Four of the top martial artists from the "Martial Arts Rankings" have somehow merged into one person. Their figure is like a phantom, making it difficult to discern what's real and what's not.

  Guo Ye's eyes gleamed like lightning, his gaze clear and distinct. He swiftly shot out his palm, with flames dancing on the print of his hand. However, the black-clad man stretched out eight arms, colliding with Guo Ye's palm print in a flurry of alternating blows.

  "It's all just an illusion."

  Guo Yi stretched out his index finger again, and the sword shadow reappeared on top of it. At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the sword shadow, just like an ancient chant: "One Finger Buries Heaven."

  A golden sword light suddenly shot out from the index finger, the sword light left the body and faced the black-clothed man with eight arms, which instantly shattered like tofu dregs. The sword light passed through the bodies of four people, still undiminished in power, shining brightly, tearing through the night sky, passing through a ten-mile-long void, and then disappearing without a trace like a meteor.

  The sword light disappeared, leaving four black corpses on the ground.

  "This... how can it have such great power, it's likely to pierce through a mountain." Guo Yi was also shocked by the sword energy just now and couldn't understand why its power suddenly became so terrifying.

  Who made the noise just now?

  Kuang Ye looked around, but didn't see a single person. An old voice sounded in his ear again: "I am right inside your body."

  That voice was extremely ancient, like a person who had been asleep for tens of thousands of years suddenly waking up. The voice carried a few parts of serenity and **, just like an old Buddha reciting scriptures, an old monk meditating.

  Kuo Yi's finger suddenly transmitted a wave of pain, and a palm-sized blood-colored small sword slowly emerged from it, then floated in the center of his palm. This was not a shadow of a sword but the actual entity of a sword.

  Guo Ye looked at Xiaojian vigilantly and said in a cold voice: "Are you the sword spirit of Zangtianshen?"

  Ji You Ran once said that the biggest drawback of Tong Ling Bao Wu is that the sword spirit may devour its master, seize the master's body and let itself be reborn. Of course, this only applies to evil sword spirits, and it's not that there are no spiritual sword spirits.

  The little sword was buried in the sky, and suddenly a golden light burst out. The shadow of an ancient Buddha sat cross-legged in mid-air. He wore a red cassock, with a string of beads as big as fists around his neck. His eyebrows and beard were white like snow, his eyebrows were one foot long, and his beard dragged to the ground.

  The ancient Buddha smiled benevolently at Guo Yi, as if seeing through his inner thoughts: "You don't have to be so tense, cultivators of Buddhism have never attached importance to the flesh, I won't take possession of your body."

  "You say it won't work and it won't, what proof is there?" Guo Yi didn't buy the old monk's account at all.

  Ancient Buddha said: "Because I am the master of this small sword in the past, to subdue its evil nature, I will also seal myself within the small sword, transforming into the sword's spirit. If I don't transform its evil nature, I won't become a Buddha for even one day."

  Kwok Yat saw the old monk's words were full of nonsense, and asked again: "A broken sword, do you still need to seal it? Do you think this is really a magic sword that can bury the sky? Your lying skills are too poor."

  "This sword can't bury the sky, I really don't know, but 70,000 years ago its third master did behead all living beings in three great worlds." The ancient Buddha chanted Buddhist scriptures, as if still saving the souls of 70,000 years ago.

  "What? One sword annihilating the lives of three great worlds! You monk are really good at boasting, don't you think a great world is like a big watermelon? I still have no idea how vast the ancient Xuan domain great world is."

  Guo Yi thought that this monk looked honest, but was actually a big scammer. Even if he wouldn't deceive himself, his words were certainly not believable.

  The ancient Buddha continued: "Monks do not speak falsely, and I have no need to lie. This small sword has been passed down through generations of masters who are all unparalleled demons, making the entire world tremble with fear. The blood of countless living beings has been absorbed into the sword, transforming it into a sea of blood."

  As the ancient Buddha spoke, his hand flicked out and the Buried Heaven Sword suddenly opened a door. A sea of blood surged forth from the doorway, an endless expanse of crimson waves crashing against each other. Amidst this bloody ocean floated the bleached bones of countless creatures: dragon corpses as large as mountains, phoenix skeletons stretching dozens of miles long, even the hundred-meter-tall remains of giants...

  Kuang Ye was startled by the scene in front of him, his nose filled with a strong bloody smell, almost dazing his brain.

  The old Buddha closed the gate and smiled kindly: "Now you believe, don't you?"

  "Unbelievable!" Guo Yi was indeed shocked by the scene just now, but he couldn't easily believe a stranger's words, no matter how reasonable they sounded.

  The ancient Buddha's face was calm and unruffled, but suddenly he looked up at the sky and said, "It seems that you have another guest arriving?"

  "A single finger can kill."

  The shadow of the ancient Buddha merged into the Burial Sky Sword once again, and the sword floated in the palm of Guo Yi's hand. A faint golden light enveloped the sword, then with a "whoosh" sound, it flew into his index finger.

