Qin Hao gazed at the ancient characters carved into the rock. One by one, they seemed to turn into Treasure Swords, slashing wildly before his eyes.
In an instant, nothing remained between heaven and earth but swords!
Countless Treasure Swords flashed before his eyes.
In Qin Hao's Consciousness Sea, his Little Sword Martial Soul trembled violently, as if excited and wary at once.
"This is..."
Qin Hao's scalp prickled.
Carved into the rock was a passage:
"I have a sword that will shatter this world!"
"I have a sword that will wash the mortal cycle of Reincarnation in blood!"
"I have a sword that will fight the hypocritical Gods!"
"I have a sword whose cold gleam faces demons!"
"I have a sword that will overturn everything!"
"Gongs and drums resound, yellow sands stretch without end; one Heaven-Shaking Sword Strike severs ten thousand fathoms of the Mortal World!"
"Hahahaha..."
"Left by the Carefree Swordsman!"
"Nameless!"
Qin Hao's mind reeled. Something seemed to stir in the depths of his soul, and he could not help reading the words aloud.
As Qin Hao spoke the final word, "Nameless," his already trembling Little Sword Martial Soul seemed to break through some kind of shackle. In an instant...
Buzz!
His Little Sword Martial Soul grew several times larger out of nowhere.
A feeling of unimpeded thought and crystalline clarity welled up within him.
"It broke through?"
Startled by the trembling and transformation of his Little Sword Martial Soul, Qin Hao quickly sensed the difference. Surprise and delight swept over him. "My Little Sword Martial Soul has risen from Earth Grade Seventh Grade to Earth Grade Eighth Rank!"
"Just by looking at those words, my Little Sword Martial Soul advanced an entire grade."
Once a Warrior reached the Venerable Martial Realm, few still spoke of Martial