Inverted Swordfall

Passing through the suffocatingly claustrophobic underground river, the view suddenly opened up.

An extremely piercing roar, like tens of thousands of flying swords being unsheathed simultaneously right next to the ears, violently shook one's soul.

This was an arrogant and wild picture capable of subverting any cultivator's understanding.

A silver galaxy hundreds of meters wide actually forcibly defied the laws of heaven and earth, rising straight up from the bottom of the abyss!

It violently and turbulently flowed in reverse, crashing into the void fissures at the highest reaches of the firmament.

Floating all around were countless large and small inverted cone-shaped stone islands, like dead guards submitting to their king.

The air was filled with a thick, inescapable stench of rust and blood.

Every drop of water splashed by that inverted waterfall reflected a dazzling and mesmerizing immortal aura, but in reality, it was formed from extremely pure and chaotic liquefied sword qi.

And at the very bottom of that inverted waterfall, where there should have been a clear pool, a layer of nauseating, demonic red mist now permeated the air.

That was a dead zone dyed red by the flesh and blood of countless rogue cultivators who had vainly attempted to force their way into this place, only to be instantly ground into meat paste by the chaotic sword qi.

Gu Yang stood on an inverted floating rock with sharp edges, his coarse gray clothes flapping loudly in the reverse astral winds.

He looked coldly at the unnatural reverse gravity field ahead, his deep black eyes devoid of the slightest ripple.

Lan Caidie was like a boneless water snake, tightly wrapped around Gu Yang's arm.

That already tattered purple tube dress had long been soaked by the frigid pool water, clinging to her like a second layer of skin and extremely obediently outlining her breathtakingly voluptuous curves.

The extreme cold and the morbid excitement of narrowly escaping death made her pant heavily.

Her warm and moist breath, mixed with the sweet and deadly Gu fragrance from within her body, sprayed unreservedly onto the rough linen fabric of Gu Yang's clothes.

Master...

She looked up with an extremely infatuated expression on her bewitching face. Her eyelashes, dotted with water droplets, trembled slightly, and the flush at the corners of her eyes looked as if it would drip blood.

Will the Formless Poison Miasma in the middle section of the waterfall ahead really allow my natal Gu to survive this final death tribulation?

She did not beg directly, but those soul-stealing eyes flickered with an almost paranoid greed for power.

As long as the Gu insect transformed, those old geezers in the Southern Border who tried to refine her into a human cauldron would all have to die.

Gu Yang did not look at her.

He merely and extremely casually raised that large hand with rough, thin calluses and grabbed her fragile and slender neck.

The scorching Great Sun True Fire aura between his fingertips instantly suppressed the restless, sinister Gu poison within her body.

Lan Caidie, however, trembled all over as if electrocuted. Not only did she feel no humiliation, but she also narrowed her eyes in extreme enjoyment, rubbing her cheek tightly against the back of his rough hand like a wild cat being petted.

Right in the midst of this suffocatingly flirtatious atmosphere.

A series of extremely faint yet deliberately suppressed footsteps echoed from the underground river passage behind them.

Su Lingyan leaned against the cold rock wall and walked out with extreme difficulty.

That iconic plain snow immortal dress had now been reduced to dark red rags hanging on her body.

Large patches of cold, jade-like white skin were exposed to the air, covered in tragic red marks corroded by the Blood River Grand Array.

With every step she took, the tattered fabric rubbed against the bone-deep wound at the base of her thigh, causing her to gasp in pain.

But that slender and fragile neck remained perfectly straight, like a proud white swan.

She looked at the tall gray figure ahead, a trace of extremely complex palpitation flashing through her glazed eyes.

Thank you, Daoist friend... for stepping in to save me at the frigid pool just now.

She tried her best to make her voice sound cold and distant, maintaining the last bit of dignity as the Saintess of the Heavenly River Sword Sect.

May I ask which hidden sect's true disciple you are? The Heavenly River Sword Sect will surely offer a heavy reward for this favor in the future.

Every word and sentence was a probe.

Gu Yang remained standing with his hands behind his back, too stingy to even spare her half a glance.

His divine sense extremely coldly swept over Su Lingyan's riddled yet astonishingly alluring body.

The Seven-Aperture Exquisite Platform slowly revolved in his sea of consciousness.

In those eyes that saw through all illusions, Su Lingyan was not some aloof Saintess at all.

She was just a supreme-grade sword sheath on the verge of collapse, forcibly stuffed full of violent demonic qi by the Heavenly River Sword Sect.

Save her?

Gu Yang let out an emotionless cold sneer in his heart.

He had merely gone to retrieve the Black Ice Hornless Dragon's companion demon spirit and conveniently swept away the garbage blocking his path.

If this living sword sheath died here right now, she would have no use value to him whatsoever.

Seeing Gu Yang completely ignore her, Su Lingyan's finger joints gripping her sword hilt instantly turned a sickly pale from excessive force.

An indescribable sense of immense disparity, accompanied by humiliation, fiercely gripped her heart.

Oh my, isn't this the high and mighty Saintess Su?

An extremely sticky and heavily mocking giggle abruptly broke the dead silence.

Lan Caidie hung onto Gu Yang softly and bonelessly, deliberately pressing her breathtaking softness against Gu Yang's hard arm with extreme audacity.

She tilted her head slightly, looking down at Su Lingyan with a condescending gaze as if looking at a defeated dog.

What? Was it not enough to have your body seen by those mud-legged peasants in the frigid pool, and now you want to use this pitiful appearance to seduce my master?

The corners of Lan Caidie's lips, painted with dark lip rouge, curled into a morbidly malicious smile.

Why don't you take a piss and look at your current virtue in the reflection. Master thinks it's dirty to even look at you, and you really take your meager beauty as a stepping stone?

Su Lingyan's breathing abruptly stopped.

That cold white face, which originally had no color, instantly flushed bright red.

It was not shyness, but extreme embarrassment and anger.

She bit her lower lip so hard that even when she tasted blood, she desperately suppressed the moisture in her eyes from rolling down.

As the majestic Saintess of the Eastern Region's number one sword sect, when had she ever suffered such naked humiliation from a demonic woman of the Southern Border!

But what suffocated her the most was.

Faced with Lan Caidie's arrogant actions and words, that gray-clothed man who resembled a demon god actually did not refute in the slightest.

That despair-inducing disregard was like a resounding invisible slap, viciously striking her proud self-esteem.

Buzz!

An extremely clear sword cry abruptly rang out from the sky behind them without warning, interrupting this undercurrent-filled confrontation.

Over a dozen extremely fierce, pure white sword lights forcefully charged into this perilous land like meteors tearing through the long night.

Leading them was a stunning female cultivator wearing the true disciple uniform of the Supreme Sword Sect, her expression cold and stern.

She stood on a transparent flying sword that exuded terrifying pressure, surrounded by an extremely profound Taiji sword diagram.

As she passed by Gu Yang and the other two, the female cultivator merely cast an extremely cold sideways glance, as if looking at three ants who did not know whether they lived or died.