The Game with Fairies

On the altar formed by converging purple light, Li Muyang’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The Startling Swan Immortal Sword from the game had actually appeared in reality.

However, after awakening, the immortal sword first killed the Centipede Ridge demons that had awakened it.

Then, with sword qi sweeping through, the immortal sword directly shattered the void, targeting the strongest demon cultivator in the underground tunnel—Demon Refining Sect’s Elder Yan.

In the instant when the cold light shattered the darkness, Yan Xiaoru immediately reversed the formation flags, retracting the spiritual power of the formation into transparent barriers that spanned in front of her.

In the next instant, the sword qi came sweeping through, and the Startling Swan Immortal Sword pierced through seven barriers before being stopped, hovering in the void.

Inside the underground tunnel, there was a sudden silence, as if the air had solidified.

In the tunnel where the chilly wind howled, all the crowded resentful spirits had fled.

The moment the Startling Swan Immortal Sword awakened in the present world, these fierce and ferocious resentful spirits fled in panic and hide deep underground as if seeing their nemesis.

Clearly, the ‘demonic sword’ that had slaughtered them thousands of years ago had reappeared, triggering the fear of these residual souls.

On the altar formed by converging purple light, Yan Xiaoru held the formation flag, her expression as still as water.

However, her hands gripping the flag were faintly trembling.

She had barely managed to resist the might of this sword.

Her three direct disciples behind her were terrified by this sword.

Now, seeing the immortal sword blocked by their master, the three spoke with uncertainty.

“This demonic sword… why does it not have a trace of demonic energy?”

“Isn’t it an ancient demonic sword… how could it be an immortal sword?”

Everyone’s eyes were filled with shock, unable to comprehend the situation.

And Li Muyang, seeing the Startling Swan Immortal Sword being stopped, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

After shedding its demonic energy, the immortal sword became even more dangerous.

Everyone present was a demon cultivator, and with the immortal sword having a spirit, it instinctively wanted to attack this group of demon cultivators.

Fortunately, Elder Yan was powerful and managed to stop the immortal sword in time.

Elder Yan, clutching the formation flag, looked at the immortal sword before her, her eyes filled with astonishment.

“This sword is indeed powerful. Even without a wielder, it possesses such might… It is very likely one of the legendary immortal-grade weapons.”

Elder Yan stared at the immortal sword in the darkness and said, “You all go out immediately and notify the sect. Ask the sect master to gather the elders. If we can subdue this immortal sword, our Demon Refining Sect will gain a top leve combat power!”

Elder Yan attempted to stay behind to restrain the immortal sword while simultaneously calling for reinforcements from the sect.

This was a good plan.

With no master to wield the Immortal Sword, its power was greatly diminished, and she alone could keep it at bay.

As long as the disciples sought help from the sect and brought reinforcements, subduing the Immortal Sword was only a matter of time.

Yan Xiaoru waved the formation flag, and five beams of light landed on her four direct disciples and Li Muyang, preparing to send them away from the mine.

However, at that moment, a deeply resentful growl came from the depths of the pitch-black tunnel.

“Want to leave? It’s not that easy!”

From the depths of the tunnel where the Immortal Sword had flown out, a bizarre and pitch-black fog suddenly surged forth.

It seemed as if endless resentful spirits were howling within the fog, emitting malice and an ominous aura.

The demons of Centipede Ridge had not been completely wiped out.

The strongest of the demon king was still alive and chose this moment to strike.

Seeing the black fog gushing from the depths, Yan Xiaoru’s expression changed slightly.

“Quick, leave!”

She waved her hand forcefully, immediately sending her four direct disciples away: “Once you’re out, seek help from the sect immediately!”

Four beams of purple light wrapped around her four direct disciples and flew toward the outside world.

On the other hand, she retracted the purple light around Li Muyang.

Li Muyang, witnessing this scene, was dumbfounded.

“Elder Yan! I haven’t boarded yet!

