My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 1137 - 378: Sword Heart Valley

Fu Xi Black Sand!

Staring at the sand beneath the sword blade, Chen Sanshi confird repeatedly that it was indeed the Golden Body Spiritual Item he had been seeking.

He did not approach rashly but suppressed his joy, shifting his gaze back to the sword blade.

These twelve flying swords had reached the level of Spiritual Treasure, crookedly embedded in the soil. While spirit light surrounded them, wisps of sinister energy seeped out from the sword bodies.

"Save !"

"Save !"

"..."

A faint call for help resounded.

"It’s coming from within these swords."

Chen Sanshi frowned, Dragon Abyss quietly gripped in his hand as he cautiously observed the changes ahead.

He saw black mist rising over the flying swords, gradually forming into human shapes. They attempted to ascend, but chains extending from the sword bodies trapped them, unable to break free, eliciting anguished wails.

After several unsuccessful struggles, the grimacing residual souls set their sights on the two living people ahead.

In their eyes, Chen Sanshi discerned a strong sense of anticipation.

"Choose !"

A residual soul with a hooked nose pounded his chest, declaring, "Take away, I am their senior brother, the strongest in Sword Dao!"

"Nonsense!"

Another square-faced cultivator retorted, "I was the champion leader of the previous generation of disciples!"

"What use is a champion leader?!"

Another one-ard residual soul remarked, "If it weren’t for my injury back then, would it be your turn?!"

He shouted at the two, "Choose , I am the one who understands Sword Dao the best, I can definitely teach a good disciple!"

Watching the quarreling Nascent Soul residuals, Chen Sanshi realized they seed like "goods," showcasing their strengths, waiting to be chosen by a custor.

He took out the sword sheath.

The argunt between the residual souls indeed intensified.

"Honored seniors!"

Chen Sanshi raised his voice to interrupt them, asking, "Could you first tell this junior what place this is, and why are you all vying to leave with ?"

The Nascent Soul residuals imdiately quieted down, exchanging glances. Finally, in the corner, a frail, hollow-eyed cultivator pointed to a corner of the Sword Pool, saying, "There is a record, see for yourself."

In the muddy corner, beneath a layer of decaying leaves, Chen Sanshi used his sword to clear them away, revealing a stone slab beneath, inscribed with ancient ant-like text recording the origins of this secret realm.

In Ancient Tis, there was a Sword Dao sect nad "Sword Heart Valley," which was the champion leader of Sword Dao in the Heavenly Water Immortal Cultivation World, renowned for the Divine Skill "All Swords Return to the Ancestor."

At its zenith, Sword Heart Valley was truly a place where Sword Immortals thrived.

Until later, when the Valley Master was ambushed and died, the seven major sects besieged Sword Heart Valley. With no way out, they descended into madness, refining tens of thousands of disciples into sword demons, attempting to forge the legendary "Taiyin Soul Slaying Sword," fortunately stopped in ti by the major sects.

However, the forging was mostly complete, and the Sword Demon’s divine soul of the Valley Master couldn’t be extinguished, ultimately being suppressed and sealed within the Sword Pool.

Later, it was uprooted by the Luoxiao Sect and placed within the Luoxiao Immortal Palace, guarded day and night.

During this period...

The Luoxiao Immortal Sect hadn’t yet started a war with the Cultivation World.

The formation of this secret realm is thus.

As for the twelve flying swords in front, Chen Sanshi didn’t guess wrong, they should be the "Twelve Nascent Soul Saint Heirs" ntioned on the stone tablet.

Their bodies and Nascent Souls were refined into flying swords, leaving only partial residual souls eternally sealed within the sword blades, forced to beco Sword Spirits.

This bondage has lasted several hundred thousand years in darkness without daylight...

No wonder these beings are madly eager to leave.

The residual soul with bugged eyes nervously said, "Young brother, just use your sword sheath to receive a Spiritual Treasure Flying Sword, and you can take away!"

"Go to hell!"

The hooked nose cursed, "Junior brother, you dare compete with ? The entry-level Cultivation Technique you learned at the start was handed down by , your senior brother. Don’t you know how to repay kindness?!"

"Where is the Taiyin Soul Slaying Sword?"

The icy voice of the blind woman interrupted the quarrel.

"Taiyin Sword?"

The hooked nose was montarily stunned, "You want to find Master? I can lead the way!"

The blind woman wasted no words, infusing a wisp of magic artifact power into the sword sheath, which imdiately radiated golden light like a vortex, drawing a flying sword from the ground into it.

As described on the stone tablet, in this way a residual soul can be subdued, serving as an artifact spirit in the future.

Chen Sanshi followed suit, capturing the "junior brother’s" soul along with the flying sword into the sword sheath.

Instantly, he sensed a connection with the flying sword, and by holding the sword sheath, he could control the sword spirit’s life and death.

Though becoming another’s sword slave, the hooked nose and the thin man were still overwhelmingly excited.

"Finally... finally leaving this hellish place!"

"Ye Jiuque, curse your ancestors!"

The hooked nose cursed to the sky, "Once outside, I’ll slaughter all your descendants!"

Ye Jiuque.

Chen Sanshi recalled this na, a renowned Elder of Bai Yujing in Ancient Tis.

"Bai Yujing no longer exists."

He inford, "You’ll probably find no descendants of Ye Jiuque."

"What?!"

The thin man first showed surprise, then joy, "Good! Serves them right, really does!"

"No wonder..."

The hooked nose said dazedly, "Even Bai Yujing is gone, no wonder the Luoxiao Sect no longer exists either."

"Enough small talk."