The party rematerialized in a haven of doom.

There was not a single soul in sight but what assailed the vision of everyone were tall gigantic swords that were carelessly scattered everywhere the eyes could see.

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The collection of these weapons of carnage was not solely restricted to them big ones but were also conjoined by their little brothers and sisters in different sizes and shapes.

The scene looked pretty chaotic and if one did not know any better, he would have no doubt concluded that this was nothing more but a graveyard of swords.

Alas, what lay ahead was a whole different matter entirely.

"Where... is... this...?" Wan Fei was the first one to make a sound but her concentration never wavered unto the shocking display of disorder in the place.

While it may appear that trivial to an untrained observer but towards this 7th Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm Lady Cultivator, things were not as simple as they appeared.

'How come I sense so much premonition of peril amidst these sea of swords?'

The Queen of Haran wanted to get away from this place as all her alarm bells were ringing incessantly in her subconscious.

This was a clear implication that this burial ground was not at all welcoming to their sudden entrance.

Of course, Wan Fei was not totally alone in experiencing the terror of this scenery.

Old Peng, Princess Ning Xi, and the sisters Lian Li and Lian Ah could also feel that this place did not welcome their arrival at all.

But the same could not be said unto our bored gamer.

'So... where is the Demonic Sword Sect, Nancy?' Clark asked while he looked left and right for the sect's location. Unfortunately, he could not make sense of what he was currently seeing.

He could not even decipher the heads and tails of where he would start his search amidst the ocean of swords that plagued his vision in the moment.

"You are surrounded by a defensive formation, host. Some of what you see is real while others are only an illusion that triggers to play your mind with images that are not there to begin with."

Nancy answered in certain.

There was really no power in this mortal world that could escape the keen inspection of a treasure that was something above and beyond the grasp of this Mortal Realm.

The system in Clark's body was that capable and so much more than he could have imagined today.

'How do i break through this formation array, Nancy?' Clark asked once more in the silence of his thoughts.

His left arm automatically hovered over his face in a practiced motion that he had been so familiar with for years and years but it was disheartening to recall what he had lost in the process of vying for Tang Xinyue's affection.

'I miss my long black beard already.' Clark sighed when he realized that his face was now as smooth as a baby's cheek in contrast to what he was used to in the past.

The wizened facial hair was already missing and what remained was a handsome countenance of a perfect boy in all aspects and scale.

He chose to don a pink cultivator's robe to attempt variety in his getup and yet no one amongst his audience saw the color unfit for his perfect stature and character.

Even if our good gamer would wear rags as clothes, the innate charm and appeal he presently possessed would have all others believed that he was wearing only the softest of silk and in pure gold tinge instead of the trash that they really were.

This was one of the cultivators' advantages against every single species in this xianxia world.

They were made akin to gods and goddesses in guise and the lowly mortals could only sigh in pity for having none of the natural gifts that blessed these special breeds of men and women.

The world was truly not fair to the children it birth and nurtured with the bountiful fruits of its lands.

"You have two options, host." Nancy replied after a beat.

'And what are those, Nancy?' Clark queried further.

Although he no longer has his long black beard but that fact never hindered him from caressing his face in substitution to what he had missed.

"You could either learn and master the ways of formation and buy a corresponding manual about this particular field or you could always just punch your way through with overwhelming power, host.

As you are today, there is no more that could threaten your existence nor hinder your path should you choose to do so."

Nancy reminded Clark and truthfully laid out the truth of the matter.

Even the aged True Immortals that decided to stay within the confines of this Mortal Realm could really not anymore face our OP protagonist and win.

Alas, what the system failed to tell Clark was the rapidly enclosing maiden of Justice that was currently hot on his trail even at this very moment of time.

It was unknown whether Nancy was aware or not of this impending doom but there was one thing that remained true with utmost certainty.

Our bored gamer will have a great and memorable challenger very very soon.

'Thank you, Nancy.' Clark responded with no words spoken. He continued to caress his clean shaven face and wondered for a plan of action in the breaths that ensued.

'If i had no other agenda in this place, i would have no doubt barged in like a mad bull without question.'

'I'd kick that Evil Boy's ass afterwards and continue to spend my life in leisure while I wait to reach the max cultivation realm in this world.'

'SIGH!'

'But i can't get Tang Xinyue in that way.'

'In the end, i need to improvise a bit.' Clark sighed for the second time upon their arrival and took a specific item from his inventory space.

This thing was shaped like a miniature sword and its size only fit the size of Clark's palm.

'Why are all the people of the Demonic Sword Sect so obsessed with swords?' Clark shook his head as he gazed around him in marvel.

There was really no other weapon on display but only swords and their myriad forms. It was indeed an extraordinary sight to behold!

"Hmmm... There's no use wasting our time here anymore. It's time that we call on our ride." Our good gamer finally broke the awkward silence that covered the party of six.

A second later, he threw the small sword shaped item into the wind and its path blossomed into an eerie dark sword in their midst.

"FLASH!" A blinding light occurred thereafter and before long, an even more ginormous sword shadow dwarfed everything else in the horizon but surprisingly wavered to nothingness in just the span of a few breaths.

This was how the newbie cultivators from the City of Nexus sought passage towards the mysterious doors of The Demonic Sword Sect. This miniaturized item was special.

It can only be requested from the hands of the Emissary who oversees the functions of the sect within a city and it was very much fortuitous indeed that our bored gamer has met and greeted well with that certain person of authority.

In the end, Clark has not the small amount of summoning cute swords that can be used specifically for entry into this infamous evil sect.

Five minutes later and no one has yet to answer the traveling party's knock.

"Do you want me to call for their attention, master?" Old Peng volunteered when he witnessed the familiar expression of irritation on his owner's face.

Although he was a mortal and had no shocking power like Queen Wan Fei and Princess Ning Xi but what he lacked he could always compensate with eagerness.

Even if Old Peng would go as far and low as shout his lungs out for the people of the Demonic Sword Sect to notice them. For this faithful servant, this much was nothing at all.

"No need, Lai Peng. We shall wait some more." Clark forced a smile on his face to hide the increasingly growing annoyance that he felt.

It seemed like there was an angry volcano deep inside his heart and it was slowly but surely getting so tiring to hold his temper back.

He was suffering once again the dire effects of his hasty level up in realms.

"Perhaps they did not see that huge sword in the sky earlier."

Wan Fei whispered on the side. She kept on edging back and dragged her daughter along with her because this sword graveyard really gave her a very uncomfortable feeling.

Her intuition was practically screaming at her to go away from this place as far as she can. The mortals amongst them were luckily spared from this insidious menace in the air.

But for Wan Fei and Ning Xi, it was a whole different story altogether. It was a very taxing experience for the two.

Another five minutes passed and still nothing. Alas, it was at this time that Clark had also finally run out of patience.

"Since you seem to ignore us with just one sword, how about I give you some more?" Clark grinned and there was a sinister look on his face at the moment.

He took all the summoning swords from his inventory and carelessly launched them all into the air. Not in just one direction but to every nook and cranny he could find.

A half breath later and...

"BOOM!" The entire area was drowned in a complete detonation of colors.

The ground trembled upon impact and some parts grew lasting ugly blemishes that would stay there for years if not more.

'You have not died in vain Emissary Duan Ru.'

'Thank you very much for your contribution.' Clark smiled as he waited for the reply of anyone in charge of these illusionary gates.

"Let us see how you can ignore me now." Our bored gamer muttered in eager anticipation.