Next came the third venerable, whose sword moves were strange and tricky, taking an unorthodox path.
The fourth venerable was heavy and steady, wielding Unrivaled in hand.
The fifth venerable, the sixth venerable.
The seventh venerable...
Each sword puppet performed a different set of swordsmanship, every set pointing directly toward one facet of the Sword Dao.
Watching these sword puppets, Ye Lin seemed to understand something.
This was not simply an attack against him, but a form of inheritance.
The master of the Sword Graveyard had left behind these sword puppets to display the myriad possibilities of the Sword Dao to later sword cultivators.
Or perhaps he was simply showing off his skills.
It seemed that only by learning them would one qualify to enter deeper within.
At this point, Ye Lin was somewhat puzzled.
Not only were these sword puppets not frightening, they were in fact a tremendous opportunity.
Then why had the ancestors of the Green Vine Tribe been so terrified of them?
Ye Lin did not understand, but he respected them.
He calmed himself and began to observe carefully.
Ye Lin watched, and the three behind him watched as well.
The Sword Dao, the Saber Dao, the Dao of Strength, the Dao of Space—all pointed directly toward the Great Dao.
No matter the move, there were common threads between them, each achieving the same wondrous effect through different paths.
After all eighteen sword puppets had finished their demonstrations, they began repeating the same motions.
Gradually, Ye Lin understood why the ancestors of the Green Vine Tribe had feared these sword puppets so much.
Because they could not leave.
Just now, Ye Lin had quietly shifted one step backward, only for the sword puppets to glare at him furiously.
Their eyes seemed to say: Take one more step