Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang...
This was a world of swords. Countless swords were embedded in the ground, and countless swords floated in the sky. Some were large, some small; the small ones were like daggers, while the large ones were like mountains, like colossal dragons. Their temperaments varied as well—some were cold and sinister, some vast and righteous, some tyrannical, some wild and unyielding, some restrained, hiding their strength without revealing a trace.
All of these swords were Ye Chen's collection. From low-grade treasured swords to Emperor-Ranked Swords, there was everything one could want, their number measured in hundreds of thousands.
Sitting cross-legged amid the countless swords, Ye Chen kept his eyes shut as sharp Sword Qi naturally emanated from his body.
Gradually, the Sword Qi expanded and contracted in rhythm with Ye Chen's breathing, as though it had gained a spirit of its own.
"I possess the Immortality Sword Soul, and my soul carries the attribute of immortality. If I can make my flesh carry that same attribute, tempering it into a sword body, then this sword body's future limit will be enough to rival the Nine Revolutions Golden Body, perhaps even surpass it."
A sword body could not simply be created on a whim. Before creating one, he needed a concept—whether the sword body's limit was lofty enough, and whether it had any possibility of success.
Hoo!
Inhale!
Hoo!
Inhale!
Ye Chen's breathing was not loud, yet the disturbance it caused was anything but small. Centered on Ye Chen, a tide spread outward. As the tidal force swept across the area, countless swords in the heavens and on the ground trembled, as if something was about to burst forth from within them.
"I forge my body with immortality—condense!"
His eyes flew open, Sword Light shooting