Sword Intent Passage
The gray sky seemed to be torn apart by blinding light, and thousands of swords floated in the void, dazzling like an inverted galaxy.
The bronze sword gleamed with an ancient, dark green patina, its blade engraved with mysterious runes.
The pure white jade sword shimmered with moonlight, and specks of frost clung to its blade.
The gilded sword emitted a crimson glow, and the dragon patterns winding along its spine seemed about to burst forth from the wall...
Each sword exuded a completely different kind of pressure; some were as sharp as Frost, while others were as hot as flames, intertwining to create a heart-palpitating aura that caused the cultivators present to breathe rapidly, their pupils burning with greed and desire.
A chorus of gasps rose and fell from the crowd, some gripping their swords tightly, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down.
Some people closed their eyes and concentrated, trying to touch the floating swords with their Spiritual Sense, but the moment they made contact, they were struck as if by lightning and staggered backward.
The sound of swords piercing the air, like the roar of a dragon or the cry of a phoenix, shook the clouds and caused the surrounding Spiritual Qi to surge wildly, forming a huge vortex of Spiritual Qi around the group of swords.
Hua Sijun stood on tiptoe, her delicate face full of longing, the jade bells in her hair jingling with her movements.
She tugged at Hua Qiang's sleeve, her voice soft and coquettish. "Daddy, this sword is so beautiful! I love that golden sword so much!"
Look, it's surrounded by golden flames, like a miniature sun!
As she spoke, she raised her chubby little hand and pointed to a gilded Longsword floating high in the sky. The golden light flowing from the sword made her cheeks glow with a warm gold.
Hua Xiaoyao, not to be outdone, stared intently at a blood-red Longsword with his large, dark eyes.
The blood-red patterns on the sword resembled flowing blood, and the eerie light emanating from the blade faintly emitted the howls of vengeful ghosts.
"I love that blood-red one, Dad!"
He crossed his arms and said coolly, "It looks really powerful, it will definitely protect me and my sister!"
"Daddy, can you go and get that sword for us?" Hua Sijun's childish voice was full of expectation.
Hua Qiang was about to speak when the Peacock King beside him shuddered and transformed into human form.
She had transformed into a young man with an extraordinary air, dressed in a brocade robe.
He bowed slightly and looked at the Human Path, "Young masters, these are ancient Natal Spirit Sword have been lost and possess their own intelligence."
Unless it recognizes you and voluntarily acknowledges you as its master, even Immortal Emperor or Dao Venerable cannot claim it as their own.
No sooner had the Peacock King finished speaking than a clear, melodious sword cry rang out from the arena.
A silver short sword flashed across the crowd's heads like a streak of light, finally hovering in front of a slender young man, its blade trembling as if awaiting a response.
Upon seeing this, everyone showed expressions of envy and shock, and the atmosphere instantly became even more heated.
Someone sat cross-legged on the ground, his Spiritual Qi surging like a vortex, and mysterious runes appeared around him when he practiced his cultivation technique.
Someone soared into the air, transforming their inner True Essence into a tangible, dazzling light that shot into the sky.
Even more extreme, some unleashed their most powerful combat techniques, their fists flashing like dragons and their palms whistling like tigers, attempting to attract the sword's attention with their overwhelming strength.
In the corner, a ragged monk knelt on the ground, his hands outstretched to the sky, tears mingling with dust streaming down his face, murmuring repeatedly, "Come to me, come to me, acknowledge me as your master..."
His hoarse voice sounded small yet persistent amidst the noise.
Upon seeing this, the Peacock King smiled faintly and turned to Hua Qiang, saying, "Master, young master, these swords are just appetizers; the real treasures are hidden inside."
"Ahead lies a Sword Intent Passage, containing the supreme sword intent left behind by an ancient sword immortal."
If one succeeds, not only will they grasp the true essence of swordsmanship, but they will also have the opportunity to gain the favor of those peerless swords and have them willingly recognize them as their master.
"Really? Let's go quickly!"
Hua Sijun and Hua Xiaoyao's eyes lit up instantly, eager to try.
Hua Sijun skipped and hopped ahead, the jade bells in her hair jingling with her movements.
Hua Xiaoyao clenched his fists, trying his best to maintain his cool demeanor.
Hua Qiang frowned, his eyes filled with worry.
He knew the power of sword intent. His children were only three or four years old and their cultivation was still shallow. Could they really withstand the impact of that ancient sword intent?
Seemingly sensing the man's worry, the Peacock King quickly explained, "Man, there is no need to worry. Although this sword intent is fierce, it will only guide those with the right affinity to comprehend the way of the sword, and will not harm anyone."
Regardless of one's skill level, as long as one cherishes the way of the sword, one has a chance to obtain an opportunity.
Hua Qiang was slightly relieved. Led by the Peacock King, the four of them arrived at a passage shrouded in mist.
At the entrance of the passage, countless tiny sword beams swirled in the air, forming a barrier that shimmered with a cold light.
A strong sword intent rushed towards them, stinging their skin as if it were a tangible substance.
Hua Sijun and Hua Xiaoyao exchanged a glance, held hands, and stepped into the passage without hesitation.
Hua Qiang's heart leaped into his throat. His eyes were fixed on the backs of the two children, and his Spiritual Qi circulated around him, ready to strike at any moment.
Inside the passage, sword intent surged forth like a tide.
As soon as Hua Sijun stepped inside, he felt countless tiny sword beams swirling around him, and a stinging sensation came from the surface of his skin.
She bit her lip, enduring the discomfort, and slowly closed her eyes.
Just then, a soft golden light emerged from between her brows, resonating with the surrounding sword intent.
The originally sharp sword light suddenly became docile, turning into specks of golden light that swirled around her.
Hua Sijun felt as if his consciousness had entered a golden ocean, with countless golden sword shadows weaving through it, each containing a unique sword intent.
She was completely absorbed in it. As the sword shadows danced, the Spiritual Qi within her body began to circulate in a peculiar way, and an unprecedented realization welled up in her heart.
On the other side, as soon as Hua Xiaoyao entered the passage, he was enveloped by a powerful crimson sword intent.
He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, with a bone-chilling cold spreading from the depths of his marrow.
However, his unique stubbornness erupted at this moment. He gritted his teeth and mobilized the only Spiritual Qi he had to fight against the demon.
Suddenly, the power of his bloodline was activated, and a blazing force rose from his body, colliding with the crimson sword intent.
Amidst the intense impact, Hua Xiaoyao's consciousness seemed to arrive at a blood-red battlefield, where countless sword-wielding warriors clashed, each swing of their swords carrying an indomitable momentum.
His gaze gradually hardened, and his hands unconsciously assumed a sword-wielding posture, beginning to imitate the sword techniques of those warriors.
As time went by, the golden light around Hua Sijun grew stronger and stronger, and a golden sword phantom emerged from the void, slowly landing in her palm.
The sword exuded a sacred aura, and ancient runes were engraved on its blade. It was the golden Longsword that she had spotted at first glance among the swords in front of her.
On Hua Xiaoyao's side, the crimson sword intent suddenly condensed into a blood-red Longsword, its blade wreathed in black lightning, and flew into his hand.
The crimson gem on the sword hilt resonated with his bloodline, radiating a dazzling light.
Hua Qiang looked at the swords in the hands of the two children, both surprised and delighted.
The Peacock King smiled and nodded, "Congratulations to the two young lads on obtaining such an extraordinary opportunity."
The sword intent within the passage seemed to have fulfilled its mission and gradually dissipated.
Hua Sijun and Hua Xiaoyao, holding their swords, ran over happily.