After listening to the Spirit King's account, Ye Lin looked toward the Sword Pool once more.
At that moment, he understood the meaning of those eight words.
"Ask the sword of Heaven, and Heaven dares not answer."
What kind of proud, wildly arrogant person would have been capable of saying such words?
He looked at that broken sword, his heart full of admiration.
This was what a sword cultivator should be.
The world always said that what was too rigid would easily break.
But who knew that once rigidity reached a certain extent, who could possibly break it?
Not even Heaven.
"They have always been inside my Spatial Ring."
"But now, placing them here will let the world see them—let all sword cultivators under heaven see them."
"Rather than keeping them forever in my lightless Spatial Ring, I might as well place them here for the world, for all sword cultivators under heaven, to behold in reverence."
The Spirit King suddenly smiled.
He smiled and shook his head.
His tone seemed self-mocking, yet also brimming with other emotions.
Emotions that could neither be spoken clearly nor understood fully.
"Since that is the case, then leave them here."
"If Big Brother needs them, you can come take them away at any time."
Seeing that the Spirit King had already said so much, Ye Lin did not continue refusing.
"No need. Let them remain here forever."
"I imagine that is what they want as well."
The Spirit King shook his head and refused.
There had never been a precedent for him taking back something he had given away.
Besides, leaving these things here was better than keeping them forever inside his own lightless Spatial Ring.
Letting all sword cultivators under heaven behold them in reverence would also allow those sword cultivators to