That brat!
Watching his younger brother walk away, Nie Yun shook his head and headed forward as well.
Creating a sword through sword traces sounded difficult, but it was nothing to him. After taking only a few steps, a puppet indeed appeared before him, while Nie Tong had already vanished from sight—clearly, he had passed the test.
Grasping the longsword in his hand, he gave it a light flick. A flurry of snowflakes appeared in the air, followed by two, three... Within a few breaths, they became thousands upon thousands. Before the newly appeared puppet could rush up to him, it was entangled by the snowflakes, its entire body torn apart as it vanished before his eyes.
Whoosh!
With the puppet slain, the staircase appeared before him once more.
Nie Yun lifted his foot and walked up.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Not far from the Sword Spirit Tower, beams of light flashed continuously atop a level stone platform.
Each time the light flashed, a corpse appeared.
They were precisely those who had died while attempting the first three trials.
The Sword Spirit Tower would not keep these corpses. Once someone stopped breathing, the Formation would transfer them out before long and place them here, allowing their family and friends to retrieve the bodies and avoiding unnecessary trouble.
"Luo Qian..."
"Zhang Ying..."
"I told you not to go, but you insisted. Now look what happened..."
"Our strength was not enough to enter the Sword Spirit Tower, yet you insisted on trying. Now you're dead and the lamp has gone out—there's nothing left..."
"Young Master, before we came, the Master reminded you again and again not to go in. I tried to persuade you, but you wouldn't listen. How am I supposed to explain this when we return..."
As corpses continued