At this moment, within the sword graveyard of the Immortal Sect, countless sharp swords that had once battled across the Cultivation World now lay buried. Some had been severed at the waist, some corroded away, and others were mottled with rust, all scattered throughout this cavern.
A gust of sinister wind swept past, carrying the aura of heroes at the end of their road as it passed before Chen Fan.
These were a host of dead swords, yet their unwillingness and fury had remained, buried within the sword graveyard, unable to fade away.
Chen Fan stood at the entrance to the sword graveyard, his expression grave and a terrifying wrath rising in his eyes.
For directly ahead of him, Wuya Sword was sealed atop the central sword platform of the graveyard, tightly bound by nine Ice Soul Iron Chains. Its blade was already mottled with rust, buried beneath dust for far too long, having seemingly lost the sharpness and vast righteous aura it had possessed in its prime.
Rumble—!
At that moment, the sword platform suddenly shook violently. Wuya Sword seemed to have sensed something and was awakening.
Chen Fan's eyes widened slightly. He discovered that something appeared to be missing from Wuya Sword's hilt.
That jade pearl! His heart jolted. The jade pearl once embedded in the groove had actually vanished, leaving the hilt empty and covered in rust.
"Master of the Immortal Palace, is a single Wuya Sword really worth such measures from you?" Chen Fan muttered coldly. His voice was bone-chilling, revealing the rage in his heart.
The sword he had forged with his own hands, containing countless drops of his blood essence, had actually been suppressed here, bathed daily in the deathly aura of innumerable fallen swords and even fed with cultivators' flesh and blood.
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