The valley was not large, only about ten li across, yet it was suffused with an intense Sword Intent—dozens of times stronger than the sword scar from before.
Standing at the mouth of the valley, Ye Lin could even feel a faint prickling pain on his skin.
It was caused by invisible Sword Qi automatically slicing at his skin.
But that was all; it could not inflict even the slightest effective harm upon Ye Lin.
At the valley entrance stood a stone stele, upon which were carved two ancient characters.
Sword Graveyard.
It was not the so-called Sword Cry Valley, but a Sword Graveyard.
Below the stele was another line of smaller characters.
"The Sword Dao is endless; bury swords here."
At the very bottom was a broken sword.
This broken sword was a simple symbol.
"This should be the Lesser Sacred Land."
"Let's go in and take a look. Let's see what kind of mysterious things lie within."
After glancing at the other three around him, the four of them stepped inside together.
The instant he entered the valley, Ye Lin felt as though he had stepped into an ocean of swords.
The air was permeated with Sword Qi so dense it seemed almost tangible.
Every wisp of wind carried a cutting edge, and every breath felt as though he were inhaling countless tiny sword gleams.
These things posed no threat whatsoever to Ye Lin.
But if another Primordial Unity Golden Immortal set foot here, they would likely be pierced into a sieve by this Sword Qi in an instant.
Left riddled with holes.
The scenery within the valley was simple to the point of desolation.
There were no exotic flowers or rare herbs, nor were there any pavilions or towers.
Here, there were only swords.
Swords were embedded