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Chen Hong gazed at the faintly visible figure outside the courtyard and said slowly, "Azure Sky Sword... this should be our Chen Clan's third 'Super Sword,' shouldn't it?"
Chen Cong shook his head slightly, his gaze seeming to pass through the dust of the years. "Old Hong, not necessarily. Have you forgotten our progenitor, Lord Chen Ling?"
He lifted his teacup, his pace steady. "The progenitor was honored as the foremost of the Five Great Supremes, but the true depth of his strength has always been shrouded in mist to us descendants."
He set down the cup, his fingertip unconsciously tracing invisible marks along its rim. "What we know is that after the progenitor went to Slaughter City, his martial soul advanced from seventh grade to eighth grade, and later broke through to ninth grade."
"As for the later stages, whether that Seven Kill Sword ultimately crossed that natural chasm and became a third-tier Super Martial Soul on par with the Heavenly Might Sword and the Flowing Light Sword... no one has been able to determine that even now."
There was a contemplative note in Chen Cong's voice, as if he were pondering an unsolved mystery. "Many things about it are hard to figure out."
"For example, the old ancestor was clearly stalled at the cultivation realm of Level 98, yet he defied common sense and lived to the ripe old age of three hundred. And then there's..."
He raised his eyes to Chen Hong, inquiry in them. "The unique secret art he passed down ranks second among the Chen Clan's 'Eight Absolutes,' behind only 'Sword God Descent.'"
"That means the weight of the progenitor's secret art even surpassed the inherited secret arts later left behind by our two level 99 ancestors, Chen Xili and Chen