Time passed swiftly, and at last, the final month arrived.
Beneath the profound sky, nearly all of the several dozen lower floors of the Sword Tower had lit up.
Dazzling, magnificent sword patterns emerged across the Sword Tower, making the entire tower seem even more mysterious and wondrous.
At the Sword Tower's entrance, people emerged from time to time, while others entered from time to time.
No one was willing to give up, whether for this rare opportunity to temper their swords or for the treasures within the Sword Tower.
Yet the more times they entered the Sword Tower, the more often they failed.
Cultivators with steadfast wills were still alright. But those young cultivators whose minds were somewhat weaker despite their good talent, after failing several times, looked upon the pitch-black Sword Tower as though it were a nightmare or a savage beast. Merely facing it made them hesitate.
Though being killed inside the Sword Tower only meant failure and cost them nothing, the sensations within the tower were incomparably real.
Those whose hearts on the path were not firm could easily begin to doubt themselves after experiencing death repeatedly in such a short span of time.
What was more, challenging the Sword Tower meant endless slaughter and endless tempering.
Thus, when there were just over ten days remaining, more and more cultivators began giving up on claiming treasures and stopped challenging the tower.
Getting accustomed to death was not a good thing.
As another streak of spiritual light descended, Wan Muchun and Wan Chengjie emerged almost simultaneously.
The two looked at each other, and both could see the excitement in the other's eyes.
"Ancestor Chengjie, I reached the forty-fifth floor and obtained a Fourth-Order Magic Treasure Flying Sword!" Wan Muchun's voice was not quiet, and the excitement in