The Taoist priests of Xuánjī Mountain emphasize controlling the sword with the mind rather than with the breath.

  Mysterious Eight Swords, refers to eight kinds of sword intentions.

  The eight swords can be said to be profound and subtle, and are the foundation of the Xuanji Mountain Xiuzhen tradition. Each sword was created by a generation of masters, representing a kind of will, both towards the sword and towards humanity.

  Mystic Water Curtain, ranked second among the Eight Swords of the Mystic, was created by Shui Yunzi, the ninth generation leader of the Mystic Mountain. Shui Yunzi is a legendary figure, said to be the strongest in the ancient Mystic Realm's history, who once plucked seven stars from the void with his bare hands and used their power to break off a corner of the ancient Mystic Realm's Great Domain Wall, earning him the reputation as: The First Warrior in History, How Can Later Generations Compare to Him?

  Xuanji Water Curtain was created by Shuiyunzi in his early years, when he was young and vigorous, representing a youthful spirit, a fearless courage, and an invincible momentum.

  These are the things that Guo Yi is currently lacking, his character is not tough enough, he lacks the training of blood and tears, and he also lacks a heart as hard as iron necessary to become a strong person, and these are not something that a teenager can possess overnight, it requires the tempering of time and the grinding of personal experience.

  Kuo Yipan sat on the ground with his eyes closed, constantly deducing the essence of the old beggar's sword intent from earlier. His hands continuously drew in the air, his fingers like sharp swords being unsheathed, repeatedly searching for that feeling of invincibility with one strike, but no matter what, he couldn't replicate that feeling from his mind to his hands.

  Guo Yi sat for four hours, from noon till nightfall.

  The masters of adversity have been observing Guo Yao's progress all along, as if this has become a kind of pleasure for them. This is a state of mind that is content with whatever comes their way.

  Yin Bai Chuan said, "This young man seems to have a fate with the Buddha after all. To cultivate Bodhi's three movements and gain an initial glimpse of the path in just three hours is absolutely a rare Buddhist cultivator seen once in ten thousand years. As for understanding the mysteries of the Eight Swords, it seems to be somewhat lacking."

  The Master of Misery nodded and said, "He is absolutely the person with the highest Buddha nature I have ever seen. It took me three years to reach his state when I was cultivating Bodhi three moves, but he only used three hours. He is really a formidable younger generation. If he is willing, I would like to take him back to Bodhi Mountain and tonsure him. A thousand years later, he will surely be known as a godly monk of the generation."

  Xuan Huangzi shook his head and said, "Actually, this young man's understanding of the Xuanji Water Curtain is already very impressive. You see, the number of times he stabs with his fingers, at first it was 360 times in one hour, but recently it has been only 60 times in one hour. This shows that in just half a day, his understanding of sword intent has increased sixfold. When he stabs once in an hour, it is also the time when the sword intent enters the gate."

  Xuan Di Zi nodded and said, "I guess he'll be able to grasp the sword intent by tomorrow sunset at the latest, and strike out with his first water curtain. His combat power will increase by a factor of two immediately. This is a terrifyingly talented young man. I spent ten years learning one of the Tianji Eight Swords back in the day, and my master praised me for my exceptional talent. But he's managed to learn it in just a day and a half - this is just too unfair."

  "If we bring this young man back to Xuán Jī Mountain, Master Zhuāng will definitely want to monopolize him again. Those few old guys will probably come out and fight for him too. The whole Xuán Jī Mountain will be turned upside down." said Xuán Huáng Zǐ.

  The old beggar was still hanging from the tree, but upon hearing the conversation of several people, he immediately chimed in and said: "You few old guys are thinking of doing what? Robbery? I'll tell you a few things, that little guy already has an owner. Do you think I really just taught him the ultimate skill for the sake of betting with you? Haha, actually it was intentional."

  The Master of Misfortune, the Mysterious Yellow and Black Sons all gave him a glance, thinking that he was indeed deliberate, the emotions he conveyed were all someone else's ultimate skills, while the human feelings had been given away by him.

