Sect Leader Wang: The sect's records are all fake history!

"Clang, clang-clang-clang..."

The ringing of swords filled the air, growing louder and louder.

Chen Zhuo walked ahead of the stream of swords, blue lightning coiling around him. He looked back and saw ten thousand magical swords hanging in the air behind him, refusing to disperse. It was a magnificent sight.

Chen Zhuo thought, Sigh, impressive as this spectacle is, it's only for show. Real mastery of the sword will still take years of hard work!

Still, with the Thunderfire Sword protecting me, I can use it openly in the Ancient Immortal Realm.

With that thought, Chen Zhuo felt much more at ease. He quickened his pace and headed down the mountain, Thunderfire Sword in hand, amid the roar of ten thousand swords.

Seeing the shaken Foundation Establishment Cultivators and Wang Shechuan at the foot of the mountain, Chen Zhuo smiled faintly. He stopped halfway down the slope and recited a poem.

"That should do it."

After finishing the poem, Chen Zhuo willed the Sword Intent inherent in the Thunderfire Sword to slowly recede.

He also began to slide the Thunderfire Sword back into its sheath.

Clang!

As the blade entered its sheath, the blue lightning filling the sky was drawn in by the Sword Intent and sealed away with it.

Once the blue lightning had been drawn into the sheath, the thousands upon thousands of magical swords behind him fell to the ground and returned to normal, clattering all around.

For a moment, silence returned to Ten-Thousand-Blade Mountain.

Chen Zhuo looked around. Wang Shechuan and several Foundation Establishment Cultivators were staring at him, dumbstruck. He smiled faintly, put the Thunderfire Sword into his Storage Bag, and said respectfully, "Uncle-Master Wang, senior brothers, I've chosen the sword I wanted. Thank you all for standing guard."

With that, Chen Zhuo flashed a