At the summit of Hidden Spirit Mountain, the sword left behind by the Dao Ancestor was still somewhat dazzling under the sunlight.
No one knew what kind of heavenly materials and earthly treasures had been used to forge this sword. It looked like an utterly ordinary bronze sword, except that it was a greenish black.
It was not particularly beautiful, forming a stark contrast with the ethereal Partridge Sky.
Yet it was immensely powerful—powerful enough to look down on everyone.
Chu Huai Xu had risked half his old life just to barely reach the summit.
However, the Spiritual Pressure on this platform had not dissipated. It still existed.
The sword was so high and mighty.
The sword carried itself with such arrogance.
Even though it was locked within this mountain, it refused to be sealed inside its Sword Sheath. Instead, it hovered above the Stone Platform, higher than every person who came here.
Chu Huai Xu suddenly remembered something.
"There's an Anti-flight Formation on Hidden Spirit Mountain."
"No one below the Ninth Realm can fly!"
Yet this sword could float in the air.
Earlier, Chu Huai Xu had felt a force drawing him toward the summit, guiding him in some unseen way.
Now, he could be completely certain that it did not come from this sword.
It possessed only arrogance, contempt, hatred, and fury.
"I even suspect that if it weren't sealed by layers of Restrictions, it would fly straight over and chop me apart." Chu Huai Xu thought.
He felt that the possibility was extremely high.
But no matter what, he had finally—finally—seen the sword that existed only in legend!
Chu Huai Xu looked at it and suddenly grinned.
The Spiritual Pressure had twisted his features, so his smile was not attractive in the slightest. Instead, it looked somewhat