  Two people came, each driving a white and black flying ancient car. As soon as the ancient car rushed to the top of the mountain ridge, it was pierced by Guo Yi's two fingers, and the person in the car only let out two sad cries before being shot dead. The bodies along with the ancient cars all fell into the pit, until they were buried, Guo Yi didn't even know if the people in the car were male or female.

  Now this ordinary small hill has buried eight masters of "Wu Bang", and three dead pits are still empty, and it is unknown whether there will be any more masters coming.

  Guo Yi summoned the ancient Buddha again and asked: "Monk, what should I call you?"

  "Kasyapa, you can call me Kasyapa Ancient Buddha or Master Kasyapa."

  Guo Yi sat casually on a tombstone, saying: "Alright, I'll call you Jia Ye monk. You said I'm so powerful, why haven't I entered the top 108 of the 'Martial Arts Ranking' yet?"

  Kasyapa Buddha seemed to have a very good temper and didn't mind Guo Yi's disrespectful attitude, smiling: "Actually your combat power is already stronger than some of the people ranked on the 'Martial Ranking List', but most of your strength comes from the Zangtian Sword, not your own strength. If you cultivate the 'Zangtian Demon Scripture', you can instantly get a ranking on the 'Martial Ranking List'."

  "Isn't it 'Burial of the Heavenly Spirit'? How did it become 'Burial of the Heavenly Devil'?" Guo Yi re-examined the over 100 ancient characters in his mind and found that the name was indeed "Burial of the Heavenly Spirit", not some sort of devil scripture.

  Kaisho Kofu smiled and said, "When you first entered the Xianmen, you couldn't see the complete 'Zang Tian Mo Dian'. Your current cultivation is not enough, so you can only see the spiritual formula part. How many ancient characters did you see in total? Not more than ten, right? I recall that when the third master of Zang Tian Jian first started cultivating the 'Zang Tian Mo Dian', he saw eighteen ancient characters. He was indeed a genius, whereas I only saw twelve characters."

  Guo Yi looked at the dense ancient characters in his mind, numbering over a hundred, and said: "You guys are too weak, I've seen over a hundred ancient characters."

  Kasyapa's face froze with a smile, and his usually calm face also showed a layer of frost. He shouted: "You little brat, don't blow the cowhide apart. Even as the first master of the Heavenly Burial Sword, I haven't seen one hundred ancient characters."

  Guo Yidao said: "Why would I cheat you? Let me count... there are a total of 168 ancient characters."

  "It's said that there are 168 ways to achieve immortality, this young man absolutely can't know this obscure number, could everything he said be true?" The heart of the ancient Buddha Kasyapa was already in a state of stillness like an ancient well without ripples, yet at this moment it was still shaken.

  Kuo Yeh looked at the face of Kasyapa, which was sometimes green and sometimes white, completely unlike that of a Taoist priest who had attained enlightenment. In his heart, he secretly thought, "This monk won't be scared silly, will he?"

  After a long time, Kashyapa Buddha finally recovered from the shock and turned into a Buddhist master again, saying: "You have such a great opportunity, which is a good thing. Now that I have become the sword spirit of the Burial Heaven Sword, I will pass on to you the cultivation method of the Spiritual Chapter of the Burial Heaven Demon Classic."

  "Wait a minute." Guo Yi said: "You are indeed an enlightened monk, you have cultivated the magic classics yourself, do you still want to teach me?"

  Kasyapa, the ancient Buddha, said calmly: "Evil arises from the mind, and if there is no evil in the mind, then there will be no evil in the world. What we call 'Buddha' and what we call 'evil' are just different methods of cultivation. In this world, there are 168 paths to immortality, and every path can lead to enlightenment. Even if one follows the path of evil to its extreme, they can still attain immortality."

  "You're quite open-minded."

  Guo Yi now began to admire Jia Ye and Shang, thinking that he saw further than ordinary monks, and did not seem to be bound by convention.

  A Buddha teaching a demon scripture is originally the most ridiculous thing in this world, but at this time it was actually performed.

  Kuo Yixin's mind was always thinking, "If the master of Kasyapa saw this scene now, would he directly jump out from which ancient temple, holding a wooden fish and smashing several big bags on Kasyapa's head. Of course, being able to hand over such a deeply Buddhist monk like Kasyapa, his own cultivation is probably also quite terrifying."

  "The Burial of the Heavenly Demon Scripture" is different from other cultivation scriptures, it must be assisted by the Burial of the Heavenly Sword to cultivate, and the extraction of spiritual energy from the world also needs to go through the filtration of the sword body before it can be thoroughly absorbed by the body.

  "You will now rotate one hundred and sixty-eight ancient characters, re-fuse them into the Burial Heaven Sword, and then revolve around the sword body."

  Guo Yi followed the method of Jia Ye Gu Fo and re-infused the ancient characters into the Burial Heaven Sword, then rotated it. Suddenly, a small whirlpool appeared on the sword again, just like that night at the top of the mountain outside Youjin City. The whirlpool recklessly swept away the surrounding spiritual energy, just like a black hole devouring everything.

