Sword Intent Passage

The gray heavens seemed torn apart by blinding light. Countless treasured swords floated in the void, dazzling as an upside-down river of stars.

The ancient bronze sword gleamed with an archaic, dim green rust, its blade engraved with mysterious runes.

The jade sword, pure white throughout, shimmered with moonlight, tiny frost blossoms congealing along its edge.

The gilded sword exhaled crimson radiance, the winding dragon patterns along its spine seeming ready to burst from the wall...

Every sword radiated a wholly different pressure. Some were sharp as frost, others scorching as flame, intertwining into a heart-quailing aura that left the cultivators present breathing rapidly, greed and longing blazing in their eyes.

Waves of astonished cries rose from the crowd. Some clenched the swords at their waists, their Adam's apples bobbing constantly.

Some closed their eyes and focused, attempting to touch the floating treasured swords with their divine sense, only to stagger backward as if struck by lightning the instant they made contact.

Sword cries tore through the air, like dragon roars and phoenix calls, shaking even the clouds into churning waves. Spiritual energy from hundreds of li around surged madly toward this place, forming a massive spiritual-energy vortex around the sword cluster.

Hua Sijun stood on tiptoe, her exquisitely carved little face full of yearning. The jade bells in her hair jingled with her movements.

She tugged at Hua Qiang's sleeve, her voice soft and sweet with childish coquettishness. "Daddy, these swords are so pretty! I really like that golden one!

"Look, golden flames are wrapped around it. It's like a little sun!"

As she spoke, she raised her chubby little hand and pointed at a gilded longsword floating high in the air. The golden light flowing across its blade painted her cheeks a warm gold.

At the side, Hua