Chapter 110: Entering the Cycle of Reincarnation

"Qingqing, assist me as well!" Long Yun said, turning to Yan Qingqing.

Yan Qingqing had been closely observing the shifting seal. Upon hearing Long Yun’s request, she did not hesitate. Her jade-like palm pushed outward, stirring the air as her Nine-Turn Heavenly Fire roared forth.

Simultaneously, Xu Xian let out a mighty shout from within the stone chamber. A sword aura as thick as an arm erupted from his fingertips. The three forces struck the seal on the stone door almost in unison.

"Boom!" The seal on the stone door had been placed by Feng Wuji, who was only at the eighth stage of the Innate Realm—the Dao Completion stage—when he created it.

Now, with three powerful experts unleashing their ultimate techniques, coupled with the chaotic interference of Long Yun’s Heaven-Seizing True Qi, the entire stone door shattered into dust the moment the three forces collided with it.

Dust and stone debris flew everywhere. Long Yun carefully expanded his protective aura, shielding Yan Qingqing within it. Though her cultivation far surpassed his, Yan Qingqing felt an inexplicable sense of security nestled behind him, and a budding affection began to grow within her heart.

"Let's go in!" Long Yun held her hand and stepped into the secret chamber. The room was ten zhang square, with twenty iron chains as thick as arms hanging from the walls.

They crisscrossed like a giant spider web. In the center, an elderly man with disheveled hair sat cross-legged. Two gleaming azure iron hooks pierced through his shoulder blades—a terrifying sight.

"Grandmaster!" Long Yun called out softly.

Xu Xian opened his eyes, glanced at Long Yun, and then at Yan Qingqing behind him. A smile spread across his bearded, weathered face.

"Younger than I imagined. It seems the Jade Sword Sect continues to produce talent generation after generation!" Xu Xian laughed heartily, as if releasing centuries of grievances all at once.

Long Yun drew his Qinghe Bladeless Sword. The edge of the blade lacked any sharpness—which was how it earned its name—but as the saying goes, a heavy sword needs no edge, for its power lies in its supreme craftsmanship.

Though the Qinghe Bladeless Sword lacked a physical edge, every inch of its body was imbued with sharp sword aura. It was a form of sharpness that transcended the need for a blade.

"Grandmaster, forgive my intrusion!" Long Yun’s expression turned solemn. The shoulder blades were critical points in the human body; if damaged, Xu Xian’s cultivation would likely be ruined.

He did not dare to be careless. He channeled his sword intent into the Qinghe Bladeless Sword, which vibrated and let out a joyful hum, causing Xu Xian to marvel.

"Hoo—" With a burst of sword aura, Long Yun struck twice like lightning, hitting the two iron hooks.

The hundred-refined adamantine iron was the hardest material, perfect for torture instruments, but it was no match for the sharpness of the Qinghe Bladeless Sword.

Long Yun’s control was absolute. He kept his sword intent focused within the blade, cutting the hooks and immediately retracting his aura to avoid harming Xu Xian.

Combined with the sharp aura of the sword and Long Yun’s indestructible sword intent, the adamantine hooks were severed cleanly.

Having succeeded, Long Yun did not hesitate. With a sweep of his sword, he severed the chains binding Xu Xian’s waist and limbs.

Xu Xian shuddered, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible pressure surged outward.

"Pop, pop!" Two muffled sounds echoed as the remaining fragments of the hooks flew out and embedded themselves deep into the stone walls.

Xu Xian couldn't help but look up and roar with laughter. Blood sprayed from his shoulders, and crimson liquid flowed from his nose and mouth—a shocking sight—but nothing could dampen the joy of his liberation.

The entire stone chamber trembled under his laughter!

Long Yun steadied Yan Qingqing and suppressed the roiling blood in his own chest, saying with a wry smile, "Grandmaster, please, stop laughing! You're going to shake our bones apart!"

Xu Xian stopped, looking slightly embarrassed. "These wretched chains held me for five hundred years. Now that they're gone... well done, lad, well done!"

Long Yun replied, "Grandmaster, the shock from shattering those hooks has unsettled your internal energy. You should meditate; there are many elders from the Qing Sect outside who will require you to battle them. Don't exhaust your vitality!"

"Agreed!" Xu Xian sat cross-legged on the ground. "I will recover my True Qi. Lad, it is safe here; go do what you must. In the outer chamber, near the entrance, there is a protruding stone. Press it to enter the lower vault. I hope you find what you seek."

Long Yun was startled but quickly understood. Xu Xian, once the greatest genius of the Jade Sword Sect and the Green Mountain lineage, was incredibly brilliant. He must have known why Long Yun had fallen into this place—likely the chamber containing the Mirror of Reincarnation. Though imprisoned, Xu Xian’s spiritual perception remained keen.

Long Yun bowed twice to Xu Xian, then took Yan Qingqing’s hand and headed out.

"It’s here!" Long Yun spotted the inconspicuous protruding stone and pressed it.

"Rumble—" The floor shook, and a slab beneath their feet shifted, revealing a narrow passage with stone stairs descending into the depths.

"Let’s go down and see!" Long Yun, unable to hide his excitement, led Yan Qingqing down.

After descending about a hundred steps, they reached the bottom. This chamber was identical to the one above.

Long Yun focused his vision, and the darkness brightened. He scanned the room and his gaze landed on a stone table in the corner.

Resting on the table was an ancient bronze mirror, its frame covered in dense, mysterious runes, with a hazy light swirling within.

At the same time, the Immortal Fetus in Long Yun’s hand radiated a soft, joyful glow.

"The Mirror of Reincarnation!" Long Yun exclaimed. He turned to Yan Qingqing, "Qingqing, take my hand. I’m taking you somewhere!"

Yan Qingqing nodded. She trusted Long Yun with all her heart and did not hesitate.

With a thought, Long Yun separated the Power of Reincarnation from his Heaven-Seizing energy and flicked his finger. Black and white light shot into the mirror.

The Mirror of Reincarnation flared with intense light! Black and white radiance erupted, swirling into a Yin-Yang fish pattern above the mirror.

The surrounding space distorted, and the two felt a tightening sensation as they were drawn into the Reincarnation Realm.

Long Yun held her arm tightly, refusing to let go, and Yan Qingqing did the same, her face flushing with shyness.

After a moment of drifting through spatial turbulence, they arrived in the Reincarnation Realm. Because the Mirror of Reincarnation had recognized his power, it automatically transported them to the location Long Yun desired.

"The Tomb of Life and Death!" Seeing the three sorrowful characters, Long Yun’s blood boiled. With the Mirror of Reincarnation, his combat prowess would ascend to a new level.

He might even be able to contend with those at the fourth stage of the Innate Realm. Of course, only against ordinary Bone-Cleansing experts; he was likely still no match for the geniuses cultivated by major sects.

Even so, he was overjoyed. The Power of Reincarnation flowed from his body and struck the stone door.

"Haha, you’ve returned at last. Long Yun, you did not disappoint me, nor did you disappoint him. Enter!" A voice echoed, and the portal on the stone door opened.

Long Yun took Yan Qingqing’s hand to enter, but at that moment, a massive aura suddenly enveloped them. A terrifying pressure rendered them unable to move. They looked at each other, their expressions filled with shock and disbelief.