Ahead, outside the Sword Pool, countless cultivators had gathered, packed together in a dense sea. At a rough glance, there had to be several thousand of them.
Before the Sword Pool's entrance, the Sword Demon leaned against a massive sword, arms folded as he watched ahead.
Beside him, two staff members from the Great Blade Association were handling transactions.
The transaction was simple: pay up, then enter.
On the other side, sword cultivators were constantly leaving the Sword Pool.
As they emerged, their bodies were covered in wounds and their auras were weak.
Without exception, every sword cultivator who left bore dense clusters of injuries.
Every single one was like that.
Ye Lin looked into the Sword Pool.
Countless sword cultivators were being tempered by the Sword Qi.
Most of them were positioned around the edges.
"Haahaha, again, again! Come at me harder! What does this little bit count for?"
"This Sword Qi is all good stuff! Bring more! Hahaha, come on!!!"
"What terrifying Sword Dao aura... I feel as though I've glimpsed enlightenment in my Great Dao."
Those people were being tormented by countless strands of Sword Qi, yet they laughed uproariously all the while.
The more surging the Sword Qi became, the happier they were, and the louder they shouted.
Watching them, Ye Lin's expression gradually turned strange.
Could these people have some kind of hidden attribute?
Still, he understood. The myriad Sword Qi within this Sword Pool was most suitable for sword cultivators to temper their own Sword Dao.
Looking at the cultivators lining up, Ye Lin stroked his chin.
Was ten thousand transaction points a little too cheap?
Even in ordinary Sword Dao factions, the requirements for entering a Sword Pool were extremely strict.
But his Sword Pool was ridiculously awesome.
The fee was a little