sect, anyone who enters without permission will die! If you surrender now, you may be spared a whole corpse!"

Chen Fan remained silent.

He slowly raised the eleven swords in his hand, their tips pointing towards the ground.

The causal meaning on the sword grew stronger and stronger, gradually condensing into a tangible gray-white mist that flowed down the sword. When it touched the ground, it did not dissipate, but instead spread across the ground like a living thing, silently outlining a minimalist array.

Qinglian Daoist frowned slightly.

He sensed a kind of "intention" he had never seen before!

That wasn't killing intent, sword intent, or any kind of power he was familiar with.

The meaning was like silk threads, seemingly both real and unreal, as if connected to something deeper.

"Be careful," Qinglian Daoist suddenly warned.

But it was too late.

Chen Fan made a move.

Instead of swinging his sword at anyone, he plunged the eleven swords into the ground!

"Clang!"

The sword penetrated three-tenths of an inch into the stone.

The next moment, centered on the tip of the sword, the array diagram outlined with the concept of cause and effect suddenly burst into light!

Grayish-white mist shot into the sky, instantly enveloping the entire cave!

That wasn't an attack, it was a "mark".

The true terror of the Karma Slash lies not in how sharp the sword is, but in the fact that the "effect" is already determined before the slash is even made.

In the instant the mist filled the air, Qinglian Daoist, Yun Haizi, and the dozen or so Foundation Establishment disciples inside the Sword Tomb all felt a faint stinging pain deep within their souls, as if their life souls were being entangled by invisible threads.

"Playing tricks!" Yun Haizi sneered, and a purple flying sword flew out from his sleeve. The sword transformed into a stream of light and went straight for Chen Fan's throat!

This sword strike was as fast as lightning, containing the full power of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator. Before the sword even arrived, its sharp sword energy had already plowed a deep trench in the ground.

Chen Fan didn't even glance at it.

He drew his eleventh sword, his figure drifting backward like smoke, while simultaneously forming a hand seal with his left hand and uttering a low utterance:

"cut."

There was no earth-shattering sword light.

It lacked the overwhelming power to destroy everything in its path.

Only a thin, grayish-white line emerged from the void, as thin as a hair and as faint as a wisp of smoke, gently tracing the blade of Yun Haizi's flying sword.

"Click."

A soft sound.

The purple flying sword, which was at least a high-grade spiritual weapon, broke in half like rotten wood, with the break as smooth as a mirror.

Yun Haizi's expression changed drastically. His natal flying sword was destroyed, and his soul was injured. He groaned and staggered back three steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

But that's not all.

The thin, grayish-white line did not disappear after severing the flying sword; instead, it continued to extend along some mysterious trajectory, lightly sweeping over the three Foundation Establishment disciples behind Yun Haizi.

Before the three could even react, the protective aura burst like a bubble, their bodies stiffened, and the light in their eyes dimmed instantly.

There were no wounds, no bloodstains.

The three of them fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

died.

He died silently and mysteriously.

The other Foundation Establishment disciples retreated in shock, their faces filled with fear.

A flicker of emotion finally crossed Qinglian Daoist's eyes.

He figured it out!

That was no ordinary sword intent; it was a power involving cause and effect! It wasn't severing the physical body, but rather destiny, the threads of the soul, and the very foundation of existence!

"Retreat!" With a flick of his sleeve, Daoist Qinglian unleashed a gentle yet irresistible force that swept the remaining Foundation Establishment disciples backward.

He then stepped forward and raised his hand as if to press down.

A blue lotus flower appeared in his palm, slowly blooming. With each petal that unfolded, a blue halo rippled outwards. Wherever the halo passed, the gray-white mist melted away like snow meeting the blazing sun.

"The realm of cause and effect... you've actually touched upon that level." Daoist Qinglian stared at Chen Fan, his tone becoming serious for the first time. "Unfortunately, your cultivation is too low. Even with the realm of cause and effect, you can't unleash even a fraction of its potential."

As soon as he finished speaking, the green lotus in his palm suddenly began to spin faster!

All nine petals open!

Nine cyan halos overlapped, transforming into a mighty torrent of clear light that swept towards Chen Fan!

The clear light, though seemingly gentle, actually contained the vast spiritual power of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage. Wherever it passed, even space itself was slightly distorted. The white jade slabs paving the Sword Tomb shattered inch by inch, and the jade walls of sword intent on both sides trembled violently, the light marks on the walls flickering uncertainly, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged.

He knew he couldn't withstand this attack, nor did he need to.

All he had to do was unleash that one sword strike.

That sword strike embodied all his sword intent, all his understanding of cause and effect, and all his essence and spirit.

The 11th anniversary celebration has been raised again!