Lin Taichu's Sword Momentum grew increasingly fierce. Those arrows could not harm him at all, yet his gaze remained fixed on the rune formation at the center of the hall.
Suddenly, the hall shook violently. A blinding red light flared, followed by countless streams of radiance shooting into the sky and enveloping the entire ruin.
The radiance formed a barrier, sealing Lin Taichu within.
Lin Taichu's pupils contracted slightly. He swung his treasured sword at the red light, but the curtain of light did not budge.
"You cannot break the barrier unless you possess the cultivation of an Immortal King," Bai Ze reminded him. "This hall is made up of over ten thousand Spirit Weapons. Your strength is far too weak."
Lin Taichu's expression darkened. "Is this a trial? If I fail, won't I die here?"
"Of course not. It is merely meant to help you comprehend a deeper sword intent. It should be quite beneficial to your future cultivation."
Lin Taichu raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Sword intent? You actually understand sword intent?"
His understanding of sword intent was shallow. He only knew that it was formed from the condensed spirit of a swordsman.
Moreover, he had never heard of a method that could allow someone to comprehend sword intent. How could such a heaven-defying method exist?
"There will always be things in this world beyond your imagination." Bai Ze smiled, then continued, "Since you have already entered this place, do not be in such a hurry to leave. I have not finished telling you yet. The second trial is also the most difficult stage..."
As he spoke, Lin Taichu suddenly sensed the temperature around him plummet. Wisps of snowflakes drifted down.
He looked up and saw an enormous snowball hurtling toward him.
"Damn it!" Lin Taichu cursed as