(The previous chapter has been revised~) Several days earlier, in Myriad Lotus Heaven.
Fresh, lustrous lotus mist lingered year-round. A pool of emerald ripples wound outward, and a vast sea of lotuses stretched from beneath Yun Baojian's feet to the ends of heaven and earth.
Countless ancient swords lay submerged beneath the green waters, awaiting sword wielders with the right affinity to come comprehend them.
Sword cultivators who entered could quietly contemplate the mighty sword intent circulating around them, presumably finding an opportunity to gain enlightenment and break through.
At least, that was what Yun Baojian had envisioned.
Ten thousand swords illuminating the heart, sword intent questioning the Dao, reflecting ten thousand swords through his own, comprehending the intent of his predecessors, seeking his own path, and so on.
Holding the longsword that never left his side, Yun Baojian sat cross-legged on the water with a solemn expression.
Three, two, one. Ready.
He closed his eyes to contemplate the sword, all in one smooth motion.
Then he sat there for about... three breaths?
Yun Baojian opened his eyes and looked down.
A sword lay submerged in the pool beside him.
It looked exceedingly ancient, its blade crisscrossed with rusty patterns and covered in mottled scars left by time. A faded mountain motif was engraved along its spine, but its edges showed no rust whatsoever, a biting cold gleam faintly flowing along them.
Yun Baojian stared at it for a while.
A dark black sword tassel wound around its hilt, lying quietly amid the mud at the bottom of the pool.
One breath later, Yun Baojian reached out.
And poked it.
Buzzz-
The ancient sword, which had slumbered for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, instantly erupted.
Who the hell said you could touch me?!
Fierce sword qi