The Fúmó Sect is a rather unique faction among the Four Great Sects. Throughout the Immortal Cultivation Realm and the Mortal Realm, it is practically the nemesis of demons, fiends, and ghosts, because its founding mission is to slay demons and vanquish fiends, fighting for justice. Legend has it that one of the ancestral human patriarchs bore the surname Feng and possessed numerous top-grade sect-protecting Dharma treasures, the most influential being the Fúmó Sword and the Zhenmo Zither. The disciples of the sect practice the renowned Taiji Fúmó Technique. It is said that the Fúmó Sword and the Zhenmo Zither are supreme treasures of the Heavenly Realm, forged by the grand patriarch of the Fúmó Sect himself, who gathered spiritual stones from the Heavenly Realm and wood from the chaotic exotic willow-tung tree, refining them with his own natal true essence. Their power is immense; whether it be gods, immortals, spirits, or demons, any encounter with the Fúmó Sword results in immediate annihilation, while ghosts and monsters meeting the Zhenmo Zither are instantly reduced to nothingness. The sound of the Zhenmo Zither can distinguish all demons, ghosts, and monsters in the world, suppressing souls and capturing spirits—truly extraordinary in its might.
Among them, the six Fúmó Envoys all possess cultivation at the Tribulation Transcending Stage Middle Phase, which corresponds to the Great Perfection Stage Early Phase in the martial arts world. To think that they would actually appear in the Barren Marsh Secret Realm is something absolutely unheard of in the Celestial Realm and the Immortal Cultivation Realm. It seems the opening of this secret realm is definitely not as simple as it appears. People from all walks of life, including orthodox practitioners and heretical demon sects, have all come with different ulterior motives. In this common place, in order to achieve their own unspeakable aims, they exhaust every possible means—such is the evil of human nature.
No one knows just how vast this secret realm is. Jiang Yan and his senior sister Furong walked for who knows how long, until one day they arrived at a desolate desert region. As far as the eye could see, it was utterly barren, devoid of any signs of life. Not even insects or birds could be seen here, and plants were exceedingly difficult to find. Aside from a thick layer of yellow sand on the ground, no rivers or lakes were visible. The entire space was terribly oppressive, making it somewhat hard to breathe.
They walked onward for a few more hours. Suddenly, from the depths of the desert not far ahead, a piercing whistle ripped through the air. Furong abruptly halted her steps and projected her Divine Sense forward to investigate. Suddenly feeling her Divine Sense jolt, she called out, "Junior Brother, there are four people ahead of us. Let's not disturb them for now; we'll detour around them from another direction."
"Alright, Senior Sister." The two of them walked a bit further. At that moment, Furong suddenly sensed an abnormal reaction ahead, as if many people were running, accompanied by occasional shouts, cries of battle, and the clashing sound of metal weapons.
Suddenly, Furong felt her feet sink, and at the same time, Jiang Yan beside her also felt his feet sink as they both plummeted rapidly downward.
Furong cried out in panic, "Junior Brother! Junior Brother! Junior Brother!"
After shouting for a while without hearing any echo, the two continued to fall swiftly. Pitch-black darkness enveloped their eyes, with only the howling wind whistling in their ears. Who knows how long passed before a deafening crash echoed from beneath, shaking them both until they were dizzy and disoriented.
Furong looked down at her feet to find blocks of pitch-black boulders below, and looking further ahead was a deep, gloomy passageway. At that moment, a loud bang sounded ahead as a figure dropped down from above, slamming onto the ground ahead with a heavy thud.
Furong released her Divine Sense to look ahead, and as she stepped closer, she cried out in astonishment, "Junior Brother Jiang, why is it you?"
Jiang Yan was just pushing himself up from the ground at that moment. Hearing his Senior Sister Furong's voice, he let out a start: "Ah! Senior Sister, why is it you?"
"Junior Brother, are you alright?"
"Senior Sister, I'm fine. Fortunately, I prepared in advance. During the fall, I channeled the spiritual qi in my Dantian to fill my entire body, cushioning the force of the descent and preventing any injuries."
"That's good, that's good."
At this point, Jiang Yan asked, "Senior Sister, what is this place?"
"Junior Brother, I don't know what place this is either. We're probably about a hundred meters underground right now. Never mind that—isn't there a passageway ahead? Let's follow it and keep going."
They walked forward for about several dozen meters when a massive space spanning hundreds of kilometers suddenly appeared before them, along with a gigantic city gate built from massive boulders, upon which the words "Lost City" were vaguely inscribed.
The Lost City has records dating back to ancient times. Legend has it that the Primordial Creator and the Primordial Chaos vied to determine who would split the heaven and earth and create all things. The two fought a great battle in the chaotic world for eighteen hundred years, which affected the eight ancient immortal realms and caused them all to perish together. The peerless spiritual treasures of the eight ancient immortal realms vanished as one. Legend says that after all the spiritual treasures of the eight immortal realms disappeared, they collectively transformed into weapon spirits possessing the mighty power to split heaven and earth, residing in a mysterious place called the Gathering Treasure Cliff. It is said that this Gathering Treasure Cliff is located somewhere within this Lost City. Whoever manages to find this place will possess the tens of thousands of supreme-grade Dharma treasures inside, becoming an existence at the absolute pinnacle of the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm, Celestial Realm, Mortal Realm, and martial arts world. This was the paradise that everyone in the immortal cultivation, celestial, martial arts, and mortal realms yearned for.