The location of the back mountain.
That's the highest point of the Sword King Pavilion; it's said that you can touch the clouds with your hand.
Similarly, that place was also a forbidden area for their Sword King Pavilion.
Myriad Sword Tomb!
It was a vast gray stone platform!
It looked as if it had been flattened by a sharp weapon, and it was covered with swords.
Whether decayed, restrained, sharp, or brand new...
All kinds, everything is available!
Densely packed!
At a glance, it's easily in the tens of thousands!
It is said that what is piled up is the collection of their Sword King Pavilion over the past three thousand years.
Some were left behind by disciples of the Sword Sect who had long since perished.
Some were obtained from slain enemies and then forged into swords by swordsmiths.
And the number is not decreasing but increasing, and it is still increasing continuously!
Moreover, within this!
On every single sword!
Within this Myriad Sword Tomb, after being nurtured for many years, sword intent can be born.
At the very center of the Tomb of Myriad Sword Tomb!
It is a Peerless Sword Soldier!
Although it was only a little over three feet long, it exuded an incredibly terrifying aura.
Surrounded by thousands of swordsmen!
Surrounded by stars!
He seemed to be the king among these swordsmen!
It shimmers with vibrant colors, a dazzling display that would surely astound anyone who were to examine it closely.
Those colors were clearly streaks of sword intent, intertwined and countless in number.
Everything is contained within it!
Brilliant and awe-inspiring!
In front of this sword sat an old man in a purple robe.
The robe was engraved with thousands of sword images.
His hair and beard were all white!
Her face didn't look old at all; on the contrary, it was quite rosy!
Close your eyes and sit cross-legged!
Motionless!
It seemed to have been there for a long time, as a thick layer of dust had accumulated on its head and shoulders.
As roars echoed from afar, his body trembled violently.
The layer of dust crackled and popped as it returned to its original state, falling gently off my body.
His eyes slowly opened!
His pupils seemed to contain countless sword intents!
Strands of sword light shot out in all directions!
This caused the swordsmen throughout the entire Tomb of Myriad Sword Tomb to tremble and resonate, as if they were about to rise from the ground!
"Great Sword Master, save me!"
"A terrible... enemy has stormed the mountain, and almost no one can stop them."
"Many sword masters were no match for him and have died tragically at his hands!"
"Great Sword Master, please emerge from seclusion immediately!"
"Otherwise, my Myriad Sword Pavilion might face annihilation!"
That purple-robed elder, known as the Great Sword Master!
Upon hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, seemingly not yet having reacted.
Or perhaps, he simply doesn't believe it!
What kind of annihilation disaster?
The Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion has stood for over three thousand years and remains prosperous.
It is already the most powerful force in the world!
In this world, which is almost Severing Heaven and Earth Connection, what force would dare to provoke them?
His Niwan agitated slightly, and a wisp of divine consciousness emanated from it, spreading out in all directions.
In just a moment!
The calm and composed expression on his face froze completely, replaced by intense rage.
Under his divine sense, the palaces and pavilions of the Myriad Sword Pavilion were magnificent and full of historical significance.
At this moment, however, it was a scene of utter devastation, with everything collapsing and turning into a pile of ruins.
He is indeed one of them!
His eyes were wide open, his gaze almost bursting.
"Where did this brat come from, daring to attack my Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion? Such audacity!"
"They're really courting death!"
The old man in purple robes stood up abruptly, his body radiating murderous intent, surrounded by countless sword energies.
His sharp aura reached the heavens and the earth, causing the world to lose its color.
It forcefully tore through the dense dark clouds in the sky.
They swept through everything in their path!
Jiang Yi, who was advancing with unstoppable momentum, sensed an invisible fluctuation.
It swept over him in a flash.
"Hmm, is this divine sense?"
Is it possible that someone in the Myriad Sword Pavilion has also developed divine sense?
A hint of surprise appeared on his face, but compared to him, he was far too weak.
He caught it in an instant!
Following the direction of the divine sense's origin, it led directly to the deepest part of the Myriad Sword Pavilion.
That's also what lies ahead of him!
By this time, he had already fought his way here!
Look up!
It was a gray stone platform, covered with swords.
Among them was a figure with purple hair and white hair!
"Late Stage of Ninth Transformation of Mortal Realm?"
Sensing the aura emanating from the other party, Jiang Yi roughly judged his strength.
He's a whole Realm/Boundary higher than him!
As expected of a renowned top-tier force!
That's real strength!
It is already close to reaching the limit of this world, and has even developed divine consciousness.
The two gazed at each other from afar!
"Snort!"
The purple-robed elder let out a cold snort, his divine sense drawing upon the Power of Heaven and Earth.
Enveloped in the Sword Qi of the area, a greatsword slashed down fiercely!
Jiang Yi was not willing to wait ten days either.
His Primordial Spirit stirred!
It also drew upon the immense power of heaven and earth, which merged with his Primeval Aspect Mana.
It transformed into a golden spear!
Meet the opponent's greatsword head-on!
"Boom!!!"
The spears clashed with the swords, the humming sound making the mountaintop tremble.
The stalemate only lasted a short while!
The greatsword that was slashing down was deflected, but the residual power of the spear's edge still lingered.
It slammed towards the purple-robed elder.
The old man in purple seemed somewhat shocked, but he quickly recovered.
He formed a sword incantation in his hands, which then manifested as a giant sword.
The sword was surrounded by a dazzling array of colors, each containing a different kind of sword intent.
The sword fell!
Finally, that golden spear has been completely annihilated!
After the initial probing, it was clear to anyone with discerning eyes that the outcome was self-evident.
This caused the purple-robed elder's expression to shift several times!
He was both shocked and enraged, and a powerful killing intent surged within him.
He must be killed! He must be killed!
This child must not be allowed to live!
He was the head of the Sword King Pavilion, a leader of a top-tier power.
He was the greatest among all the sword masters, and one of the most renowned and strongest individuals in the world.
It actually took two moves to neutralize his attack!
If word got out, how could he, a dignified Great Sword Master, possibly save face?
That was enough to cause his prestige to plummet!
If they wanted to salvage the situation and save face, they had to kill the young man on the spot.
We need to act quickly!
No matter who he is, he must die today!
"Young man, you're quite impressive. With this level of strength, you could already dominate the world!"
"Unfortunately, you've messed with the wrong person!"
"I must say, you're really bold to come here and cause trouble."
They destroyed the foundation of my Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion and killed the Sword Master of my Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion.
They are truly ignorant and arrogant!
You can't leave now, this is the end for you, today is your death day!
You must know that there are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people!
This master will show you the ultimate techniques of my Myriad Sword Pavilion.
This is truly the greatest honor of your life!
The old man in purple robes stood with his hands behind his back, his face filled with icy coldness.
He raised one of his large hands and gestured towards the Five-Colored Sword Soldier behind him.
At the same time, he shouted loudly—
"Sword rise!"