Chapter 135 Illusion
Shadows gathered in the space. The disciples of the three major sects witnessed the inheritance of their ancestors and were so excited that they broke through the air one after another. As their figures shuttled back and forth, there were continuous explosions and whistling winds.
Shangguan Jiannan followed closely behind at a quick pace.
Everyone from Liuyun Sword Sect, including Nangong Yue, had already stepped in, and the rest followed closely with great enthusiasm. As they passed through the film-like air shield, the scene before them suddenly changed, the main hall disappeared, leaving only a vast sea of fire.
"It's undoubtedly an illusion."
Although Shangguan Jiannan had expected this, he was still stunned, "Flames again?" Looking at the flames raging all around him, he smiled bitterly. This was the second time he had come face to face with flames.
Suddenly, the long sword was unsheathed, and the Slaying Heaven Sword was shining brightly. Wherever the sword light went, the flames retreated as if they were hit by a hurricane. Although the temperature was extremely high, it was difficult to get close.
Shangguan Jiannan showed a look of delight, "The Slaughtering Heaven Sword is indeed able to control fire."
He secretly rejoiced, thinking back to the Red Kirin Fire in the underground space, which was much hotter than this, and felt more confident.
With a "whoosh" sound, the Sky-Slaying Sword was swung, heat waves rolled, and the flames seemed to sense the threat and automatically parted the path.
Shangguan Jiannan pointed his sword in all directions, the sound of the sword rang out clearly, his steps were firm, and his eyes wandered in the sea of fire, looking for clues to move forward.
In the sea of fire, fire snakes were winding like tumbling dragons, and the air was extremely hot. However, under the protection of the Slaying Heaven Sword, Shangguan Jiannan was able to handle it with ease.
He knew very well that in this trial land, only by moving forward courageously could he uncover the mystery of inheritance.
Surrounded by flames, but unable to get close.
In the center of the sea of fire, only a slight crackling sound echoed and gradually spread.
Suddenly, a fire broke out in front of him, rushing towards Shangguan Jiannan like a raging tide.
"Dark Night Heart Sword!" He muttered softly, and then swung out the Sky-Slaying Sword. Wherever the tip of the sword went, the space trembled. Countless sword energies were like dragons emerging from the sea, instantly tearing the sea of fire into pieces. The sparks of fire dissipated into nothingness.
Shangguan Jiannan moved swiftly, following the guidance of the sword. The flames around him automatically retreated, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.
The deeper they went into the sea of fire, the more intense the heat became. But for Shangguan Jiannan, it was no longer a threat.
Occasionally, there would be blazing flames in his face, but they were easily dissipated due to the protection of the Slaying Heaven Sword.
He had been wandering in the sea of fire for a while, and all he could see was red.
"Even if it is an illusion, there must be a way out."
He thought to himself that even though the Slaying Heaven Sword protected his body from damage, the continuous heat waves still made him frown and feel impatient.
"Am I really going to be trapped here forever?" As time passed, my worries grew.
Despite his sword and fire resistance, the constant heat and monotony made even him feel tired and confused.
There was silence all around, and the fellow warriors seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.
Suddenly, a narrow passage appeared in the flames ahead. Shangguan Jiannan moved forward cautiously, taking every step carefully. The heat wave was still surging, but he was no longer afraid.
The moment I took that step, the sky spun and the earth spun. Then, a cool breeze blew on my face, replacing the previous heat and oppression.
He opened his eyes and found that he was far away from the sea of fire. The air around him became fresh and pleasant, as if he was reborn.
The red in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by clarity.
Looking back, he saw many warriors behind him, with different expressions, some happy and some afraid. Among them was Chu Qingxuan, with surprise and fear mixed on her face. Shangguan Jiannan could only stand on the edge helplessly, knowing that it was pure luck that he could step into this place - if the Slaughter Heaven Sword had not broken through the flames, he would have been in deep trouble.
The sight is focused in front, on a stone bed, on which lies a body, with eyes closed and legs crossed, with a peaceful face. Time seems to have left no trace on its skin, which is still as smooth as new.
And in front of the body, stood a woman - Nangong Yue.
She was wearing a green shirt and holding a green short sword. Her hair was a little messy, but it couldn't hide her cold temperament.
Facing the body, she remained silent until Shangguan Jiannan's appearance broke the silence. She turned around in surprise, with disbelief flashing in her eyes.
"You, actually came here too."
There was a hint of surprise and complexity in Nangong Yue's voice.
In the past, she was a favored child of heaven, the center of everyone's attention; he was born in poverty, alone and helpless.
Because she valued his talent, she extended a helping hand, but she did not expect that things are unpredictable and the two eventually parted ways due to misunderstanding.
That night, she cried out in despair in the sea of fire. She wanted to make amends but was rejected. In a fit of anger, they went their separate ways.
In the netherworld, fate brings the two together again.
Nangong Yue had sensed Shangguan Jiannan's presence outside this place long ago, but at that time, he was just an inconspicuous member among many disciples.
Now, in this place where their ancestors passed down their heritage, the two met again, and the past seemed like a lifetime ago.
Faced with Shangguan Jiannan's growth and transformation, Nangong Yue felt mixed emotions.
The boy who was once at a loss under Wang Feng's attack is now able to stand on his own and stand at the same height as her.
At this moment, there seemed to be a thousand words between the two of them, but they didn't know where to start.
When they met again, the young man from Tiger Wing City had already climbed to the pinnacle, and even Nangong Yue had to face his brilliance.
A crisp ringing sound cut through the air and fell clearly into Shangguan Jiannan's ears.
Nangong Yue said calmly: "This inheritance belongs to me."
Faced with this heir of Liuyun Sword Sect, whom he had once been indifferent to, Shangguan Jiannan was speechless for a moment. He could only nod blankly, step aside, and watch in silence.
There was a hint of surprise in Nangong Yue's reaction, which then turned into a subtle and complex emotion. She slightly opened her red lips, wanting to say something but stopping herself, and finally just smiled faintly, her cheeks slightly red, and beads of sweat on them.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, relaxed her whole body, then raised her hands lightly, surrounded by green spiritual energy, and slowly walked into the place of inheritance.
The spiritual energy was like a tide, instantly enveloping the target's body, forming a dazzling curtain of light. Nangong Yue's figure trembled slightly, but her eyes burst into unprecedented surprise.
She stared at the body, and the green aura around her became increasingly dense, as if even the air was resonating.
Shangguan Jiannan watched from afar, feeling mixed emotions, gratitude and resentment intertwined, which eventually turned into silent watch.
He held the Sky-Slaying Sword in his hand, with the sword light flashing, but he dared not act rashly, for fear that the slightest disturbance would ruin this sacred moment.
Glancing sideways, Nangong Yue's long black hair was lightly tied up, with a green glow flickering between her hair, making her look like a goddess who had descended to the mortal world, with skin whiter than snow and a radiant glow.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only her focused and solemn figure, quietly blooming in the light.
Nangong Yue's beautiful figure was deeply imprinted in Shangguan Jiannan's heart.
As his sight moved, the other side of the stone bed came into view, where there was a musical instrument, a chess piece, and several calligraphy and paintings. The most eye-catching thing was the black iron scroll emitting a faint glow. Although it was inconspicuous, it was shining with a strange luster. To Shangguan Jiannan, it was clear and mysterious.
"What... is this thing?" He thought to himself, doubts arising in his mind.
Silently, Shangguan Jiannan slowly approached the stone bed and stopped only when he was close.
Upon closer inspection, he saw a few lines of ancient characters engraved on the black iron scroll, which exuded a charm of time, making him instantly conclude that this item was extraordinary.