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Xu Qing looked over and saw a long-haired young man with his hands clasped behind his back. Riding a sword, he came to a stop in front of the tomb in the blink of an eye.

SWISH!

With a wave of his right hand,

the long-haired young man put away the Magic Sword.

"Greetings."

The long-haired young man clasped his hands and bowed to Xu Qing, his expression calm and composed. "I am Nie Qingyun," he said simply.

"Xu Qing."

Xu Qing replied, clasping his hands in return.

"Ah, so it’s Fellow Daoist Xu."

Nie Qingyun said, then made a suggestion. "Since fate has brought us together, why don’t we explore this massive tomb together? That way, if we run into any danger, we can watch each other’s backs."

"Alright."

After a moment’s thought, Xu Qing nodded in agreement.

"After you!"

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Xu Qing and Nie Qingyun’s figures shot through the air, flying swiftly toward the massive tomb ahead and arriving at its entrance.

There,

at the entrance, stood a tombstone.

Unfortunately,

the tombstone was bare, bearing only three sword marks. Each mark pulsed with a terrifying, residual Sword Dao Rhyme.

Afterward,

Xu Qing and Nie Qingyun entered the massive tomb. As they ventured deeper into the passageway, the surroundings grew darker and darker until it was so pitch-black they couldn’t see their own hands in front of their faces.

They continued onward,

both extremely vigilant. They had expected to encounter dangers or monsters in the passageway, but they reached the deepest part of the tomb without running into any traps or threats along the way.

In the depths of the tomb

was a sizable underground plaza, a full kilometer in diameter. The ceiling above was embedded with countless night-luminescent pearls, illuminating the once-dark plaza as if it were day.

Furthermore,

Xu Qing and Nie Qingyun saw an immensely tall Sword Stele standing in the very center of the plaza. The stele was pitch-black, and carved upon it were two words: "Sword Stele." The words themselves seemed to contain a mysterious and supreme Dao and principle.

Moreover,

Xu Qing also saw three figures sitting cross-legged around the Sword Stele. Two were men with extraordinary auras; one had the appearance of a young man, while the other looked middle-aged.

In truth,

at a Realm like Xu Qing’s, one’s appearance could no longer determine their true age. The image they projected was merely an external manifestation.

Finally,

there was an exceptionally beautiful woman in a long pink dress.

The three of them sat cross-legged around the Sword Stele, positioned as close to it as possible. Waves of Law flowed around them as they comprehended the mysteries of the stele.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, do you know who those three are?"

At that moment,

Nie Qingyun suddenly asked.

"I do not."

Xu Qing shook his head.

"Allow me to enlighten you."

Nie Qingyun smiled and continued, "The stunning woman in the pink dress is Mo Piaomiao. She’s from the direct lineage of the Mo Family, one of the Hundred Schools of Thought in the Central Tang Dynasty. Her Cultivation is profound. And while she, like us, has reached Perfect Law Realm Perfection, she also cultivates Shushan’s Lifebound Sword Cultivation Method, one of the three strongest Sword Dao Introduction Methods."

"However,"

"Mo Piaomiao has also mastered the Supreme Divine Techniques of the Mo Family, making her exceptionally powerful. It’s even rumored that she possesses the strength to contend with cultivators in the Fifth Realm."

"The Hundred Schools of Thought?"

Xu Qing mused, then asked, "What are the Hundred Schools of Thought?"

"Fellow Daoist Xu, you’ve never even heard of the Hundred Schools of Thought?"

Nie Qingyun was stunned for a moment.

"No."

Xu Qing nodded.

"Tsk, tsk..."

Nie Qingyun clicked his tongue. "It seems you’re a reclusive cultivator, Fellow Daoist Xu. The so-called Hundred Schools of Thought are the most powerful factions, second only to the Nine Great Sacred Lands."

"All the other powers, like the various Sects, are merely their vassals."

"The Hundred Schools of Thought include the Military School, the Medical School, the School of Diplomacy, the Yin Yang School, and so on... They are spread across every corner of the Central Tang Dynasty and are led by the Great Tang Court. Together with the Nine Great Sacred Lands that stand as guardians, they form the vast domain of the Central Tang Dynasty, the number one Dynasty of the Human Race."

"I’m starting to understand."

Xu Qing said.

"Ahem..."

Nie Qingyun coughed lightly. "I’ve gotten a bit off-topic. As I was saying, Fellow Daoist Xu, Mo Piaomiao’s background and strength are no small matter, and the other two are just as exceptional."

"Specifically,"

"the one with the appearance of a young man is Xu Huang Mountain, from the Legalist School, and the one who looks middle-aged is Duan Siming, from the Yin Yang School."

"Each one of them has mastered powerful Supreme Divine Techniques."

"I see."

Xu Qing nodded slightly. "Whether they are strong or not has little to do with me."

"Uh..."

Nie Qingyun was taken aback. "I suppose that’s true."

SWISH!

Xu Qing took a step and flew toward the Sword Stele. He didn’t disturb Mo Piaomiao and the other two, as there was still an empty spot near the stele where he could sit.

Thus,

Xu Qing sat down in the empty space closest to the Sword Stele. He raised his head, fixed his gaze on it, and let his perception spread out, becoming completely absorbed in his observation.

With a thought,

Xu Qing’s consciousness connected with the Encyclopedia of All Things. His gaze returned to the Sword Stele as he attempted to record it, but the attempt failed.

The reason was simple.

The Sword Stele did not belong to him; it was not his possession. That was why the recording had failed.

’What a pity,’

Xu Qing sighed.