The time came to the third day, and the Ten Thousand Swords Trial began.
Feng Yao and the others found the inn where Zhao Fu was staying and followed him to the site of the Ten Thousand Swords Trial.
The site was a massive platform built entirely of metal, divided into nine levels. Each level was three meters high. At the very top stood a colossal sword a thousand meters long, radiating a terrifying sword aura that seemed to hold up the heavens and stand upon the earth.
That great sword was multicolored, imprinted with the marks of countless different swords—greatswords, slender swords, curved swords, heavy swords, short swords. Each sword mark was a different color, together forming the giant sword's dazzling array of hues.
Every sword mark represented a sword dao inheritance, and the densely packed marks upon it represented the myriad sword dao inheritances. Just thinking about it was enough to leave one stunned.
Those participating in the trial now gathered around the platform, while even more spectators stood farther away. Before the platform was a high stage where the upper echelons of Ten Thousand Swords City, along with certain people of distinguished status, were seated.
An old man with white hair and beard, dressed in white robes with a sword at his waist, swept his gaze over the people surrounding the platform and rose from his seat. "I am the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords City. I now declare the Ten Thousand Swords Trial to begin."
Clang!
A tremendous sword cry rang out. The sword atop the platform released countless streams of multicolored sword qi, which spread outward and covered the entire platform. Sword patterns flashed across the platform as an immense aura swept out.
After a while, the giant sword slowly returned to calm, and everyone