Jia Hou had gone all out.
A thousand Profound Grade swords and ten thousand Mortal Grade Swords, with no restrictions on type, labor and materials included—never in their lives had they encountered such a massive order.
But they were impressive as well. As Fire Artisan Daoists, they had accumulated quite a lot of materials, and over the past twenty-seven days, they had already successfully forged a hundred Profound Grade swords and a thousand Mortal Grade Swords.
Whenever Zhang Yang passed by, he would conveniently collect them and bring them all to Sword Human Valley.
It was far from quiet here.
The sounds and auras of erupting sword force surged and thundered like an endless tide. Especially when one drew near, the invisible sword qi drifting through the air could tear any living creature apart on the cellular level, completely obliterating it into dust.
Zhang Yang was very satisfied.
In particular, when he watched a stone he had casually picked up outside turn into powder in less than three seconds after he threw it out.
It was terrifying. Over the past month or so, the accumulated radiation from the sword qi in Sword Human Valley had become far too intense.
Sword Human Valley was now enormous. It bordered Woodcutter's Peak to the north and Falling Axe Peak to the south, spanning fifteen li between them. From east to west, it stretched nearly thirty li, while its depth had reached a thousand meters.
There were no living creatures left in this area. The effects had even spread to the sides of Woodcutter's Peak and Falling Axe Peak. If they were not controlled, both mountains would soon become completely barren.
"Immortal cultivation is truly terrifying. Sword immortals even more so!"
Zhang Yang sighed. He opened his Soul Domain, and his sword intent swept