Many cultivators turned to look. Even Yan Zhaoxi, who had come here, looked over.
The sword was mottled with rust, yet it radiated an utterly keen aura, as though nothing in the universe could withstand its edge.
When the cultivator successfully refined it, the rust flaked away from the blade, revealing its silvery-white body. It rang out in joyous celebration.
The sword cultivator who had earlier hinted at his feelings for Yan Zhaoxi looked astonished:
"So he was this sword's master all along. The boss tried it before too, but he failed."
At those words, Yan Zhaoxi, whose entire bearing exuded indifference toward everything, promptly said, "Tell me more."
He recounted the predicament they had once faced at Ten Thousand Sword Mountain.
Especially how, at the very end, the sword had conveyed its will-
[My master is not dead. He is here in the Nine Provinces.]
After listening, Yan Zhaoxi's beautiful eyes once again filled with reminiscence.
Seeing this, the sword cultivator shook his head and sighed.
"Sure enough, you shouldn't meet someone too dazzling when you're young."
He knew there was no chance for him and Yan Zhaoxi.
Although he had been a Sword Dao Crown Champion among the Heavenly Prodigies, and had since gained many fortuitous opportunities, advancing triumphantly all the way.
Compared with Li Yang, he still seemed mediocre.
"Is that the Xuanyuan Sword? I sense an aura with the same origin as mine. Perhaps this is precisely why I came."
The speaker was a young man in golden dragon robes, radiating a terrifying pressure.
Merely approaching him made every Human Race cultivator present feel an urge to bow down in worship.
"He's the Ninth Prince of the Purple Tenuity Immortal Dynasty. They say he possesses the legendary human emperor body."
"I've heard that too. He joined