"Good. You have the heart of a swordsman."
Hearing Chen Lin's answer, the Sword-Eyed Man nodded in satisfaction, then the mark between his brows lit up.
The phantom image of a small sword appeared.
With a flash, it sank into the wall to one side.
A Light Gate appeared on the wall, radiating a faint glow.
"You know the rules, right?"
The Sword-Eyed Man looked at Chen Lin.
When Chen Lin nodded, he waved his hand. "Go in. Good luck."
Chen Lin cupped his fist in salute.
Without speaking, he slowly approached the Light Gate and stepped through.
After a sensation like passing through a curtain of water, Chen Lin appeared in a dim space.
The entire space was empty, save for a jet-black longsword floating silently upright in the air.
Aside from that.
There was also an hourglass at his feet, its glowing particles trickling downward.
He already understood the rules.
The trial required him to remain in this Sword Pond until the hourglass ran out. No matter how badly he was injured, as long as he was still alive at the final moment, his ascension would be considered successful.
He would also receive treatment from the Sword Pavilion.
Even the gravest injuries could be healed.
Chen Lin held his breath and focused.
He remained on high alert.
Although there was only one sword here, a trial that made the White-Clothed Swordsman pale at its very mention could never be simple.
It would surely be as still as a maiden at rest, then erupt into a raging storm once it moved.
Just as that thought crossed his mind.
The silently floating black sword trembled slightly.
Then streaks of light lit up throughout the space.
Every streak was a longsword. One, two, a hundred, a thousand-too many to count, too