The Taixu Sword Record had a total of five ancestral sword steles.
What Li Tianming had now ascended was the third one!
The spacetime sword arts of these two generations of realm kings were unprecedented throughout the Infinitum Mundus.
In all the ages of the Darkstar, only those two had possessed the orders of time and space. Lin Clan disciples had followed and imitated them afterward, but none had reached their achievements.
The two Infinitum-grade sword arts they had spent half their lives pondering were rarely passed down because of their immense difficulty.
Just breaking through the sword barriers on the ancestral sword steles was something few could accomplish.
"It is said that since the two generations of realm kings, there have been barely any in the entire Swordgod Lin Clan who could cultivate the third sword."
In the past, Li Tianming had needed to rely on "stealing."
"Now that these ancestral sword steles are lying quietly in my Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, it can't count as stealing anymore, right?"
Same old rules.
Others broke sword barriers to comprehend sword moves. Li Tianming first "cracked" them, then took them and relied on Jiang Feiling's help to cultivate them.
If Jiang Feiling took an interest in this sword art, she would definitely master it faster than he could.
"This is..."
Li Tianming stepped onto the black sword stele and examined it with his naked eye.
Countless divine patterns flowed across the sword stele.
He remembered that in the previous sword, "Falling Flowers, Flowing Water," the divine patterns had formed flowers and rivers surging across the stele.
But now, the sword stele was much larger, and the flowing water formed by the divine patterns moved much faster. It was no longer a river; it should be called a "vast sea."
Yet the vast