Cangfeng said nothing further. He simply raised the iron sword in his hand and gave it a light slash.
The space before him split open, revealing a passage leading deep into the sacred land.
At the end of the passage stood a dense forest filled with countless ancient swords, their Sword Qi shooting into the heavens.
"Go."
"There is no time limit for Ten Thousand Swords Tempering the Body, but if you conquer the ten thousand swords, it will be considered a success."
"Once you enter, there will be no chance to regret it."
Cangfeng's warning rang beside Ye Lin's ear.
Yet Ye Lin did not hesitate in the slightest. He directly lifted his foot and stepped inside.
After passing through the corridor, a forest of swords stretching beyond sight lay before him.
There was no soil here, no grass or trees—only countless ancient swords. In a manner that seemed chaotic yet secretly accorded with the Great Dao, they were planted upside down across the earth.
The ancient swords came in all shapes and lengths. Some were mottled with rust, while others gleamed with chilling light.
Yet without exception, every ancient sword emanated a powerful Sword Intent—perhaps different in attributes, but all sword in essence.
Some of these Sword Intents were fierce and violent; some were nimble and swift; some were strange and ever-changing; some were heavy and steady; some flowed on without end.
Countless styles of swordsmanship, countless understandings and applications of the sword, converged here to form a savage, unceasing storm of Sword Intent.
Ye Lin slowly closed his eyes, sensing the terrifying Sword Intent that constantly radiated through the air.
Ye Lin could feel the terror of the Sword Intent within the forest.
But his gaze remained firm as he took a step into Sword Graveyard Forest.