The Dao Realm at Last, True Saint Celestial Venerable

Demonic Sword, No-Self.

This demonic sword had devoured Dao Tribulation fragments and had already reached the threshold of a Dao Sword. It only needed to thoroughly digest what it had gained this time and stabilize its sword-space before it could fully enter the ranks of Dao Swords.

In truth.

A peak ninth-tier sword, in terms of materials, had already reached the standard of a Dao Sword. What it lacked was only perfection in the Great Dao. Yet the numerous Dao lightning bolts Han Yi had shattered during his tribulation contained dense information on the Great Dao.

By letting the swords absorb Dao lightning fragments, he had given them an opportunity to advance into Dao Swords.

The shattered swords below showed just how slim the chances of success were.

But there would always be those outstanding enough to rise above the rest.

At this moment, the No-Self Demonic Sword in his hand was one of them.

He stored the demonic sword within the Dao World that had initially transformed from the Great Luo Realm beneath the Dao lightning. He was not worried that anything might go wrong with it. His powerful strength was his confidence.

Next.

He looked toward the second intact and active sword.

It was a blood-colored sword. Outside it, surging blood-red radiance condensed into a dense cloud of blood, within which lightning seemed to flicker.

The blood-colored sword lay horizontally within that blood cloud.

The blood cloud expanded and contracted like breathing. With every expansion and contraction, its range shrank slightly, because the Blood Sword at its center was continuously absorbing the cloud.

Within Han Yi's golden gaze was reflected a mysterious rune upon the blood-colored blade. This rune was Blood Clan script, belonging to the third-ranked of the Intellect Realm's nine subordinate races. Its meaning was "blood."