Some Sword Intent was cold and biting, like a frigid spring on a winter night; some was blazing, like surging molten lava; some was ethereal, like echoes in a mountain valley; some was heavy and imposing, like mountains lying across the land.
Countless kinds of Sword Intent silently seeped from the stone slabs beneath his feet, weaving together and merging within the hall until they formed an air so dense it was almost tangible.
With every breath, Ye Lin could feel that Sword Intent entering his body through his airways, then being naturally absorbed by his sword veins, unimpeded as a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
Ye Lin's eyes lit up.
Aside from receiving one-on-one guidance, this was a naturally perfect place for cultivation.
After all, the Sword Dao here was rich beyond measure. If one secluded oneself here to cultivate immortality, one's progress would surely be swift.
Still, that idea was probably impossible to realize.
After looking around, Ye Lin raised his head and looked straight ahead.
At the very center of the hall stood a stone platform.
Unlike the bluestone slabs beneath his feet, the platform was entirely lustrous white, like jade. Its surface had been polished to a mirror sheen, clearly reflecting one's image.
The platform was not tall, only about three feet high, and no more than a zhang across. Yet within this hall filled with stone slabs sealed with Sword Intent, it stood out all the more.
It was as though all the Sword Intent revolved around it, circling and flowing like a host of stars guarding the North Star at their center.
Ye Lin walked up to the platform and stopped before it.
He looked around. The figures within the stone slabs scattered throughout the hall each emanated a different aura of the