Before Sword Mountain.
Su Yi stood there with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed and at ease. Only an invisible Sword Might radiated from him, spreading between heaven and earth.
In the void, over ten thousand Dao swords seemed to have encountered their sovereign. They submitted before him, letting out entirely different sword cries.
Ten thousand swords rang in unison, producing a melody that stirred the heart and soul.
Headmaster Lu Ye and the other old monsters all stood frozen, their hearts surging as they felt a long-lost rush of hot blood.
To any sword cultivator, this scene was simply too shocking. It was like witnessing an inconceivable miracle!
What startled them most was that their own Lifebound Dao Swords were also stirring, ringing with sharp clangs!
They even suspected that, if Grandmaster were willing, he would only need to beckon with a finger for their Lifebound swords to throw themselves into his embrace!
What height of attainment in the sword dao, what pure and steadfast sword heart, was needed to make ten thousand swords submit and resonate together?
No one knew.
Even Su Yi himself was somewhat surprised.
The swords had first submitted, and only then had ten thousand swords rung in unison.
It was not merely ten thousand swords ringing together!
Moreover, Su Yi was certain that it had nothing to do with the Nine Hells Sword.
In other words, it was entirely through his own sword dao attainments and sword heart that he had won the submission of ten thousand swords!
At that moment, even Su Yi could not help but feel a surge of lofty pride.
A sword cultivator's sword was his faith!
The submission of ten thousand swords was undoubtedly the greatest recognition of his sword dao. Nothing in the world could compare!
After