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Ten-Thousand-Blade Mountain brimmed with Killing Intent.

Chen Zhuo's vision darkened, and an intense discomfort swept over him.

His Divine Sense was completely suppressed. Even projected beyond his body, it could survey only a meter or two around him.

The feeling unsettled Chen Zhuo, as though someone had blindfolded him.

He wasn't actually blind, but cultivators were accustomed to probing everything with Divine Sense. Their eyes were merely a backup.

With his Divine Sense restricted, it wasn't quite like losing both eyes, but it certainly felt like losing one.

"Sigh."

Chen Zhuo sighed, steadied himself, and looked around.

As far as he could see, swords stood packed together.

Some were thrust into cracks in the rock, with only their hilts showing.

Others were embedded in the mountainside, their blades half-buried.

A few lay scattered on the ground, without much sharpness to their aura.

The swords varied in shape and material, but most were High-Grade Magical Artifacts.

Chen Zhuo passed them by and headed up the mountain.

It had been a long time since he'd felt like an ordinary mortal again.

It's like being back before I passed the Spiritual Root implantation exam a year ago, Chen Zhuo thought.

A month was plenty of time to make his choice.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath and wandered through the mountain.

He walked slowly, scanning sword after sword, hoping to find one that closely resembled the Thunderfire Sword.

But after half an hour and hundreds of swords, he still hadn't found a single Thunder Sword that looked like it.

The Thunderfire Sword was dark red from end to end, three feet long, and simply shaped.

By rights, it should have been easy to find. The Thunderfire Sword belonged to the first batch of Swarm Flying Swords produced by Shangqing Military Industries. It had