Li Gan froze on the spot.
The progress of his Heartless Sword Intent had shot straight up to Illusion 99.
He remembered it had only been around 23 before.
Could it have been because he'd fought so many sword-intent apparitions earlier?
This trip to the Sword Tomb had been more than worth it.
At his current pace, it would take him over fifty days to increase his Heartless Sword Intent's progress by even one point. It was far too slow.
And that was with the Chen Bell assisting his cultivation.
To break through from Illusion Grade Sword Intent to a higher level, he would need at least another decade or more.
But now it had jumped straight from 23 to 99, saving him more than ten years.
He could only say that comprehending sword intent in the Sword Tomb was simply unbeatable.
He guessed that opening the Sword Tomb must come at a great cost. Otherwise, the Divine Sword Sect wouldn't have made the conditions for entering so strict.
Suddenly, Li Gan looked around and saw over a dozen swords floating around him.
These were the so-called divine swords.
As for the countless swords in the sky, they weren't all divine swords.
A sword worthy of being called a divine sword was naturally extraordinary.
There could only be a handful of them.
The vast majority were surely ordinary Treasure Swords.
After all, the swords used in life by the Divine Sword Sect's ancestors who were buried in the Sword Tomb would also be buried there with them.
Li Gan took a deep breath and swept his spiritual perception over one of the swords. It trembled slightly, then floated over to him.
Its blade was long and slender, thin as a cicada's wing, and pale as if transparent. It seemed almost