Chapter 802 Opening the Portal
"Hmph." Jiang Chen was disdainful, thinking that these were all humans, how dangerous could they be.
Sure enough, not long after, Jiang Chen discovered that these bones had decayed.
The environment here is indeed suitable for corpses to rot.
The swamp was very large, and the two men drove for a long time without seeing any human habitation.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen saw a dead tree with a hole in it.
It was pitch black and I didn't know where it led.
The old man seemed to sense Jiang Chen's doubts and said, "There is a cemetery of the Sword Pavilion disciples inside the cave, and there are prohibitions set by me."
Hearing this, Jiang Chen suddenly understood.
He shouted into the cave: "Senior."
After shouting once, there was no response, so Jiang Chen shouted several more times.
At this time, the old man took out a bead for lighting.
Under the light of the beads, one can clearly see a hole in the dead tree, with a faint red light flickering inside.
Inside is the sword tomb of Jiange.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath and walked over.
Entering the cave, Jiang Chen felt the cold wind blowing out from inside.
The air was too humid, forming a misty white vapor that enveloped the surroundings, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.
Jiang Chen used his true energy and was able to see things barely.
Wandering through the darkness, Jiang Chen came to a stone chamber with the door closed.
When the door was opened, a strong medicinal fragrance hit me in the face.
There were sculptures on the stone platform, including various magical weapons, swords, spears, clubs, flying swords, etc.
These were all the magical weapons collected by Jian Ge. Jiang Chen only needed to take a quick glance to know that their quality was excellent, even better than the weapons in Jiuzhou.
In addition, there are scrolls hanging on the walls, recording the training methods and martial arts of Jiange.
These are precious resources and are worth a lot of money.
Unfortunately, these things now belong to Jiang Chen.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Jiang Chen saw a painting, on which was a young girl with a beautiful face, like a fairy.
"Could it be the Sword Pavilion Fairy?"
Jiang Chen guessed.
“She is our ancestor.”
The old man said beside him, his tone full of awe.
"Grandmaster?"
Jiang Chen looked confused, as he had never heard of such a person.
"The ancestor left Jiange a long time ago, leaving no trace. No one can find him."
"I once suspected that the Grandmaster had left Jiuzhou, but the disciples said that this idea was too absurd."
"No matter what, she is the ancestor of our Sword Pavilion."
After listening to the old man's story, Jiang Chen sighed slightly.
"Your current cultivation is too weak. If you rashly enter the sword tomb, you will be strangled by the formation."
The old man looked at him and said, "I suggest you wait until you break through the Jindan stage before entering the Sword Tomb."
Jiang Chen shook his head and said, "I have already broken through the foundation-building stage."
The old man was stunned for a moment and asked, "So, how did you get in?"
"I was brought in."
Jiang Chen said: "At that time, I was trapped in a certain formation."
He briefly recounted what happened when he entered the Jiange ruins.
" I see."
After listening to what Jiang Chen said, the old man nodded.
The disciples of Jiange mistakenly thought that the ruins had collapsed, so they sent Jiang Chen in.
"Get familiar with the Sword Pavilion first." The old man instructed, "and visit the Sword Tomb by the way. You can choose anything you want here."
"OK."
Jiang Chen agreed and looked around.
"Hmm? There's something strange about this mountain."
Suddenly, he discovered that the highest mountain in Jiange had a strange shape.
"The secret of Jiange is in there."
Jiang Chen immediately rushed to the mountain.
He was very fast and in the blink of an eye he reached the halfway point of the mountain and looked up at the top of the mountain.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen's expression became dull, as if he had encountered the end of the world.
He saw a huge painting on the top of the mountain. The picture was vivid and lifelike.
This is a girl in red, with a slim back, skin as white as snow, and straight and slender legs.
An idea emerged in Jiang Chen's mind . His long hair fluttered in the wind like a waterfall, and his beautiful profile seemed like a masterpiece of the Creator from heaven.
The woman in the scroll is dancing with a sword. Her posture is elegant and her movements are smooth and natural.
“This is the Grandmaster!”
Jiang Chen was extremely surprised, as the model for this painting was none other than the founder of Jiange.
"Why would the Grandmaster create this kind of painting?" Jiang Chen murmured.
He didn't believe this was a coincidence, there must be some meaning behind it.
Jiang Chen thought for a moment and decided to take the painting back to study.
Not far away, a figure appeared in sight. It was the ancestor of Jiange.
He stood halfway up the mountain, gazing at the paintings on the top of the mountain.
"What's wrong with this painting?"
He spoke.
"No."
Jiang Chen shook his head and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.
The closer we got to the top of the mountain, the colder the air became and there was a creaking sound under our feet.
Jiang Chen looked down and saw a thick layer of snow.
"Jian Pavilion is located on the top of a cliff thousands of feet high. There is solid ice here that has not melted for thousands of years."
The old man followed and introduced: "If you want to take down the painting, there is only one way."
"What method?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Split the entire Sword Pavilion apart."
When he said this, the old man's tone was solemn.
"How can this be possible!" Jiang Chen frowned and said, "If the Sword Pavilion is really split in half, won't this place collapse?"
He didn't want to see Jiange disappear before his eyes.
"The Sword Pavilion is made of countless sword materials. Even if it is cut in half, it still stands here."
The old man explained: "What I said just now about flattening the whole mountain was just an exaggeration."
After hearing these words, Jiang Chen felt relieved, but he still remained vigilant.
"The cultivation methods and martial arts of the Sword Pavilion, as well as this portrait of the founder of the Sword Pavilion, all contain spirituality and sword meaning, which can help the disciples of the Sword Pavilion better understand the way of the sword."
"So, you must not destroy this painting."
"All right."
Jiang Chen smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that the ancestral precepts of Jiange were so strict.
"You are not allowed to take away the ancestor's scroll." The old man added.
Jiang Chen shrugged and ignored it.
He walked up the mountain path and reached the top of the mountain. Looking up, he saw a vast sea of clouds and a magnificent scene.
This painting is hung at the highest point on the top of the mountain, so it is called the Holy Temple of Jiange.
The top of the mountain was empty and silent, without any sign of living creatures.
Jiang Chen tried to use his mental power to check, but to no avail. His mental power was like a drop in the ocean, not causing any ripples.
"Why is that?"
Jiang Chen felt that something was fishy and didn't dare to act rashly anymore.
"By the way, this place seems to be called Immortal Burial Valley."
Jiang Chen thought of this and his eyes fell on a grave.
The tomb is very ordinary and there is nothing special about it.
"The tomb of our ancestor should not exist in the secular world." Jiang Chen said to himself.
He tried to dig up the grave, but it was sealed.
