Yi Feng flew north all the way.
After three days and three nights, he finally arrived at the Northern Cold Secret Realm.
The world was vast and desolate, filled with nothing but endless snow.
Following the information he had gathered, Yi Feng found a deep Cave Mansion. The moment he stepped inside, it was as though he had entered an ice cellar that had stood for ten thousand years, cold piercing to the bone. Without profound spiritual power to ward off the chill, ordinary people could never have entered.
Yi Feng walked through the Cave Mansion for a long while, his heart full of anticipation.
At last, he reached its depths and found a whole new world within.
Before him lay an incomparably spacious, hundred-zhang quiet chamber. The surrounding ice walls contained all manner of longswords, though none could say how many years they had been sealed away, or who had wielded them in days gone by.
Yi Feng was overjoyed at the sight. He stepped forward to inspect them closely and sense their sword intent, only to find that he could not feel the aura of any famed sword at all—not even the slightest trace of anything unusual.
Other than icy coldness, he found nothing.
Looking at the longswords embedded in the ice walls, Yi Feng felt nothing, as though he were looking at a heap of broken copper and rotten iron, or a pile of counterfeits. Not the slightest ripple stirred in his heart.
After examining them for a long while, Yi Feng's brows gradually furrowed.
"Is this truly the legendary Void Sword Mound?"
"This place simply does not live up to its name. But if this is not the Void Sword Mound, who would expend such immense effort to build a Cave Mansion within ten-thousand-year deep ice