Three Ancient Swords

Buzz—!

Though the sword hum was faint, it carried a sharpness and sorrow that had pierced through the ages!

Immediately afterward, some of the rust on the three ancient swords' surfaces flaked away on its own, revealing the dim yet still faintly cold-glinting blades beneath!

Three extremely condensed Sword Qi of different colors shot from the blades. Rather than attacking Lu Chen, they converged and collided in midair!

Clang—!

At the point where the Sword Qi collided, a dazzling burst of light erupted. Then, a blurry, illusory figure formed from light and shadow slowly emerged at the center of that radiance!

The figure stood around nine feet tall, straight and imposing. It wore an ancient-style suit of armor, tattered beyond repair, and held a sword of light woven from three streams of Sword Qi.

Its face was indistinct, with only two clusters of unyielding pale-golden flames burning where its eyes should have been.

A desolate, tragic, yet incomparably steadfast fighting intent spread from the figure of light and shadow like a tidal wave, blanketing the entire valley!

This fighting intent was not directed at Lu Chen. It was merely unconsciously emanating, yet it shook his mind, as though he had witnessed the scene of a powerful expert fighting here in blood-soaked battle countless years ago, refusing to rest until death.

"A lingering remnant of a battle spirit? Or a weapon that gained sentience and manifested a guardian by combining with the residual Dao resonance and fighting intent of this place?"

Alarm surged within Lu Chen.

The aura of this light-and-shadow figure was unstable, waxing and waning. Yet at its strongest, it gave him a sense of pressure nearly comparable to the peak of the middle stage of Supernatural Power!

Moreover, its energy composition was extraordinarily peculiar. It was not purely