On the stone platform circling the wall.
The four Sword Envoys stood side by side.
Suddenly, the air surged before them. The Sword Tomb, which had been empty moments before, shattered like a mirror, revealing its true appearance.
A gigantic stone sword stood there, bristling with countless swords.
Numerous stone tablets were scattered around it.
The more than twenty Inner Disciples who had entered earlier stood among the forest of stone tablets.
"Hey, five people matched with divine swords this time?"
"Looks like this batch of Inner Disciples is quite impressive."
"Indeed. It's already good if one or two match with divine swords when the Sword Tomb opens."
"Maybe none matched last time, so this time their luck's gone through the roof."
The four Sword Envoys were delighted by what they saw inside the Sword Tomb.
Matching with a divine sword was crucial.
Generally speaking, True Disciples had the greatest chance of matching with one.
After all, among the younger generation of Inner Disciples, True Disciples were bound to be the most outstanding.
As for Inner Disciples who hadn't comprehended sword intent, it was basically impossible for them to match with a divine sword.
Unless they managed to comprehend sword intent inside the Sword Tomb, but even then, their chances were slim.
So the focus was on the disciples who had comprehended sword intent.
With exceptionally good luck, they had a chance of matching with a divine sword.
That was because some divine swords had inherent qualities closely tied to the sword intent a particular disciple had comprehended.
"Whose disciple is that one on the right? He matched with a divine sword, too. How come I've never heard of him before?"
The Sword Envoy wearing a Silver Mask asked curiously.
"I heard he's Old Ghost Zhou's disciple. Tsk, the old