A few steps brought him before the formation. He raised the talisman in his hand, and with a surge of energy, the formation opened a doorway wide enough for one person to pass through. Nie Yun lifted his foot and stepped inside.
The so-called Sword Pool was not a pool of water, but an ocean of swords. Upon entering the formation, Nie Yun felt as though he had stepped into another world. The sky was densely filled with countless swords of every kind.
These longswords were all wrapped in cocoon-like coverings and suspended overhead, making it impossible to discern their exact grade or power.
The Sword Pool had been formed from the swords carried by generations of Sword Spirit Valley ancestors. Though these longswords had been sealed away, sharp sword qi still rippled through the air, surging in every direction and making every step difficult.
It was fine at first, but after taking a few steps, he discovered that the sword qi carried sword intent that attacked the soul, making it hard to resist and easy to fall unconscious.
"No wonder they say the Sword Pool is terrifying. These sword intents are complex and ever-changing; they really can easily drive someone to collapse!"
Nie Yun's expression turned grave.
The longswords within the Sword Pool had all been nurtured by Sword Spirit Valley's predecessors over many years. Every one of them contained its owner's unique Sword Dao intent, each utterly different from the next. Those with short cultivation time and no experience could quickly lose themselves among these countless intents, unable to break free.
Even those who had cultivated for a long time might, after prolonged exposure, be invaded by the sword intent and begin to doubt themselves.
It had to be said that the sword intents within the Sword Pool,