Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 892 - 887 Take Everything Away I

Chapter 892: Chapter 887 Take Everything Away I

In that ancient era.

Whether it was the Human Race, Insect Race, or Outer Regions, all forces appeared vulnerable and immature like infants when faced with the Red Pine Demon Sect.

Even now, tens of thousands of years later, the Red Pine Demon Sect has long vanished into the vast sea of history.

But as soon as someone mentions this sealed history, those cultivators, insects, and even the hundred clans of the Outer Regions, who experienced that bloodthirsty era, suddenly shiver and lose their composure.

If it hadn’t been for the mysterious disappearance of the Sect Master of the Demon Sect at that time, and the large number of Demon Generals leaving and hiding, the Battle of the Bowl Fern would never have succeeded, and the Red Pine Demon Sect would never have crumbled, with most of its forces thoroughly destroyed, leaving only a small portion hidden in the world.

But now considering, what if those Demon Sect Elders who left back then never actually departed?!

The Shadow Talisman Insect Girl recalls the great battle her mother was involved in back then, her whole body shivering, even her soul trembling.

"Red Pine Demon Sect?" Lin Xin was slightly taken aback.

With his level of cultivation, being so close, he naturally perceived everything the other party was thinking in their mind.

He didn’t expect such a change in perception.

When did the Red Pine Sword Sect become the Red Pine Demon Sect?

"Alright, don’t say any more, take me to the Red Pine."

Lin Xin extended his hand and gently grabbed.

With a sizzle, a pale golden crack opened directly before them, through which a vast green grassland could be seen on the other side.

Lin Xin pressed down on the Insect Girl, and with a whoosh, the two transformed into red light, vanished into the rift.

Throughout the journey, they directly tore through space, using principles similar to a star gate for leaps.

In the blink of an eye, the two crossed an unknown vast distance.

Every so often, Lin Xin would voluntarily pause, examining the surroundings to let the Insect Girl determine the direction.

He could actually reach the destination in one go, but by slowing down, it was an opportunity to glimpse the changes that had happened in the Underworld over the years.

To his surprise, he found not a hint of calamity in the Underworld.

......

Spirit Heart Villa’s old site.

Beside the lush green mountains and clear waters.

The sunlight was bright, with several groups of white birds lowering their heads to drink by the river. From the mountains came the faint calls of apes and the roars of beasts.

Suddenly, a red escape light flew through the sky, falling to earth like a comet, gently landing on the riverbank.

The escape light revealed a man and a woman, both cultivators.

The man exuded a serene, cold aura, his expression indifferent.

The woman was alluring and beautiful, her figure gracefully curved, with long legs.

"This is the former site of Spirit Heart Villa," the woman cautiously introduced to the man.

"But ever since eight thousand years ago, after the great battle between my Great Insect Mother and the Supreme Elder of the Red Pine Sword Sect, this place was entirely relocated.

The Spirit Heart Villa’s whereabouts are unknown; it’s unclear where it moved to."

She was, after all, an Insect Girl, a non-human existence among the Insect Race, to whom many human things were unfamiliar.

"Spirit Heart Villa...."

Lin Xin looked at the emerald landscape before him, unable to find a trace of the former Spirit Heart Villa.

He walked a few steps along the riverbank, spreading his soul to scan the surrounding area for dozens of Spirit Miles.

Only at a small mound did he faintly sense a trace of the Sword Intent he left behind.

"Red Flower Sword Intent...."

Lin Xin stepped forward, and in the blink of an eye appeared above the small mound.

Atop the mound grew a dense grove.

In the center stood a peculiar small tree, entirely blood-red.

Two fruits hung on the tree, one bright blood-red, the other pale and nearly transparent.

Standing beneath the tree, Lin Xin reached out and gently touched the surface of a fruit.

Instantly, the essence of Red Flower Sword Intent contained within the fruit rapidly surged into his body, blending like milk and water, inseparable.

"Unexpectedly, after all these years, the Red Flower Sword Intent could still exert influence for such a long time."

Lin Xin released his hold.

Looking around.

"Originally, this should have been the small lake in Spirit Heart Villa’s backyard...circumstances changed over the ages, who would have thought it turned into a mound."

The Insect Girl hurriedly caught up behind him.

She wrestled with a complex mental struggle. Whether to seize this moment and escape.

But after careful consideration, she decided to keep following Lin Xin.

An expert of such caliber, even if she escaped, if the other wanted to catch her back, it wouldn’t be challenging.

"Let’s go. It’s just ahead."

Lin Xin gazed ahead intently.

Having reached here, he could easily sense the position of the Red Pine Sword Sect, no longer needing the Insect Girl to guide him.

Returning to the Underworld, he ultimately planned to see how his bloodline descendants and disciples were doing, if they were well. If possible, he intended to take his blood relatives, trusted subordinates, and friends away.

The unique circumstances of the Underworld determined that for any calamity to reach here, it would first have to break through the Mortal Realm, then the Shattered Sea’s Shattered Wheel Hall.

Finally it could invade the Underworld.

Now that the Mortal Realm hadn’t been completely broken through, let alone the Shattered Sea, so although the situation was tense, there was still a buffer period.

He speculated that perhaps this was why calamity hadn’t reached the Underworld yet.

With the Insect Girl, he soared into the sky as a red light, shooting straight ahead.

Flitting over vast woods, rivers, hills.