  "It won't work, I feel like my body is about to burst." Guo Yi wanted to stop the ancient characters from rotating.

  Kaisho Kofu said, "The greatest taboo of the Burial Heaven Sword is that it can help you cut off the bottleneck, try to command the Burial Heaven Sword to help you cross the threshold of cultivation."

  "So powerful, you can actually ignore bottlenecks, no wonder even a monk like you comes to cultivate demonic classics."

  Although Guo Yi said so, he still followed his words and buried the Tianxiao sword like a meteor, directly passing through the golden immortal gate. Suddenly, a long golden immortal road appeared in front of Guo Yi, with a palace sitting at the far end of the road, one side gold and the other red. Only when he opened that palace did Guo Yi enter the first realm of immortality. Unfortunately, no matter how he commanded the Tianxiao sword, it was difficult to move forward again.

  Kuo Yeh hastily said: "Monk, didn't you say that the Burial Sky Sword can break through all bottlenecks? Now it seems to be of no use."

  Kasyapa Ancient Buddha said: "The Heavenly Sword can only help you break through the bottleneck, but more is still up to you to break through. Moreover, you have just set foot on the path of cultivation, and if you want to enter the first realm of cultivation, there is still a long way to go."

  Guo Yidao said: "When will I have to leave? I feel that the palace on the fairy road is getting farther and farther away from me."

  "You should first step through your other immortal gate, the two immortal paths must be walked together. As long as you step through both immortal gates, you can actually enter the first realm of cultivation very quickly."

  The first realm of cultivation is called the "Nine Palaces". Cultivators in this realm are known as "Lingzhe". On this path, there are nine palaces. The end of the Nine Palaces marks the beginning of the next realm.

  Guo Yi seemed to have gained some insight, the golden gate had already been stepped on, but the red gate still blocked him outside. At this moment, the "Martial Chart" imprint on Guo Yi's chest jumped repeatedly and finally broke through a layer of boundaries, entering the ranking chart.

  "One hundred and third!"

  Only those who enter the top 108 of "Wu Bang" can have a ranking, and now Guo Yao's ranking is at the bottom.

  "Although the ranking is low, if the power of the Burial Heaven Sword is added, the combat power will probably be even more powerful, and it should be possible to compete with those guys in the top 50. If I can also cross the Red Gate, what height can my ranking reach?"

  "Wow, her name is actually on the list too."

  At this time, the ranking of "Wu Bang" changed again. A woman's name surpassed Guo Yi and jumped all the way to 41st place before stopping. The 41st place is a rather terrifying ranking, even if Guo Yi uses all his hidden cards now, he may not be able to win.

  "Yan Honglei, the number one beauty of Youjin City, actually squeezed me out to 104th place."

  Kuo Yi's head was very uncomfortable, just on the "Martial Arts List" and dropped in ranking, and it was still squeezed out by a woman, which is a kind of provocation.

  The moon is in the middle of the sky, with numerous stars twinkling around it. It's still an hour before dawn breaks.

  Dawn is always the quietest time of day, as if the whole world is still asleep.

  Within three hours, a total of seven masters from the "Martial Arts Leaderboard" arrived one after another, but upon seeing the eight new graves and three unburied coffins on the hilltop, they were frightened away from afar.

  Guo Yao stood proudly at the top of the mountain, watching as wave after wave of Wubang high-ranking experts were scared away. Yet in his heart, he held a thread of anticipation, waiting for someone. However, until noon the next day, the person he was expecting still hadn't appeared.

  "Yan Honglei, you didn't come after all, how disappointing."

  Until the night fell on the second day, no more experts came, and Guo Yi left the mountain ridge, riding the golden strange beast of Jiu Gongzi, breaking through the clouds, flying towards Youjin City.

  An hour later, a man in a green robe and Confucian shirt walked into the Long Valley King City, stepped into the Taishi Mansion, came to the front of the stone house, saw the couple nailed on the stone wall, his face without any expression changes, whispered: "It turns out that I was one step late, that thing five years ago I had stored it here, did not expect to be preempted by someone."

  A man in a Confucian robe snapped his fingers, and a brilliant light flashed. In mid-air, an illusory water mirror appeared, displaying scenes that had once occurred here. Finally, Guo Yao's image was frozen on the water mirror.

  With a light wave of his hand, the water mirror disappeared. The Confucian-robed man muttered to himself: "The murderer didn't leave any clues behind, and what I wanted has gone missing again? It seems that for now, I can only find this young boy."

  "This city doesn't need to exist in this world anymore."

  A Confucian scholar stepped out, and the entire Longguang Wangcheng instantly sank into the ground, turning into a huge heavenly pit with a length of 100 miles on a flat plain. The ash flew across the sky, the palace was submerged, and tens of thousands of people were buried in it.

  The Confucian scholar came to the mountain ridge a hundred miles away, stroked the tombstone, and then turned into a green light flying towards the direction of the secluded city.