  Just then, three figures flew back in the night sky, it was Sisi and Shuangsheng. At this time, Sisi's hand actually grasped another old man who had fainted, and she threw him to the ground with one throw.

  Hua Er Lou hastily ran over and tied up the old man, who was a bald elder wearing a cloth robe, emitting a strong stench of corpses from his body.

  Yin Baihe exclaimed, "Corpse King, Wu Xing Tian, isn't this one of the three giants of White Bone Mountain? How did you also get caught? Don't you care whether someone is on the right path or the evil path, you just arrest them all?"

  Ximen Wolf also had a gloomy face and said, "Who told this old guy to claim he was a righteous person, but in the end, he was knocked unconscious by our family's little aunt with one stick."

  Si Si said with some regret, "Although we've caught him, the bald-headed Corpse Emperor he raised has escaped. Next time, I'll definitely catch it and make it a gatekeeper for my little world."

  Several seniors present were instantly depressed, this little girl who looked like she hadn't grown up yet had such a big tone, wanting to catch a Corpse Emperor to watch the door. The entire ancient mysterious domain probably didn't have anyone with her level of audacity. However, they thought about it and realized that even people like themselves had fallen at her hands, so if she went to catch a Corpse Emperor to watch the door, it actually wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

  Si Si crouched down, her bright big eyes staring curiously at Guo Yao, stretching out a finger to rub his shoulder, but Guo Yao didn't react at all.

  "What's wrong with him?" SiSi asked.

  Hua Er Lou tied up the bald old man separately, then walked over and smiled: "My eldest is comprehending the peerless sword manual, don't disturb him, hurry up and serve wine to the few seniors."

  Although these few people had tied up several senior experts, they were very respectful, just like treating their own masters, with all the necessary courtesy, which was specifically instructed by Guo Yi.

  After nightfall, the whole world became quieter, with only the faint light of distant lanterns shining over.

  Si Si was like a little girl, sitting obediently beside Guo Yao, her two hands propping up her chin, her big eyes wide open and staring at him, occasionally silly smiling.

  The old beggar hung in the tree, blowing cool wind, said: "That little girl, I tell you, don't look at this silly boy anymore, you have no chance, he has someone else in his heart."

  Si Si remained in that posture and smiled: "I know! I just wanted to stay by his side, and didn't think of moving into his heart."

  "Damn it, how can you be so stupid? Do you even understand what I'm saying?" The old beggar felt like he was playing a zither to a cow, completely talking to an idiot.

  "What's all the commotion about? Don't disturb him while he's cultivating." After saying that, SiSi took a big stick and knocked the old beggar unconscious again.

  The four seniors of Zheng Dao sitting under the tree all looked at each other in dismay, and the four of them shook their heads and sighed at the same time. They completely didn't understand what was going on in the minds of young people nowadays!

  "Boom!"

  At midnight, a blood light burst out from outside the sky, piercing through the heavens and shooting straight into the vast starry sky.

  Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky turned into crimson-colored clouds, and the vast land of 9.99 billion miles in the western part of Nanling was completely transformed into a crimson ocean. In this sea of blood, a bright lamp lit up, its light radiating for tens of millions of miles, illuminating almost the entire ghost domain.

  The color before my eyes had completely turned blood red, and even the ground beneath was constantly seeping out fresh red blood, as if a fountain of blood was continuously gushing upwards, then gathering into countless rivers of blood, all flowing towards the direction of the divine tomb.

  No one knew where this blood came from, as if the entire earth was bleeding.

  "Alas, the Blood Sacrifice has begun, this time we've really made a big mistake."

  Xuan Huangzi also nodded his head and stamped his foot: "This time returning to the mountain gate, I have no face to see Master Shifu."

  "It seems that this is the fate of the ancient Xuan domain's cultivation world, and it has already been predetermined. Even if we rush over in time, we may not be able to stop all of this."

  The Master of Misfortune's Tao of sympathizing with heaven and pitying the people: "From now on, this world will be full of troubles."

  Yin Baihe still didn't give up and hastily called out to SiSi, "Little girl, quickly let us go! We must stop a great calamity."

  Si Si shook her head and pointed at Guo Yi: "He said let go can only let go."

