Chapter 1728: Gold Sword Diagram

A Mortal's Journey to Immortality - Main Text, Volume 9, Hundred Tribes of the Spirit Realm, Chapter 1702: The Golden Sword

The interior was quite simple. A small door divided the originally rectangular room into two sections: an outer room and an inner room.

The outer room was larger and clearly a living room. It was empty except for some simple tables, chairs, and a tea set.

Han Li swept his divine sense over these items, noting that the materials used were quite rare but utterly useless to him. Without hesitation, he instantly stepped into the inner bedroom.

This room contained a few more items.

Besides a pale green jade bed, there was a rectangular desk. On the desk lay several writing brushes, a pale red inkstone, and a stack of snow-white, thin, silk-like material.

Han Li's eyebrow twitched. He walked to the desk, picked up the brushes and the inkstone, examined them briefly, then shook his head and set them back down.

However, he then reached out, took the thin silk-like material, and gently unfolded it with a flick.

They were all completely blank!

Han Li's expression remained unchanged. He returned the blank material to its place, then swept his divine sense carefully through the room again. After confirming there was nothing overlooked, he turned and left without hesitation.

He had not expected any significant discoveries in a place clearly intended for disciples, so he naturally did not linger.

Moreover, there were over a dozen such rooms, and with time being limited, it was impossible to examine each one too closely.

Thus, Han Li quickly searched through all the dozen or so rooms.

As a result, he found nothing except a few jade slips inscribed with an unknown ancient script.

These jade slips were casually placed by the bedside in one of the bedrooms and were likely not important.

Han Li casually put them away, planning to examine them later to see if he could glean any useful information, should he ever decipher the ancient script.

After all, he was still very curious about everything concerning the True Immortal Realm.

Taking his puppet with him, he returned to the main hall and then flashed through a side door on the opposite side.

After passing through another corridor, Han Li arrived at a different set of neatly arranged rooms. These rooms were completely unlike the previous side chambers; each one was perfectly square, featuring only a small door and no windows.

Moreover, all the rooms were completely independent, separated by more than ten *zhang*.

What made Han Li's heart skip a beat was that the surfaces of these square rooms shimmered with silver light, covered entirely in pale silver runes.

They were precisely the Silver Chalice Script, with which he was unusually familiar.

Han Li gazed at these rooms for a while and finally confirmed that they were all cultivation chambers.

This discovery brought a hint of joy to his heart.

Since these were cultivation chambers, there might be items left behind by previous occupants. However, as he looked at the dense silver runes inscribed on the small doors, his expression grew a bit more solemn.

Generally, the formations set up in such private chambers are minor restrictions, primarily for soundproofing or preventing prying. However, after his terrifying encounter with the main hall's gate, he naturally would not let his guard down.

This time, however, he did not send the giant ape puppet to test anything. Instead, after applying several layers of protection to himself, he flicked his sleeve towards the stone door of one of the cultivation chambers.

A small green sword shot forth, instantly transforming into a green rainbow about a *zhang* in length, and struck fiercely against the chamber's door.

Without a second thought, he intended to use brute force to break the restriction on the door.

The chamber door erupted in silver light, and a clear, resonant clang echoed from within.

The silver light appeared ordinary, yet the Azure Bamboo Cloud-Swarm Sword was forcefully repelled. The sword light struck the silver light as if hitting water, unable to break through immediately, only slowly eroding the spiritual radiance.

Seeing this, Han Li felt a sense of relief.

Indeed, as expected, the restriction on the door was not a counter-attacking type, and was likely a very low-level restriction even in the Immortal Realm.

It made sense. How could a dozen cultivation chambers lined up together have any truly powerful restrictions?

Without further hesitation, he flipped his hand, and a small black mountain, several inches tall, appeared and was thrown forward.

The small mountain, enveloped in black light, instantly grew to about a *zhang* in size and slammed fiercely onto the silver radiance.

This time, the door's restriction clearly could not withstand such immense force. Immediately after the clear clang ceased, the silver light dispersed and vanished.

With a flash of green light, the door was forcefully cut into two halves by the sword light, falling open on either side.

Han Li retrieved his treasure and strode in.

This so-called cultivation chamber was only seven or eight *zhang* in size and exceptionally empty. Other than a prayer mat woven from "Armor Grass," there was nothing else inside.

Therefore, there was no need to scan the place with divine sense.

Han Li could only sigh faintly. After casually putting away the prayer mat, he backed out of the chamber.

There were many more such chambers, so he wasn't particularly disappointed.

Using the same method, he broke open another stone door and entered, but a moment later, he emerged empty-handed.

