Zhanxian

Seven by seven, forty nine raised flying swords made people in Yang Chen’s previous life terror-stricken at the news of the seven steps enchanting deadly array. This place was left behind by the mountain god for later generations before ascending to heaven, but due to some unknown reason, it couldn’t be passed on. Not to mention that Yang Chen at present had cultivated only to the first qi layer, even for Yuanying Beginning Stage experts, one wrong step and they would also be killed by those forty nine flying swords. In his previous life, the sect which discovered and occupied the Yang Mountain medicinal garden paid the price with several Yuanying experts.

At this moment, Yang Chen was confronting such a frighteningly great enchantment. However, Yang Chen knew the key to entering the spell, thus in his opinion it wasn’t the least bit dangerous.

Within the enormous palace hall, there was not a single object or soul apart from Yang Chen present. The floor beneath his feet was made up of uniformly patterned square tiles, as smooth as a mirror. However, it gave off a kind of warm feeling as it was being stepped on. Here the spirit power was pretty close to ordinary, no longer resembling the thin spirit power outside.

Yang Chen was exactly in the middle of palace hall. Passing through it, he came across that camouflaged large tree which spread up until here. This exact piece of the slab under his foot should be the starting point of the seven steps enchanting deadly array.

Forty-nine steps, every step having its fixed position. With a single wrong step, a life would end. Although Yang Chen had planned everything in advance and also had accumulated a lot of experience, he was still extremely nervous as he stood at the edge of death.

But after carefully taking a few steps, Yang Chen’s mind finally regained its calmness. He was taking one step at a time, moving carefully towards the center of the sword spell. Finally, when he was at the forty ninth step, he stepped on a white stone, following which his silhouette flashed and disappeared from its original place.

Just a moment ago, Yang Chen’s step landed on the ground with a crash. He still hadn’t distinctly seen anything under his foot, but apparently he had stepped on a lump of something that crashed apart with a thunderous sound. Although he was surprised, his spiritual awareness had already started to sense his surroundings. At once, he found himself in some sort of space.

There was one very large palace in the center, on top of which the familiar dome resided. The interior of the palace, however, wasn’t entirely empty. Rather it was filled with a large pile of skeletons from all kinds of beasts.

The center of this huge palace was densely packed with skeletons. There were entire skeletons from various sorts of beasts, some still hadn’t decayed and maintained their original appearance, some had already turned into piles of dried up bones, however. All of the beasts shared a common trait: There were sword scars present on the skulls of every beast, leading to their death.