This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"Although the first two hurdles couldn't stop his steps, this last barrier will definitely hold him back."

The final challenge set for Li Qiubai was a strategy of fortification, a feigned campaign designed to temporarily divert Li Qiubai's attention, allowing crucial time for preparation.

Confronting Li Qiubai head-on was clearly unrealistic, so they had to rely on clever tactics.

"No matter the sacrifice and effort now, as long as success is achieved in the end, it will all be worth it." A gleam of madness flickered in Qing King's eyes.

"How is the situation over there?" Resting his unsettled mind, Qing King asked with concern.

That was the most crucial part of the plan, for if it failed, everything else would be in vain.

"Proceeding as planned, it should be completed slightly ahead of schedule," the shadow replied.

"That's good." Qing King exhaled, his gaze cryptic.

"Qing King, are you really going to... let the tiger into the mountains?" The thought of Qing King's plan made the shadow tremble.

It was more than just unleashing a tiger into the mountains.

"The Ancestral Realm isn't easy to enter; one must give to gain," Qing King sneered, his eyelids lowered, "Everything proceeds according to plan. I'll prepare well and showcase a ruse involving sacrifice to our Chang'an Sword Immortal."

.....

Within the Abyss.

Roar—

A series of faint roars echoed.

"I certainly didn't misjudge; his fortune is immeasurable... Even more is better. I shall wait for him a bit longer, hoping he won't let me down, hehe..."

Among the roars were murmured whispers, brimming with greed.

Outside the Abyss, in a similarly secluded place, mist flowed, rendering the scenery vague and indistinct.

At that moment, the mist took shape, resembling a movie played in reverse, forming scenes rapidly rewinding.

All seemed illusory.

Eventually, the mist froze, taking the form of a person.

"Lu Qingshan." A deep voice resonated.

"According to intelligence, this person has clearly died once. How has he returned now?"

"It's a done deal; we should be more concerned about how much we've been exposed," another voice responded.

"The situation might be bad; didn't someone mention recently that many eyes seem to be watching us? Now it appears the cause is likely due to this."

"How exactly are those War Demons managing things? They can't even kill a mere Sword Cultivator?" A peculiar beast with six eyes spoke, each eye flashing disdain and contempt.

"They reportedly experienced a major event—after tens of thousands of years, their Clan-Quelling Divine Arms have resurfaced," a gray shadow shrouded in mist commented indifferently.

This topic immediately drew everyone's attention.

"What?!" Another person exclaimed softly.

Names and shadows carry weight; back then, Mangcang Demon Venerable wielded the Demonic Sword with dominance, leaving an indelible mark in the histories of all races.

They were deeply wary of the power of the Demonic Sword.

"Has the strength of the War Demon Clan increased significantly? Is it controlled by the three War Demon lords?"

"No," the prior speaker shook his head, "It's said to be held by an obscure mixed-blood War Demon."

"That's a relief." The crowd sighed slightly, still puzzled, "Indeed, a mixed-blood wielding the sword again."

"To make matters laughable, within a day, both the mixed-blood and the sword vanished completely." The gray shadow laughed eerily, its gloating evident.

"Everything disappeared, along with the sword? There's such a thing?" The six-eyed beast's eyes widened, staring at the gray shadow.

"Indeed, although it sounds absurd, it's truly confirmed.

Now the Burning Moon Domain is in turmoil, desperate to overturn Jian Luo King City to retrieve the Demonic Sword," the gray shadow confirmed, waving off the topic, "Let's focus on our real business."

"Lu Qingshan... This person should be dealt with sooner. He's caused us much trouble; I'm tired of facing him."

"Moreover, advancing from initial Void Refining to top Fifth Realm within a year is beyond even my hearing's reach," the six-eyed beast snarled, its appearance menacing.

"If this continues, the Human Race might produce another Sword Immortal. Just from this angle, he should be eliminated early," the gray shadow declared.

"Regardless of how he's achieving this, what's clear now is that this child is powerful enough to rival top Divine Transformation Cultivators. Unless an Integration Cultivator is mobilized, there's no chance to kill him," a hoarse voice echoed.

"We can afford losing Integration Cultivators; the issue is within the Human Realm, deploying such high-level entities will be detected by the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's abilities, exposing traces,"

"Triggering a chain reaction; we've plotted using our clan's resources for so long that, should it succeed, our clan will ascend to the forefront among races. The cost cannot exceed the benefit."

"Furthermore, given his talents, knowing the nature of major Human Cultivators, I can almost predict he has defensive secret treasures. Even if Integration Cultivators act, killing him isn't assured," the gray shadow added.