700. Water Reaches Its Channel, and a Channel Is Formed

Ancient Sword Abyss.

The sky stretched ten thousand miles in flawless blue, clear and translucent like a jewel washed clean with water.

Beneath that blue sky lay a vast, boundless sea. Towering waves surged across its surface, their crashing spray exploding into the air a thousand zhang high.

Gao Xian had never seen such a violently turbulent sea. From above, its churning waters appeared pitch-black. After only one glance, he felt as though those roiling black waves were the enormous hands of demon gods, wildly grasping at his mind and dragging it downward.

That intense sensation of plunging down made even Gao Xian dizzy and entranced, unable to collect himself for a moment.

"Stellar Lord, do not stare directly at the sea below."

Yin Jiuli softly cautioned him. "The Ancient Sword Abyss is an ancient battlefield. It is said that human sword cultivators once fought a great battle against the Demon Race here. The dead sword cultivators became an endless sea of swords that drowned every demon.

"This sword abyss is a sealed land of death, imprisoning countless remnants of powerful demon souls. When these remnants fuse with the sword intent left behind by the sword cultivators, they become powerful Evil Spirits skilled in swordsmanship..."

As a direct disciple of the Taiji Sword Palace, Yin Jiuli had come to the Ancient Sword Abyss for training while she was still at the Golden Core stage. After forming her Nascent Soul, she had spent another thirty years here tempering her sword. It could be said that she knew this place quite well.

The most terrifying thing about the Ancient Sword Abyss was the endless sea below, which had gathered the lingering divine souls and sword intent of an unknown number of cultivators and powerful Demon Race experts.

Even Nascent Soul True Lords