In this manner, Han Li consecutively broke into six more chambers, but as if struck by bad luck, he still found nothing.

This made Han Li inwardly curse his bad luck, and he held little expectation for the remaining chambers.

However, with a loud "boom," the seventh chamber was also broken open. As he stepped inside, he let out a soft exclamation of surprise, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This chamber was surprisingly very different from the preceding ones.

Not only was the room fully furnished with tables and chairs, but on the table rested three jade boxes of varying sizes and two small bottles. Most striking, however, was a shimmering golden painting hanging on one wall.

The painting's surface was so dazzling with golden light that he couldn't discern its contents.

Han Li briefly closed his eyes, then suddenly reopened them a moment later. Blue light flickered in his pupils, and he was finally able to clearly see the painting, no longer deterred by the golden light, though his expression froze in astonishment.

The painting was densely covered with countless golden flying swords, all identical in style.

These flying swords varied in posture and size; the largest resembled colossal heaven-piercing swords, giving him the terrifying impression of being dozens of *zhang* long, while the smallest were only an inch long. Yet, at a glance, even the intricate patterns on the smallest swords were clearly visible, as if they were right before his eyes.

With so many golden swords depicted, the painting should logically have appeared exceptionally chaotic, making it impossible to distinguish one from another. However, each flying sword was lifelike, possessing a distinct aura, allowing countless variations to be discerned at a glance.

This strangely magnificent Myriad Sword Painting delighted Han Li. His eyes were fixed on the painting, and he remained motionless.

In just a moment, Han Li suddenly groaned and stumbled back several steps, as if struck by a powerful, invisible force. He immediately turned his head, quickly averting his gaze from the painting, not daring to look at it for another moment.

Simultaneously, an unnatural flush appeared on his face.

"What powerful divine sense!" he murmured. "It felt as if I was truly struck by a flying sword. If I wasn't already proficient in sword techniques, and if my divine sense wasn't strong, that attack just now would have severely damaged my spiritual consciousness."

After his spiritual energy circulated rapidly through his meridians a few times, the abnormality in Han Li's body subsided, but his face still bore an expression of shock.

After composing himself, Han Li immediately flipped his hand, revealing a stack of multicolored talismans between his fingers. With another flick, over a dozen talismans of various colors shot out in succession, disappearing into the sword painting after a few flashes.

A bizarre phenomenon occurred: multicolored phantom runes appeared on the surface of the sword painting, completely enveloping the golden light beneath them, and rapidly shrinking.

The golden light emanating from the sword painting, suppressed by the runes, reluctantly began to shrink, finally vanishing completely in a flash.

The phantom runes, under pressure, instantly reverted into over a dozen restriction talismans, which firmly affixed themselves to the painting.

Instantly, all the various auras on the sword painting vanished, as if it had become a perfectly ordinary drawing.

Han Li smiled slightly at this, and with a single hand, he made a grasping motion in the air.

With a "whoosh," the sword painting was forcefully pulled from the wall and fell into his hand.

A faint green light flashed, and the painting immediately rolled itself into a scroll and vanished.

Only then did Han Li exhale softly, and his heart relaxed.

It was unknown whether this Myriad Sword Painting was created by the owner of this place, but even from a few brief glances, he could feel that it was extraordinarily profound, seemingly containing a mysterious cultivation method. It resembled both a powerful sword art and some kind of divine sense secret technique. However, its true nature would naturally require his thorough research to determine.

Next, he walked to the table, and with a flick of his sleeve, a wave of green light swept out.

Instantly, the lids of the jade boxes and small bottles all flew open within the glowing light.

After sweeping his divine sense inside, Han Li frowned.

The three jade boxes each contained a few talismans, inscribed with extraordinarily complex Silver Chalice Script. However, the spiritual energy within them had long since dissipated, rendering them useless. The two small bottles were empty, though faint traces of a spiritual liquid's former presence were visible inside.

It seemed the two small bottles had originally contained some kind of spiritual liquid, but due to insufficient preservation and the passage of many years, they had dried up. After a brief thought, Han Li collected the talismans.

These talismans were significantly different from the ones he knew from the Golden Palace Jade Book, making them worth studying and perhaps replicating.

Next, he searched other parts of this chamber but found nothing else.

Han Li retreated without a word.

He did not overlook the remaining chambers either, but like the previous ones, they were all empty.

When he emerged from the last chamber, he quickly walked back the way he came without pausing.

Not long after, Han Li exited the entire side hall. On the platform outside the hall door, he glanced towards the other two side halls and the mountain path in front of the main hall, a contemplative expression on his face.

By this time, Shi Kun and Liu Shui'er should be nearing the mountain peak!