Half a year passed.
Deep within an unvisited rift valley in the southern Black Corner Region, a desolate, ruined relic stood quietly. Wild winds howled through the gorge, reverberating against the rock walls like waves of Sword Cry.
Fragments of ancient writing gleamed with a cold light, every carved stroke carrying a heart-palpitating aura. The weathered stone steps winding downward were covered in cracks of varying depths.
At the center of the ruins, a massive broken stone sword was embedded at an angle. Its blade was pitch-black, while a strip of weathered cloth was wrapped around its hilt, the dark red bloodstains upon it surviving through countless ages without fading.
"Looks like my aging techniques haven't gotten rusty."
Su Yun was covered in dust, his once-pristine white robes stained with dirt. Still, that did nothing to diminish the smile on his face.
Constructing ruins out of thin air with Truth Points would have been far too extravagant.
With no other choice, Su Yun had spent half a year crafting this thing by hand.
When he had arranged the cave in Qingshan Town before, he had deliberately spent one thousand Truth Points to have the system manifest a carving skill. It was still useful now.
His cultivation had been low back then, so it had been even more exhausting. He had worked on it for five years.
"But this alone isn't enough."
Su Yun lightly shook his sleeve. Dou Qi swept forth like a fresh breeze, and the dust around him instantly scattered into specks of light. His snow-white robes fluttered without wind, restoring his handsome, immortal-like appearance.
With a flash, he arrived at the deepest part of the ruins.
This was an ancient altar, now on the verge of collapse under the erosion of time. Ninety-nine broken ancient swords were