  Just as the entire land began to shake, Guo Yi remained still, as if he hadn't felt anything happening outside. He was like an old monk in meditation, and in one hour, he only made six sword moves, with the frequency constantly slowing down, until dawn, when he could make only two swords in an hour.

  Guo Yi's progress seems to be much faster than Xuan Di Zi's estimate, and he doesn't need to wait until sunset. Perhaps in the next time frame, he can initially enter the threshold of the Mysterious Mechanism Water Curtain.

  "How many more hours do you think this kid will take to wake up?" The old beggar woke up again, but his voice was much softer now. He looked around for Xi Xi's whereabouts, afraid of being hit by her again.

  The entire sky and earth were stained red with blood, even though it was already daylight, the bloody fog had not yet dispersed. At this time, everyone was waiting for Guo Yao to wake up. Only when Guo Yao woke up could the nine-dragon ropes on their bodies be loosened.

  "I estimate it will take at least three more hours." Xuan Huangzi said with a thoughtful expression.

  Yin Baihe nodded and said, "I think it's about the same, hoping he can wake up soon."

  Now nobody knows how far the situation of the divine tomb has deteriorated, and they can't wait for a moment.

  The old beggar burst out laughing: "Even if this kid wakes up, what's the big deal? Do you think he'll let us go? That's absolutely impossible. The little girl is short-sighted, the kid is dead-hearted, and that fat guy is heartless. If you want them to release people, just wait quietly until tomorrow sunset!"

  "Boom!"

  At this moment, a water curtain suddenly appeared outside Guo Yi's body. The fingers on his hand shone with golden light. With one finger, he pierced the water curtain and stirred up ripples. Suddenly, a small golden sword flew out from the tip of his finger, tearing through three thousand miles of land, and with one sword, it flattened a small mountain to the ground.

  Xuan Huangzi's face revealed a look of shock: "His Xuanji Water Curtain is so formidable, having just grasped the first piece of the Water Curtain's combat strength and it has already doubled, at least increasing by four times."

  "It's too terrifying, his fingers have a strange and mysterious power, the Water Curtain can exert twice the power in his hands compared to ordinary people." Xuan Di Zi was also shocked.

  But this was just the beginning, and suddenly the air fluctuated again. A wave of water burst out from Guo Yi's body, and now two layers of water curtains overlapped in front of him. His fingers stabbed out once more, and the Flying Sword of Heaven shot out at an even faster speed, as if a dragon was swimming through the sky, directly piercing through the blood-red clouds above, revealing half of the clear blue sky within hundreds of miles, with the sound of swords ringing out, shattering layer after layer of cloud.

  "Eight times combat power, reaching eight times combat power in just one day, this is absolutely a monster!" The Master of Hardship exclaimed.

  The old beggar nodded and said with satisfaction: "This kid has a bit of talent that's intimidating, reminiscent of my own style back in the day."

  "Whoosh!"

  Kuang Ye stood up straight, took back the Burial Sky Sword in his hand, and smiled faintly: "The Xuanji Water Curtain is indeed profound and intricate. Without a hundred years of hard work, it's difficult to fully comprehend!"

  "Stop pretending to be tough with me, you've already gotten into big trouble. Let us go quickly, or you'll die here too." The old beggar saw that SiSi was not there and started shouting loudly again.

  Guo Yi only then discovered the strange phenomenon between heaven and earth, with blood clouds like seas, the land bleeding, and even the air filled with a bloody smell. His face was solemn as he gazed out at the sky, where a white bony mountain floated vaguely in the midst of the blood clouds, while a huge blood-red millstone also floated in another part of the sky. In the central position, however, a bright lamp shone brightly, illuminating the entire land with a brilliant light.

  The old beggar continued to shout: "Hey kid, did you hear what I'm saying?"

  "We've heard that, let's wait together until tomorrow at sunset, and my promise to her will be fulfilled. At that time, I'll go with you." Guo Yi said firmly: "If she deserves to die, I'll accompany you to kill her; if she doesn't deserve to die, I'd rather you kill me, I won't let you kill her."