Meanwhile, the towering Sword Tomb trembled violently, forming an inexplicable resonance with Shi Yi.
There was not just one such Sword Tomb, but dozens, even hundreds. All of them shook like erupting volcanoes, spewing sky-swallowing sword qi accompanied by terrifying sages' sword intent, shattering the firmament and cleaving through chaos.
Shi Yi stood motionless, immersed in his insights into the sword dao. A mighty sword cry rang out from within him, silver light blossoming with metallic chimes, drawing the various swords buried in the Sword Tombs out to circle his body.
The sight was staggering. Regardless of their material, whether their blades were whole or broken, every sword gathered around Shi Yi like stars clustering around the moon.
At that moment, he seemed to have become the king of ten thousand swords, the supreme sovereign of all blades.
Ever since this Small World had formed, an exceptional young prodigy who stunned the Desolate Region would arrive here every hundred years or several hundred years, stand where Shi Yi now stood, activate the imprints in the void, and comprehend the sword dao and sword intent left behind by the sages.
Every young prodigy who experienced this enlightenment would see their mastery of the sword dao soar.
Yet no one had ever subdued them all as Shi Yi had, standing above hundreds of Sword Tombs. Even the Shi Yi of the original story had never accomplished this.
All of this was thanks to the Grass Character Sword Art, a Ten Fiends Treasure Technique Shi Yi had obtained from the Mountain Treasure. There was a reason it was called one of the Three Supreme Sword Arts.
A speck of dust could fill the seas; a blade of grass could slash through the stars, sun, and moon...
Once Shi Yi achieved a tremendous breakthrough