Try another sword.
Still nothing.
He had spent roughly half an incense stick's time walking through this forest of swords, testing every Magic Sword within reach. From the finest Fourth Realm sword to an ordinary Second Realm sword so cheap-looking it was practically worthless, not one of them moved. They all ignored the probing of his Spiritual Sense, as if he were invisible—as if he didn't exist at all.
Gu Chengming stopped in front of a mid-stage Second Realm Magic Sword and fell silent for a moment.
Even the Second Realm swords ignored him.
He looked down at his hands, then up at the swords all around him, none of them remotely interested in him. A Dialogue Box appeared before his eyes.
[Huiyuan Sword Art was a little indignant and offered comfort: It's okay, it's okay. These Magic Swords just don't know what's good.]
[It's only natural that they can't recognize a pearl when they see one. Chengming, don't take it to heart.]
Then it paused for a moment and added:
[My Chengming is, of course, the best.]
My little Huiyuan is the best, too, Gu Chengming thought, feeling somewhat comforted.
He looked around again. Since the usual methods had all failed, he would have to try a different approach.
He raised a foot and wandered over to a stone platform jutting out of the ground, intending to sit down and think for a bit.
Then, somewhere deep in his awareness, he sensed something.
It wasn't a clear sensation with a definite direction, but a faint, muffled sound, like something heard underwater. Somewhere, something seemed to have formed a thread-thin connection with him.
Gu Chengming stopped.
He spread his Spiritual Sense in all directions, carefully feeling out that faint, elusive tug. Following it, he walked a few steps, then a