Every so often, the Myriad Sword Tomb would open. Jin Feiyang and the others hadn't used the Myriad Sword Token to enter. They had deliberately fought each other, activating some kind of powerful restriction to temporarily open a gap and enter the Myriad Sword Tomb. One had to admit, they were crazy.
"The Myriad Sword Tomb? Kid Shi, this is your chance. If you can get your hands on a good flying sword, it'll benefit your Immortal Path," Xiaoyaozi said gravely.
"I already have thirty-six flying swords that are Spiritually Connected Magic Treasures. What use would one or two more be?"
"Kid Shi, you're wrong about that. How many years have your flying swords been around? The items in the Myriad Sword Tomb are tens of thousands of years old. They say there's even a Sword Spirit in there. Aren't you going to try your luck?"
"The Sword Spirit legend?" Shi Yue nodded thoughtfully. True or not, he would find out by trying. The allure of a Sword Spirit to a Sword Cultivator was simply too great.
But without a Myriad Sword Token, he could only get in by using the Spatial Divine Ability of his Qingluan Transformation.
By then, Jin Feiyang and the other man had also disappeared into the rift.
The rift gradually healed, as though it had never appeared.
"Wait here for me. I'm going in to take a look." A brilliant green light shone from Shi Yue's body, transforming him into a Green Luan Bird over a hundred zhang tall. With a flap of his wings, he flew toward the sky.
The Green Luan Bird let out a succession of clear cries. A dazzling green light appeared high in the sky, and ripples spread across the void, revealing a gap more than ten zhang wide.
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