Groups of wildlife panicked and scampered, howling.

In mere moments, Lin Xin carried the Insect Girl and arrived at the former site of the Red Pine Sword Sect.

The entire Sword Sect is located within an entire mountain range, composed of many different peaks, each forming different sections within the Sect’s domain.

In front of the vast main Sword Sect, the ground is constantly busy with ox carts coming and going.

In the air, escape lights often fly by, with arrivals and departures.

In some key hidden spots, one can still see wisps of eerie aura swirling. Clearly, they are the guardians.

Lin Xin and his companion stand precisely by the left side of the road that leads in and out of the sect.

Escape lights sweep over their heads, while two white ox-drawn carts, loaded with herbs, slowly head towards the Sword Sect.

Lin Xin just stands by the roadside, gazing into the sect’s entrance, with faint feelings of blood connection emanating from within the sect.

"You can leave now," Lin Xin glances at the insect girl.

The insect girl shivers all over but stubbornly remains still.

"I refuse to leave!"

Her eyes flicker with thoughts unknown.

"If you don’t leave, do you intend to stay here in the pine forest?" Lin Xin inquires oddly.

The insect girl bites her lips and remains silent.

She herself doesn’t know why she refuses to leave, just... she feels a sense of discontentment.

This man in white robes is clearly one of the top human warriors of an era, with unfathomable cultivation. If she were to slink away pathetically from his side without any information, she fears she’d be reprimanded harshly by the Great Insect Mother.

"If you wish to follow, then do so."

Lin Xin remains unconcerned. To him, whether insects or humans are beneath him, it makes little difference; he bears no deep grudges and has no time to bother with them.

In such a great calamity, ignoring them is actually the greatest punishment.

The calamity will annihilate all remaining races.

From afar, he walks slowly towards the Sword Sect.

His pace is slow, yet none of the cultivators or mortals he passes seem to notice him.

Even when walking right past them, no one lifts their head to glance his way.

The insect girl following behind, too, remains entirely unseen by others.

The grand array of the Sword Sect, like a pure green jade veil, ripples like water, bringing Lin Xin and his companion inside without even disturbing the array.

Through valleys and dense forests, beside a small lake, a large group of red-crowned crane demons is being reared.

Cawing chaotically.

Lin Xin does not stop and walks directly towards the peak of the highest mountain.

Cultivators on the mountain paths going up and down cannot see the two of them.

"I heard the south is preparing to act again, could it be because of the bead embryo or that old immortal crane?"

Two descending cultivators chat and laugh as they approach.

"Since the Yuan Dou Demon Sect merged with our Pine Forest, the north respects our Sword Sect, while the south’s forces are fragmented. Over the years, a unifying trend should have appeared. If not for the dragon blood traces a thousand years ago...."

"Mind your words!" another cultivator quickly interrupts, "It’s best not to discuss this in public."

"Yes, yes, it was a slip of the tongue,"

The two pass by Lin Xin and his companion, completely ignoring them as if they are mere air.

"Dragon blood...?" Lin Xin pauses briefly before stepping towards the mountain peak.

Whoosh!

The scene before his eyes shifts, and in the blink of an eye, he is standing before a silver-white Taoist Palace.

Outside the Taoist Palace door stands a giant bronze incense burner, with wisps of smoke curling around it.

On the right side of the incense burner stands a white jade statue of a cultivator, its bronze sleeves billowing, with an intensely authoritative yet subtly cold countenance, carrying five longswords on its back, each subtly emitting red, orange, yellow, green, and blue hues.

Lin Xin reaches the foot of the statue and looks up.

Yet remains silent for a long time.

"Is this the rumored mighty and domineering Pine Demon Sect?"

The insect girl feels curiosity welling in her heart. Along the way, she has seen many cultivators, with dozens at the Golden Core Stage and a few in the Nascent Soul Stage.

This is just on a typical day; if the sect had gathered its powerhouses, the usual density would be three to five times greater.

Calculating according to the perennial rules of human race sects.

Often, ten Yuan Jing elders might produce one extreme realm. It is far stronger than many years ago.

"Calculating like this...."

Carefully accounting for the scale, the insect girl’s heart jolts with shock.

At this rate, the Pine Demon Sect must have at least three extreme realms!

In the Underworld, a Yuan Jing cultivator is already the highest combat strength, and extreme realm cultivators almost always seclude themselves for intensive cultivation. Few venture outside.

Most extreme realms have become latent forces within sects.

But even so, if one sect has three extreme realms, it is simply...

No need for the insect girl’s calculations.

Lin Xin only needed to scatter his soul to discover how many fifth rank extreme realms the Pine Sword Sect now houses.

In the Void of the rear mountain, scattered across three subspaces, there reside three Human Immortal level fifth rank extreme realm powerhouses.

This is the limit of the Underworld’s apex forces.

Behind these three Human Immortals, in the deepest subterranean level of the mountain’s peak Taoist Palace, lies a secret realm concealed within Sun Spring.

There, a terrifying aura far exceeding that of ordinary fifth rank Human Immortals lies dormant.

The aura is familiar and nostalgic.

"In those days, the Pine Sword Sect only had three Yuan Jing cultivators and no sign of the extreme realms. Yet now, with four extreme realms standing guard.... no wonder even the insect race fears them by thirty percent."

He voices his admiration quietly.