Mystic Art Valley was where the Sword Dao Institute kept its collection of mystic arts.
Dugu Yun led Lin Bai along the outskirts of Mystic Art Valley and said calmly, "The Sword Dao Institute of Divine Relic Ridge has been established for more than three thousand years. During these three thousand years, countless sword dao prodigies created peerless sword arts and mystic arts, all of which were preserved in Mystic Art Valley."
"Now, there are more than ten thousand sword arts and mystic arts in Mystic Art Valley!"
"It is precisely because of Mystic Art Valley that the Sword Dao Institute has been able to stand firmly among the nine institutes of Divine Relic Ridge, unshaken by anyone."
Dugu Yun spoke softly.
"Ten thousand techniques? Amazing."
After hearing Dugu Yun's introduction, Lin Bai was deeply shaken.
What did ten thousand mystic arts represent? If they were sold, they would probably be worth an enormous amount of money.
The Sword Dao Institute. Mystic Art Valley.
Before even reaching Mystic Art Valley, Lin Bai could see the divine steles standing within it from far away.
At a glance, they were packed densely together—too many to count.
"Greetings, Dean!"
"Greetings, Dean!"
"Greetings, Dean!"
Outside Mystic Art Valley, Lin Bai saw many disciples who had just come out of the valley.
When they saw Dugu Yun, they all clasped their fists and saluted him with exceptional respect.
Dugu Yun also smiled and returned their greetings.
As they approached Mystic Art Valley, Lin Bai saw three enormous beams of light shooting into the sky from within the valley.
Lin Bai asked curiously, "Senior Dugu Yun, what are those three beams of light?"
Dugu Yun smiled. "There are so many mystic arts in Mystic Art Valley that, over the years, the institute's predecessors divided it into