Golden Thunder Origin Energy

Ye An took his first step onto Buried Sword Peak.

The instant his foot touched the ground, Metal Origin Energy so dense it had nearly taken solid form surged up beneath him, like countless invisible "swords" pressing against his skin at once.

The White Tiger Edge-Refining Art stirred like a beast roused from hibernation. The Golden Thunder True Essence in his Qi Pill abruptly came alive. Ye An had not even tried to activate it, yet upon sensing the Metal Origin Energy, the White Tiger Inner Art circulated through a Lesser Celestial Circuit on its own.

"What a place. The Golden Thunder Origin Energy should be even denser at the summit." Ye An raised his eyes to the top of the solitary peak.

Fine cracks covered much of the mountain, as though countless sword edges had kneaded its surface again and again. Broken swords lay scattered thickly across every slope he could see.

Some of the ruined swords were no more than rust-flecked hilts, half-buried in the soil. Others had snapped in two and lay wedged in crevices. Still others retained their shape, but their blades had gone dull, all spiritual essence lost.

Judging by their materials and the faint auras that remained, even the lowest among them had been Spirit Grade.

As he climbed, the muttering of a Hanging Sword Sect disciple reached Ye An's ears.

"When a Hanging Sword Sect disciple meets with misfortune beyond the sect, or dies of old age within it, their sword is buried here. While the sword lives, its wielder lives; when the sword dies, its wielder dies. To bury a sword here is to let a fallen leaf return to its roots. It also shelters our fellow disciples and leaves a gift for those who come after."

"One day, my sword will