Sword Heart Island was vast beyond measure, its area no smaller than that of the Chaos Continent.
On the eastern side of Sword Heart Island stood a stone stele. This stele was enormous, a million zhang tall. Upon it was a black character for sword. The character seemed alive, constantly roaming as if displaying an unparalleled sword art, yet upon closer inspection, it clearly had never moved.
The sword character was exceedingly special, seemingly capable of transmitting images through space and time. No matter how far away one was, it could still be seen. Of course, the farther the distance, the less of its might one could withstand, and correspondingly, the less one could comprehend.
Before the sword-character stele, rows of seats were arranged in a fan shape. The seats were simple cushions, each spaced far apart from the next, so they would basically not disturb others.
There were several thousand rows of seats. Ye Chen and Sword Saint Dan Yun stopped at the two thousand five hundredth row. Ye Chen said, "Sword Saint Dan Yun, I'll go a little farther forward."
"Alright. Don't force yourself."
Sword Saint Dan Yun was long used to this. Although Ye Chen's overall strength was inferior to his, his ability to withstand the sword character's might was considerably stronger. In truth, Sword Saint Dan Yun could still advance several hundred more rows, but that would bring him close to his limit. When nearing one's limit, it was difficult to comprehend the sword character, and one could not maintain it for long either. The loss outweighed the gain. The seat that suited one best was the best seat.
Finding a nearby seat, Sword Saint Dan Yun sat down cross-legged and began observing the distant sword character.
The sword character's might was too immense. The entire