At last he stood upon the highest peak and saw all other mountains shrink beneath him.
Chen Zhuo stood in the biting wind, gazing down the mountain, his heart overflowing with emotion.
Over the final five steps, his Sword Qi had been honed, bringing him to the brink of insight. His Thunder Seed had transformed as well!
He had to admit it.
The Sword Ladder truly did temper those who climbed it.
When True Lord Chasing the Moon and Eternal Light had designed the Sword Ladder, he had clearly put tremendous thought into it, weaving in many ingenious details.
He had genuinely wanted to help the sect nurture a true swordsmanship genius.
At the sight of this, Chen Zhuo sighed. Then he saw the sword light around him draw together, gradually coalescing in midair.
The next instant, a remnant of Divine Sense swept over him.
Chen Zhuo felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss. He flinched.
The Nascent Soul Realm!
Divine Sense from the Nascent Soul Realm!
Chen Zhuo quickly realized what was happening.
No Nascent Soul cultivator had suddenly appeared to seize him. This was his reward for reaching the summit.
But that Nascent Soul Divine Sense was extremely faint. If Chen Zhuo had not reached the summit and stirred the Sword Intent, bringing it forth, the remnant might never have awakened on its own.
If another few centuries passed without anyone reaching the summit,
that Nascent Soul Divine Sense would probably dissipate by itself.
Its owner must have been True Lord Chasing the Moon and Eternal Light, who had passed away more than three thousand years ago.
Chen Zhuo mulled it over.
The next instant, a thought reached him through that Divine Sense.
It was exceedingly faint, yet it connected with the steps, and a