Fantasy: I Become God by playing a game [Dungeons + LitRPG +Xinxia]

**Chapter 50: New Dungeon - Ancient Sword Cultivator's Tomb (6)**

The staircase leading from the first to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion is spiral-shaped.

After ascending a short flight of stairs, Su Chen finally stopped in front of a wooden gate.

He examined the wooden door and the complex patterns etched into its surface.

His gaze landed on a small pit on the wall next to the door.

The pit was rectangular and not particularly large.

After a moment's thought, Su Chen took out the Qingyun Sect disciple token from his pocket.

This was one of the few items he was able to bring into the dungeon.

Inserting the disciple token into the pit trigger, the token fit snugly and emitted a soft glow.

Subsequently, the patterns on the second-floor gate of the Sword Pavilion also lit up.

Before long, the previously closed door swung open.

Su Chen stepped through the wooden door and soon found himself on the second floor of the mysterious Sword Pavilion.

The room was spacious and circular in shape.

Sword boxes lined both walls, each inscribed with the names of disciples from Cangjian Peak.

However, most of these sword boxes were empty, and an enormous sword mark marred the west wall.

The sword mark extended from floor to ceiling, slicing off one-fifth of the second-floor room.

There was no doubt that this sword mark was the same one Su Chen had seen from outside—the massive mark that spanned the entire Sword Pavilion.

At that moment, Su Chen surmised that this mark had been made by a cultivator of at least the Golden Elixir stage.

However, that did not necessarily mean it had been created by someone at the Golden Elixir stage.

After all, great cultivators of the Spirit Transformation Stage also fall above the Golden Elixir stage.

And Su Chen had never witnessed a being above the Golden Elixir stage in action with his own eyes.

Thus, he made a relatively conservative judgment at the time.

If he had understood how the Sword Pavilion of Cangjian Peak was constructed, he would have realized the vast gap between his inference and reality.

The being who destroyed the Sword Pavilion had to be a Golden Elixir stage cultivator?

It must be a Spirit Transformation stage cultivator!

Although the second-floor room showed significant damage, it was generally well-preserved.

Many objects remained intact.

After confirming that there were not many valuable items in the sword boxes along the surrounding walls, Su Chen made his way to the center of the second floor.

Not long after, he noticed a strange man kneeling in the open space at the room's center.

As if sensing Su Chen, the outsider, the strange man slowly raised his head and looked in Su Chen's direction.

His action appeared to trigger a mechanism on the second floor, igniting the braziers hanging on the walls and illuminating the dim space.

"Who... are you?"

In response to the strange man's question, Su Chen did not answer immediately but approached and observed him carefully.

In contrast to the non-human, non-monster Heretic Path Sword Demons on the first floor, the man before him seemed much more normal.

If he hadn't sensed the overwhelming stench of decay emanating from the other party, Su Chen would have thought him a mere normal person who hadn't seen the sun in ages.

However, that was merely an illusion.

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[Heretic Path Sword Demon/Foundation-Building Magic Corpse·Fang Heng]

[Features: A special Magic Corpse partially occupied by the Heretic Path Evil Sword, retaining fragments of the memory of his previous body.]

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Previously, Su Chen had been too far away to see Fang Heng's true condition clearly and mistakenly believed he was half-kneeling.

But as he approached, it became evident that Fang Heng was not kneeling at all.

He had been devoured by the evil sword, leaving him below the waist as a Heretic Path demon body resembling a snake's tail, coiled on the floor.

Unlike the Heretic Path Sword Demons on the first floor that immediately attacked upon seeing him, Fang Heng, despite having transformed into a Magic Corpse, did not seem to be tainted by the power of the Heretic Path and retained a semblance of rationality.

With this realization, Su Chen chose not to act hastily. Instead, he sat on the mat in front of Fang Heng.

If Fang Heng, who was half demon and half magic corpse, were replaced with a normal person, one could say they were sitting together discussing Taoism.

"Qingyun Sect, Danyang Peak Inner Disciple, Su Chen, meet you, fellow Daoist."

"Danyang Peak?!"

Fang Heng's eyes brightened, and he raised his head excitedly, as if he had received some exhilarating news.

