Chu Huai Xu stood in a dense fog. He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the trembling of the swords around him.
These swords placed below should all be Sword Embryos newly forged by Artifact Refiners, he thought.
The swords possessed spirituality, but had yet to mature. They could not be considered Sword Spirits.
On the contrary, although I'm clearly a human, something resembling a Sword Spirit has already formed inside me. He smiled helplessly.
He could now be completely certain why the surrounding Spiritual Pressure had no effect on him and even made him feel extremely comfortable.
The reason was simple. The Spiritual Pressure was produced because there were too many Artifact Spirits here.
Hidden Spirit Mountain belonged to the Artifact Spirits!
But he had one of those things inside him too.
Well, coming to Hidden Spirit Mountain was just like returning home.
There were even formations on the mountain that nurtured Artifact Spirits, preventing the Artifact Spirits within the Relics of those predecessors from dispersing into the world.
Therefore, it was only natural that he felt comfortable.
I'm being nurtured too.
Chu Huai Xu was someone who took things very well. He even joked to himself, "After other predecessors passed away, they placed their Destined Magic Treasures on the mountain and waited for someone fated to claim them. After I die, can't I just bring my Sword Spirit here and lie down?"
He shook his head and dispelled those wild, distracting thoughts.
Chu Huai Xu's gaze sharpened, and he began running rapidly toward the mountaintop again.
As he charged forward, the trembling of Spirit Swords continuously sounded around him.
Yet his footsteps did not pause for even a moment.
These swords had undoubtedly chosen him. Even in their fear, they carried a trace of submission, while longing