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Song Yan was lost in thought, feeling somewhat bewildered.

This was a Small Blessed Realm, which, to put it plainly, was a Small World within a certain Spirit Treasure.

Why would the liangyi pearl react here?

Could it be that in ancient times, a Sword Cultivator met his end here?

Or... Song Yan thought of his Sect Master.

From the heaven-shading sword strike on the Entrance Plaza to the intangible Sword Intent hidden within the handwritten letter on New Year’s Eve.

All signs pointed to one thing.

His Sect Master was also a "Sword Cultivator."

Song Yan never believed that the Sword Cultivator Legacy he could obtain from the liangyi pearl was unique in the world.

The heretical cultivators notes alone recorded three schools of Sword Cultivators, and each school naturally wouldn’t have just one Sect.

Even if those Sword Cultivators were truly annihilated overnight, someone in this world would always be fortunate enough to glimpse one or two of their secrets.

"..."

He took a deep breath, temporarily collecting his thoughts.

"No matter what, I’ll know once I go and see."

The liangyi pearl could only provide a hint, but its guidance for clues was very elusive.

It was as if this part of its function was incomplete.

But fortunately, there were other methods.

This was a good opportunity to test whether the Xuan E Bai Ling Covering Mask truly had the ability to track Sword Cultivator clues.

Previously, Song Yan had not yet condensed his Lifebound Flying Sword, so the idea of using the mask for tracking had never been put into practice.

Now, he could finally give it a try.

His sword body remained still, and he summoned the Unmoored Boat from the Zhen Dao Sword Mansion.

However, how to differentiate the "Sword Dao Spirit Intent" that could be used for tracking became a problem.

The Sword Planting Technique did not record this.

"Hmm... The Xuan E Bai Ling Covering Mask doesn’t require much Spiritual Qi, so the Spirit Intent needed shouldn’t be much either."

With a flick of his sword-finger, the Unmoored Boat’s spiritual light surged, and Sword Qi immediately became turbulent.

At the same time, at its edge, a subtle but sharp wisp of Sword Qi was slowly guided and gradually merged into the mask.

The wood-elemental Spiritual Qi previously introduced from Bei Ya Mountain was dispelled.

Activating the mask, the scene in his eyes immediately blurred like spreading ink.

"It seems possible... but why is it so strange."

The scene in his eyes was completely different from the situation in Bei Ya Mountain; the tracking ink marks were very tiny, yet very condensed.

In any case, as long as he could follow the direction, it would be fine.

He stepped forward, walking through the black and red mountain range.

The black and red mixed rock beneath his feet made faint cracking sounds.

"Hmm?"

He bent down and picked up a pinch of dark red sand; a burning sting came from his fingertips.

These sands seemed to contain fire-elemental spiritual power?

Song Yan followed the direction indicated by the mask, moving between rugged strange rocks, and the ink marks in his vision gradually became clearer.

"..."

The inky trail suddenly made a sharp turn downwards at the mountain wall ahead.

At the foot of a not-too-tall cliff.

Since he was going to leave this place eventually anyway, Song Yan didn’t hesitate, taking a few leaps and descending along the cliff face.

A huge cave, hidden beneath vines and weeds, finally appeared before him.

"Go."

With a light tap of his finger, the Unmoored Boat darted out like a swimming fish.

It immediately cut away the lush vines hanging from the rock wall; as decaying vegetation fell, a huge cave entrance was revealed.

"Such dense fire-elemental Spiritual Qi... No, this seems to be Sword Qi."

The Unmoored Boat was by his side; ever since his Lifebound Flying Sword officially took shape, his perception of these Sword Qi had become more acute.

Outside the cave, there were four characters carved with a sword.

He activated his spiritual power, sweeping away the dry branches and fallen leaves that covered them, revealing the characters.

Xiao He looked at these characters, murmuring, "Jilu Mi..."

"Yinlin."

Song Yan corrected, "Yinlin Cloud Cave."

Muttering to himself, he stepped inside.

The cave was pitch black; Song Yan’s fingertips glowed with a spark, illuminating an area.

He followed the wide passage of the cave all the way to the end.

"This..."

At the end of the cave was a huge space, and on the spacious rock wall at the far end, there seemed to be many characters carved with a sword.

He slowly closed his eyes, and a wisp of Sword Qi surged up.

Opening his eyes again, the Insightful Void Sword Eye saw everything in the cave clearly.

What was carved on this wall seemed to be an autobiography.

He briefly scanned it; it told the story of a Sword Cultivator who rose from obscurity, entered the Dao through martial arts, and cultivated the sword under the guidance of a Senior.

At the end of the autobiography, this Sword Cultivator Senior seemed to be going to a very distant place, and thus left a small, non-essential Legacy here.

And he also left behind a Flying Sword he commonly used before reaching the Golden Core Realm.

The Flying Sword was just ordinary iron; if it didn’t align with the Sword Cultivator’s Dao Heart and Sword Intent, then it could only be kept as a memento.

Looking at the characters carved on the wall, Song Yan was somewhat stunned.

Leaving a Legacy here?

In a Small World contained within a Spirit Treasure?

What was going on... He couldn’t figure it out; the autobiography on the wall didn’t mention this either.

He continued to read.

This Senior originally wanted to leave the Body Refining Cultivation Technique he practiced here as well, but he worried that future Sword Cultivators would blindly follow the path of their predecessors, affecting their own comprehension of the Sword Dao, so he gave up.

The Sword Cultivator path of any Sword Dao Senior was unreplicable.

Blindly pursuing the Legacy of predecessors and imitating their path was tantamount to a foolish imitation, throwing away one’s promising future.

Thinking this way, the Senior’s concerns were not unfounded.

However, for Song Yan, this was inevitably a regret.

Because he currently lacked a Cultivation Technique for cultivating the strength of his Physical Body.

His current Realm was still too low; in combat, the dual consumption of spiritual power and Sword Qi often overloaded his body, causing his Meridians to throb with pain.

"Alas, what is destined will be, what is not destined, do not force."

To have such a gain was truly an unexpected delight; Song Yan was a person who knew how to be content.

Speaking of which, he also had to thank Fat Li’s teleportation talisman.

"In the unseen, there is always a will of heaven."

He showed a joyful expression and walked forward, only to see that on the stone platform beneath the stone wall, there were indeed some items.

Two jade boxes, two small lamp holders.

On one of the lamp holders, a fiery red scale hung.

In one of the jade boxes, blood was faintly surging.

The remaining two were empty.

"Hmm?"

Could it be that someone had already been here before?

Who would be so generous as to not covet any treasures at all?

He honestly asked himself, if it were him, he would surely consume everything and even pocket some to take away.

Just as he was secretly grateful to this "predecessor," suddenly, a possibility emerged in his mind.

"Is it... the Sect Master?"

He pondered this thought, and the more he thought, the more he felt it was possible.

Perhaps the Sect Master also inherited the Legacy of this Senior, but he was exceptionally talented and already powerful, so he didn’t need two sets of treasures.

Therefore, he left one set in this Blessed Realm as a treasure reward for this sword-wiping event.

Fortunately, there were no treasure symbols marked near this mountain range on the map, otherwise, it wouldn’t have been his turn.

In the center beneath the rock wall, a rusty ancient sword was slanted.