Inside the Sword Forest Secret Realm.
Xia Wuji's gaze swept over his surroundings.
It was an enormous, spacious area. Spiritual swords were thrust into the ground, embedded in rocks, and planted atop mountain peaks.
Every sword had been sealed by the special power within the Sword Forest Secret Realm.
Only the three talismans obtained before entering could undo the seals.
Just as Wen Shanshan had explained earlier, most of these swords were first-tier spiritual swords, and nearly seventy percent of them were merely first-tier low-grade spiritual swords.
First-tier peak-grade spiritual swords were already exceedingly rare.
As for second-tier low-grade spiritual swords, there truly were some. Relying on his keen perception, Xia Wuji quickly locked onto the location of one through the sharp aura permeating the first level of the Sword Forest Secret Realm.
His figure flashed, and he instantly charged toward the second-tier low-grade spiritual sword he had sensed.
After more than a dozen breaths, Xia Wuji stopped. By then, he was standing atop a jagged mountain peak. Beside him stood a sword that was a deep azure from hilt to tip.
The sword's body was crystalline, its radiance flowing.
To draw a sword in the Sword Forest Secret Realm, one first had to familiarize oneself with it and gain its recognition. Then, one had to use a talisman to remove the restrictions sealing the spiritual sword before there was any chance of drawing it and taking it away.
Of course, Xia Wuji had no need for such trouble. The moment he arrived, this deep-azure second-tier low-grade spiritual sword began to tremble lightly, giving off a crisp hum, as if impatient to break through its sealed restrictions and be grasped in Xia Wuji's hand.
However, Xia Wuji did not hurry to take the sword.
A hint of delight appeared on