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, is the master of Danyang Peak, Ji Feng, still alive?"

"Master Ji?"

"Ji, Ji Chang?"

Su Chen's pupils contracted at those two names.

"Are you referring to the 64th generation inner disciple of Danyang Peak, Ji Chang?"

"Inner disciple?"

Fang Heng looked momentarily puzzled, his empty eye sockets revealing confusion.

He frowned in thought for a moment before responding, "Was Master Ji only an inner disciple of Danyang Peak before? I don't know, but he is indeed the 64th generation disciple of Danyang Peak."

Hearing this, Su Chen's expression turned grave.

There could be no mistake. The Master Ji he mentioned was indeed his senior brother, Ji Chang, who was an inner disciple of Taoist Linghuo.

It was unfathomable that Brother Ji Chang, who always seemed cheerful and greeted everyone with a smile, ultimately became the master of Danyang Peak.

One must know that within the Qingyun Sect, daoists represent the Golden Elixir Stage, while "peak masters" signify the Nascent Soul Stage.

Ji Chang belonged to the 64th generation, while Su Chen belonged to the 65th.

Furthermore, the disciple tokens Su Chen had found in the Sword Pavilion mostly belonged to the 70th to 73rd generation of disciples.

This meant that the era of the Ancient Sword Cultivator's Tomb in this dungeon was within 800 years of his current time in the game.

In those 800 years, Ji Chang had not only managed to break through to the Golden Elixir Stage, despite his seventh-grade human foundation aptitude, but he had also advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage, rising to the position of peak master of Danyang Peak.

How could Senior Brother Ji Chang possess such incredible potential? It was astounding!

As these thoughts raced through Su Chen's mind, he suddenly snapped back to reality.

"Excuse me, fellow Daoist, have you ever heard of my name before your death?"

"Your name? Su Chen?"

"Yes."

Fang Heng frowned deeply and reflected for a long moment before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, fellow Daoist Su. I'm sure I have never heard of your name."

"Or perhaps I knew it once, but after my resurrection, I forgot that portion of my memory. My apologies."

Never heard my name...

At Fang Heng's response, Su Chen's expression paled slightly.

If Fang Heng had recognized it before but lost that memory due to his transformation into a magic corpse, it would have provided Su Chen with some comfort.

What truly troubled Su Chen was the notion that Fang Heng had never heard of his name.

If that were the case, the implications were terrifying.

This could either mean that Su Chen had died before Fang Heng and his generation of disciples had entered the sect, leading Fang Heng to never come across Su Chen's name.

Alternatively, it could imply that no such person as Su Chen existed in the historical records of the Qingyun Sect.

In reality, Su Chen might have merely been engaging in a special game set amidst the backdrop of the Qingyun Sect.

If the latter were true, Su Chen would feel overwhelmed by the myriad secrets within the game of "Cultivation of Immortality" that he had yet to uncover.

However, if it turned out to be the former, it would pose a serious issue.

Because it suggested that one day in the future, he would either die in the game or accidentally perish in reality.

Considering the time dilation factor between the game and reality, a ten-to-one ratio, it meant he could face a life-and-death crisis within eighty years in reality or eight hundred years in the game.

This line of thinking drove Su Chen's mind into overdrive.

'Is it true that I, in the game, have never actually existed in the history of the Qingyun Sect?'

'Am I merely playing a small game that provides feedback on my cultivation progress?'

'Or am I genuinely part of the Qingyun Sect, but perished before Fang Heng and his group of disciples joined?'

Which of these two scenarios holds the truth?

Without further clues, Su Chen could not ascertain which possibility was correct.

The mere thought that he might die one day without knowing how to confront it left the usually steady Su Chen feeling... unsettled.

In light of this, Su Chen felt an urgent need to extract more information from Fang Heng.

He asked, "Fellow Daoist, have you been told to learn the "Purple Cloud Divine Light Technique" at Cangjian Peak?"

"Purple Cloud Divine Light Technique? Well, it seems someone mentioned it... but who was it..."

Looking at Fang Heng deeply focused, Su Chen's expression grew increasingly anxious.

He was eager to leverage this conversation to uncover the critical answer that lay heavy on his heart.

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