"What kind of bamboo is this? It's so tough." Lu Yuqing said with some surprise upon seeing this.

"It should belong to the Purple Essence Bamboo category, one of the most resilient types of wood in the world," Han Li pondered.

As he spoke, he continued to walk, stepped onto the bamboo house's stairs, pushed open the bamboo door, and went inside.

The furnishings inside the bamboo house were very simple. The outer room only had a bamboo woven square table with four long benches around it, while the inner room only had seven single bamboo beds.

"Brother Han, look, these beds are so narrow and short, they look like they're for children," Lu Yuqing said, frowning slightly after looking around.

"Legend has it that the Wusheng Sword Sect is extremely strict in recruiting disciples, never widely opening its doors to recruit in large numbers. Instead, disciples from the mountain would travel down to search for the best sword cultivator embryos in the world, bring them back to the mountain to nurture, relying entirely on chance and never forcing it. This place is probably where those disciples practiced their basic skills when they were young," Han Li thought for a moment.

"So that's it. I also happened to see records of this sect in an ancient book. It seems that the sect has very few people and rarely travels outside, so it's very mysterious. I don't know anything else," Lu Yuqing said thoughtfully.

"If disciples of this sect want to travel down the mountain in the name of the sect, they must cultivate to the Golden Immortal realm, otherwise they can only grow old and die in the mountain gate. In its most prosperous period, there was a beautiful tale of 'one sect with seven Golden Immortals traveling together down the mountain' that was circulated in the world. But times have changed, and not many people know about these things now," Han Li glanced at the green-purple bamboo forest full of mottled sword marks outside the bamboo building, and said slowly.

"How do you know these things, Brother Han?" Lu Yuqing blinked and asked with some confusion.

"I am also a sword cultivator, so I would naturally pay attention to these things when reading ancient books. There are many legends about the Wusheng Sword Sect, the most eye-catching of which is the Wusheng Sword Sea within their sect," Han Li continued.

"Wusheng Sword Sea... what is that?" Lu Yuqing asked, a look of interest appearing on her face.

Han Li's eyes flickered slightly as he walked out of the bamboo building, saying:

"According to Wusheng Daoren, the founder of the Wusheng Sword Sect, he had a habit of collecting swords. Whether it was a life-and-death battle or a competition to determine who was better, he would take the opponent's flying sword after winning and bring it back to the mountain gate's sword pool for preservation. Later, when his disciples were accepted, branches and leaves spread, and it was passed down, they also inherited this tradition. When his disciples and descendants traveled through the immortal realm, they would also search for treasures and swords, and bring them back to the sect. Over time, the Wusheng Sword Pool became the Wusheng Sword Sea..."

Leaving this bamboo forest, the two continued to walk up the mountain road, eventually stopping in front of a stone staircase leading upwards.

The stone staircase was snow-white, reaching an unseen peak, extending upwards into the sea of clouds above the mountainside.

To the left of its entrance stood a black boulder, on which were engraved three ancient seal characters "Jie Jian Shi".

Han Li came forward and carefully examined it, discovering that below the three characters "Jie Jian Shi", there were also two lines of white characters, which read:

"True Immortals bow, unable to fly; all swords in the world lower their brows."

Each character carried an unspeakable aura of heroism, as if each stroke was composed of a sword qi, wanting to break out of the stone after forming, showing its sharpness, and was clearly from the same hand as the "Wusheng Sword Sect" at the previous entrance.

"The first sentence means that even True Immortals cannot fly here, which I can understand, but what does the second sentence mean? I'm a little confused," Lu Yuqing muttered to herself, standing aside.

"The Wusheng Sword Sect is originally a holy land for sword cultivators. How many immortal swords are stored in the sword sea within the sect? How many swords in the world can compare to this place? I think 'lower their brows' means that. But this Jie Jian Shi... Jie Jian..." Han Li pondered for a moment.

Just as he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from the sea of clouds above. A golden halo rippled out from the sea of clouds, spreading in all directions.

Hearing the sound, Han Li's gaze suddenly tightened, and he looked up towards the top of the peak.

"What's wrong, Brother Han?" Lu Yuqing asked quickly, knowing that something had happened.

"It seems that some kind of restriction has been activated above this sea of clouds, and my connection with my natal flying sword has been interrupted again..." Han Li frowned and said softly.

After saying that, he turned around, lightly stepped on the first stone step, and flew straight up along the slope of the stone staircase, instantly passing hundreds of steps.

Seeing this, Lu Yuqing followed suit, chasing after him.

The higher the stone staircase went up the mountain, the more humid the air became. After they rushed up hundreds of feet, the surrounding thick water vapor had condensed into a cloud of mist, enveloping the entire surroundings.

The two were traveling through the misty mountains and seas, the range of their eyesight was very limited, and their divine sense seemed to be greatly hindered.