He watched in disbelief as Ning Wan’er and the others were escorted away by the purple light, leaving him behind.

What did Elder Yan mean by this?

Everyone else was sent away, but not him?

As the black fog rolled in, Elder Yan gave Li Muyang a cold glance and said, “Don’t worry, stay by my side, and you’ll be safe.”

With that, Elder Yan no longer paid attention to Li Muyang.

Obviously, the situation is dire, so Elder Yan does not intend to waste her spiritual power on a minor character like Li Muyang.

After retracting her spiritual power, she turned her attention to the front and reversed the formation flag in her hand.

“Imperial command!”

The strange and urgent chanting of incantations began, and with Elder Yan’s rapid recitation, the sound echoed continuously within the mine tunnel.

The light of the Soul Refining Formation gathered, rushing towards the black fog ahead.

Clearly, the black fog was not benevolent, and at this moment, Elder Yan didn’t even bother to deal with the Startling Swan Immortal Sword.

She had to block the eerie black fog first.

However, the black fog surged forward, not only enveloping Elder Yan on the altar but also not sparing the nearby Startling Swan Immortal Sword.

The black fog quickly filled Li Muyang’s field of vision, covering the entire mine tunnel.

The ethereal Startling Swan Immortal Sword disappeared within the fog.

And from the depths of the tunnel, the demon king of Centipede Ridge sneered coldly.

“Resisting to the end… Yan Xiaoru, I admit you are indeed powerful.”

“Our joint sneak attack was thwarted by you… you win this time.”

“But winning doesn’t mean you’ll live. This is the Sun and Moon Pot of Centipede Ridge, my treasure. Today, I’ll risk everything, even if it means burning my soul and destroying the Sun and Moon Pot. I will make sure you die here!”

The demon king of Centipede Ridge was filled with extreme resentment.

She was clearly ready to go down fighting.

Elder Yan on the altar, however, had a cold gaze and was fully powering the formation.

“Think we’ll die together? Ridiculous.”

“Today, I will obliterate you and leave you with no place to be buried!”

Brilliant purple light swirled around the altar.

Under the immense compression of spiritual power, a low-level cultivator like Li Muyang felt terrified, as if standing atop a volcano on the verge of eruption.

The altar was gathering the full power of the Soul Refining Formation, its aura immense and penetrating.

In the next instant, the pitch-black fog came crashing down, colliding fiercely with the purple altar.

Boom!

In the deafening roar, endless shockwaves surged through the mine tunnel.

Li Muyang, although protected by the power of the Soul Refining Formation, was not killed, but the relentless shockwaves sent him flying in all directions.

Dizzy and disoriented, Li Muyang felt like he was in a tumbling washing machine.

Under the intense nausea and dizziness, Li Muyang soon passed out.

In a hazy state, he didn’t know how much time had passed when he felt himself stop spinning.

He then fell into some cold river, seemingly drifting along.

After an unknown period of drifting in a daze, Li Muyang suspected he might continue to drift like this indefinitely…

…until a hand grabbed him.

Then Li Muyang felt himself being dragged out of the water and thrown heavily onto the ground.

“…Damn demons…”

A woman’s irritated muttering sounded in his ear.

The voice was somewhat familiar, but before Li Muyang could ponder who it belonged to, his consciousness plunged into darkness again.

This time, he slept for a long time.

When Li Muyang opened his eyes again, he felt sore all over and extremely hungry as if he hadn’t eaten for a month or two.

The moment he regained consciousness, Li Muyang sat up abruptly and looked around.

However, the sight he saw left him dumbfounded.

In his field of vision, the winding mountains in the distance, the river flowing beneath his feet, and the bamboo forest beside him, as well as the two graves outside the bamboo forest…

Wasn’t this scene the resting place of Fairy Yu from the game ‘Legend of Sword and Fairy’?

The familiar scenery left Li Muyang stunned.

–Have I crossed into the game?

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