"Big Brother, this gift is too heavy. I'm afraid I can't accept it."
After looking for a long while, Ye Lin finally spoke.
If he entered this Sword Pool and underwent the cleansing of this Sword Qi, he would gain immense benefits.
Even sword cultivators at the Seventh or Eighth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm would probably have to kneel before it.
How was he supposed to bear such a grand gift?
This favor was too weighty.
He could not accept it.
"It's fine."
"To me, they are useless things. Here, perhaps they can once again restore their former glory."
A trace of reminiscence flashed through the Spirit King's eyes as he sighed.
"Big Brother, is there a story behind this?"
Ye Lin turned to look at the Spirit King.
Hearing the faint sorrow in the Spirit King's voice and seeing the expression on his face, Ye Lin asked.
"Countless ages ago, there was a man named Sword Walker."
"He was once my closest friend. We were extremely close; although we were not of the same race, we grew up together from childhood."
"He was born as though for the sword, and his nature was arrogant and solitary. He was unwilling to lower his head to anyone, always carrying himself with unparalleled pride."
"The moment he was born, heaven and earth gave rise to strange phenomena. Long Swords within hundreds of millions of li all around bowed in salute."
"He began cultivating at three, became a Heavenly Immortal at ten, stepped into the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Realm at a hundred, entered the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm at a thousand, and by ten thousand years old, his cultivation had reached the First Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm."
"His talent was too astonishing—so astonishing that countless top experts of that era wanted to take him