"This mist is a bit strange, my spirit eyes can't see through it, be careful." Han Li instructed, then released a layer of protective cyan light outside his body and accelerated upwards.

Lu Yuqing followed closely behind him, her eyes flashing with deep light. Suddenly her expression changed, and she loudly reminded: "Brother Han, be careful..."

Before she could finish her words, two golden sword lights intertwined like scissors from the thick fog above Han Li's head, slashing down from above.

Han Li's eyes narrowed, and he saw that the owners of the sword lights were two tall, slender, wooden puppets.

His mind raced, and instead of retreating, he advanced, slipping past the two sword lights at the last moment and directly darting past.

After standing firm, his figure suddenly turned, and his five fingers joined together and waved forward. A layer of cyan light immediately涌ed out from his palm, like a cyan long knife, and劈向 the puppets.

The two puppets did not move, but their heads suddenly turned backward one hundred and eighty degrees, strangely迎向 Han Li.

At the same time, the joints of their hands holding the swords also turned at the same time. One of them blocked Han Li's hand knife with a "clang", while the other stabbed straight at his heart.

Han Li tapped the ground with his toes and retreated quickly up the stone staircase, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

These two puppets had no aura at all, and it was impossible to tell what level they were. However, the long swords in their hands were indeed very powerful. The layer of golden light wrapped around them could smash the cyan blade on his hand into粉碎 with one blow.

Immediately afterwards, several more sword lights appeared above his head, intertwining into a golden sword net and slashing down at him.

Han Li raised a fist and slammed it upwards.

A cyan light 迸射ed out from the end of his fist, colliding with the golden sword net with a loud crash. The fist shadow and cyan light were directly cut open.

Han Li's heart moved, and he waved his hand again.

A dark light flew out from his sleeve, spinning around and coming to the top of his head.

The spinning dark light suddenly grew larger, instantly becoming a black true wheel with a radius of ten feet, blocking the top of his head like a millstone.

The golden sword net slashed down, seeming to be quite powerful, but when it came into contact with the dark light on the Heavy Water True Wheel, it instantly melted away like ice and snow falling into flames.

At this moment, five sword lights flashed around Han Li, and five more wooden puppets appeared out of nowhere, just like the scene before.

As soon as these five puppets appeared, the two wooden puppets that had appeared before had already caught up from behind, holding their long swords and刺ing straight at Han Li.

However, before their sword tips could reach him, two cyan whirlwinds chased up from below, wrapping the two of them up and pulling them downwards.

Han Li moved his eyes and saw that it was Lu Yuqing holding a cyan feather fan that was surging with spiritual light. As she舞动ed it, it set off阵阵青风 and trapped them.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he waved his palm forward.

The Heavy Water True Wheel above his head immediately roared loudly, spinning and撞击ing towards the puppet in front of him.

The puppet's reaction was not slow either. It seemed to pinch a sword art with one hand, and刺ed downward with the long sword in the other.

The golden light on the sword in his hand surged, and a huge golden light sword shadow 迸射ed out from it, hitting the Heavy Water True Wheel fiercely.

There was a shocking loud sound of "轰"!

The golden light sword shadow had no room to turn around and directly turned into一片金『色』微尘, while the body of the sword-wielding puppet was also submerged by the dark light反震ed from the Heavy Water True Wheel and碾压ed into粉碎.

After吞噬ing the second layer of Heavy Water, the power of the current Heavy Water True Wheel is no longer the same as it used to be.

Seeing this, the other four sword-wielding puppets around him turned their heads stiffly towards Han Li. A strange rune in the center of their eyebrows lit up with golden light at the same time. They pinched a strange sword art with one hand and猛地冲ed one finger at the tip of their swords.

Han Li frowned and looked up at the sky, immediately feeling a little bad.

As expected, above the clouds and mist笼罩ing the two of them,阵阵模糊光芒 lit up, flickering as if it were the sky闷雷滚动的 before a heavy rain.

"Lu Daoniang, come over quickly..." He quickly招呼ed.

Hearing the sound, Lu Yuqing did not hesitate at all. She waved the feather fan in her hand and打出ed two whirlwinds,隔开ing the two puppets, and闪身ed to Han Li's side.

She had just entered the lower part of the Heavy Water True Wheel when a震耳欲聋轰鸣 sounded in the clouds and mist.

A片耀眼的金『色』光芒倾轧ed down from the depths of the clouds and mist,裹挟ing密密麻麻金『色』剑光 inside, which was exactly the same as what Han Li had encountered when he flew up the mountain before.

If the Cloud Sea Sword Formation encountered before on the mountain was just to suppress all directions and prevent the True Immortals from flying by force, then the 金『色』剑阵 here was purely for灭杀 enemies. Therefore, the锋锐之气 contained in the剑光 here far exceeded the previous one.

Not only that, but the剑光落下的 at this time also seemed to隐隐有些 metal-性法則之力的波动存在, so Han Li dared not轻视 it and called Lu Yuqing back in advance.