Lin Feng's heart was left with nothing but endless shock and confusion.
Yet Xiao Yang, standing at the center of the sea of swords, seemed to regard all of this as perfectly natural.
He gripped the Immortal Slaying Sword in his hand, which was likewise humming excitedly, and felt the intimate yet reverent thoughts flowing toward him from every direction.
An indescribable surge of pride rose within him as well!
Was this the majesty of the Sword Wielder?
With a single thought, ten thousand swords submitted!
He seemed to see the peerless first-generation Sword Wielder of the previous era, likewise holding the Immortal Slaying Sword, followed by countless Sword Cultivators, charging toward the supreme Heavenly Court!
What a magnificent, heroic sight that must have been!
Xiao Yang took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
He stepped forward, following the path carved out for him by ten thousand swords, and walked step by step toward the deepest part of the sword tomb.
With every step he took, the ancient swords around him let out even more resounding cries!
The entire sword tomb was cheering and boiling over at his arrival!
Xiao Yang walked slowly, yet every step he took was incomparably firm.
His gaze swept over the ancient swords of every shape lining both sides.
From those swords, he could feel the towering Sword Intent of their former masters—unyielding, never regretting even unto death!
This was a legacy!
A legacy of swordsmanship spirit that had transcended eras!
At this moment, Xiao Yang's mind seemed to merge with the countless sword souls as one!
His understanding of the sword path was rising wildly at an unprecedented speed!
He did not know how long he walked.
When Xiao Yang crossed that vast ocean of swords and finally reached the