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The corridor was long and dark, with very little light.

This was the first impression that Qingyang Cave left on Jiang Yun. After walking for what felt like a long time, they finally caught a glimpse of faint light. The light emanated from night pearls embedded in the cave walls.

Jiang Yun thought to himself that they must be getting closer to the depths of Qingyang Cave. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so extravagant to use night pearls for illumination. Leading the way, Elder Qin stopped his footsteps, and the rest had no choice but to follow suit.

Elder Qin halted because they came across three different paths ahead. He wasn't sure which one to take.

"Now we have three different paths. I believe this must be a test left behind by the Martial Ancestor of Qingyang. However, I don't know which path is the correct choice. Perhaps all three paths lead to the destination, or maybe only one of them does. So, from now on, it will depend on your own luck and fate," Elder Qin explained.

His meaning was clear: the next choice was up to each individual, and he couldn't interfere. After finishing his words, Elder Qin scanned the group and entered the middle path. One by one, the others followed suit.

As Jiang He was about to enter, the middle path suddenly rumbled, and a stone door fell, blocking his way. Jiang He looked at the door in front of him, feeling helpless. Elder Qin was a true Martial Realm expert, and it would have been the safest choice to follow him. Unfortunately, now he was trapped outside. However, when he turned his head, he immediately put on a smiling face and turned to Ye Chengde, saying, "Brother Ye, what do you say we team up?"

"Since Brother Jiang has spoken, I wouldn't dare to decline," Ye Chengde responded. Despite having some dissatisfaction with Jiang He, they were now in the same predicament, and it made sense to form an alliance. Following that, Ye Chengde, Ye Qin, and Jiang He entered the left path together.

"Brother Li, it seems we only have the right path left to choose," Lin Shenhe said to Li Xiaoxiong. With no other options, Lin Shenhe, Lin Feier, and Jiang Yun proceeded down the right path.

After stepping into the right path, Jiang Yun felt a moment of dizziness. When he turned around, he couldn't see Lin Feier and Lin Shenhe anymore.

With just one turn, the scene changed completely, leaving Jiang Yun astonished. The sense of superiority he had when he first arrived in the Spirit Martial Continent was now completely gone.

In front of Jiang Yun was an iron rope bridge, but instead of wooden planks, the surface was paved with countless swords. This could be considered a "Sword Bridge," Jiang Yun sarcastically thought to himself.

The airspace above the Sword Bridge was also not peaceful, with numerous swords floating and swaying in the air.

The ancient sword on Jiang Yun's back began emitting the same "dudu" sound as when they first entered the cave.

Jiang Yun decided to take the ancient sword off his back and examined the surroundings. Seeing no other path to choose from, he cautiously stepped onto the Sword Bridge.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief as the Sword Bridge, apart from its intimidating appearance, didn't show any major disturbances. He counted his steps, walking on the Sword Bridge with extreme caution.

The surroundings of the Sword Bridge were covered in a hazy mist, making it impossible to see the way back. Jiang Yun gritted his teeth and continued moving forward step by step.

"Whoosh!"

Jiang Yun suddenly became alert and looked up. One of the floating iron swords swiftly shot towards his location. Helpless, Jiang Yun drew his ancient sword, and a gleam of sword light emerged.

"Clang!"

The iron sword clashed with the ancient sword, sending the iron sword flying. Jiang Yun also felt a slight numbness in his palm, indicating the impact.

After the iron sword was sent flying, it didn't appear again. Jiang Yun took another step forward.

Without any incidents, Jiang Yun continued to move forward. When he reached the tenth step, he heard the sound of something piercing through the air once more.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

"Clang, clang!"

This time, two swords flew towards Jiang Yun. Prepared in advance, Jiang Yun used his ancient sword to deflect the two iron swords, causing his right hand to tremble, struggling to hold onto the sword hilt.

After taking another step beyond the tenth, as Jiang Yun had anticipated, the sound of something piercing through the air came as expected.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

This time, four iron swords flew towards Jiang Yun simultaneously. Helplessly, he swung his ancient sword to block the attacks, but even though he managed to block this round, based on his estimation of his own strength, he could only defend against a maximum of eight iron swords.

However, there were still numerous iron swords hovering in the sky. Judging from the situation, Jiang Yun realized that he wouldn't be able to reach the end of the Sword Bridge no matter what.

As if sensing Jiang Yun's frustration, the ancient sword in his hand began to tremble incessantly, as if it wanted to fly out of his grasp. Jiang Yun decided to let go.

At the moment Jiang Yun released his grip, instead of falling, the ancient sword spun in the air and soared upwards.

After soaring into the air, the ancient sword seemed to be a released goldfish returning to the ocean. It joyfully danced in the air, with the previously suspended iron swords following behind it like a school of fish.

Looking at the spectacular scene before him, Jiang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was fortunate that no more iron swords bothered him after he took a dozen steps. Unfortunately, the weapon he had finally found and suited him had been set free by himself.

Without time to lament the departure of the ancient sword, Jiang Yun accelerated and rushed towards the end of the Sword Bridge. Otherwise, he didn't know when those iron swords would strike back, and the cost would outweigh the gain.

After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Jiang Yun finally reached the end of the Sword Bridge. Upon setting foot on solid ground, the pounding heart in Jiang Yun's throat finally settled.

"Boom!"

Jiang Yun turned around and watched as the Sword Bridge collapsed from the end. All the iron swords that were originally on the bridge surface soared into the air, flying in the direction the ancient sword had gone.

It was only when the group of swords disappeared from Jiang Yun's sight that he turned around and continued walking. Ahead was an open stone door, and after passing through it, the scene before Jiang Yun changed once again.

The first thing that caught Jiang Yun's eye was the hem of Lin Feier's skirt. Lin Feier, clearly annoyed by Wang Qiniang's company, turned and saw Jiang Yun, running happily to his side and saying, "Brother Li Tao, you're out too."

"Yeah," Jiang Yun responded.

Wang Qiniang was very displeased to see Jiang Yun appear, especially when Lin Feier ran to him as if he were a savior. This only deepened his displeasure.

"You're really persistent," Wang Qiniang said sarcastically.

Jiang Yun ignored Wang Qiniang completely and glanced at the others.

Among the group, Elder Qin and the master-disciple pair of Wang Qiniang looked the best. However, Xiao Wanshan and Xiao Wanshui were quite disheveled, with numerous sword marks on their clothes. Xiao Wanshui's right arm was even bandaged.

Although Jiang Yun didn't know what the others had encountered, it was clear that they had all faced considerable trouble in the forked paths. Seeing their condition worse than his own, Jiang Yun felt slightly relieved.