As Dugu Sheng pondered these things, the man who had brought him over called out to him, "Go in!"
Dugu Sheng glanced at him, knowing that the man could go no farther.
It seemed this must be an important place.
Without thinking much more about it, Dugu Sheng bowed to the man in thanks before stepping into the mountain valley.
Once he entered, the view ahead suddenly opened up.
It was a broad valley stretching for dozens of li, its floor flat and composed entirely of rock.
Countless lines had been carved into the rock, crisscrossing to form an incomparably vast formation in the shape of the Eight Trigrams across the valley's enormous expanse of stone.
Countless precious swords stood embedded along these carved lines, radiating outward from the formation's center.
Densely packed precious swords covered an area ten li across. At their center, the very heart of the formation, stood a precious sword emanating a striking radiance.
Sword intent filled the place, along with incomparably keen sword qi that seized the soul. This was a Giant Eight Trigrams Sword Formation.
An ordinary person would probably have shrunk back before such sword intent, but Dugu Sheng felt his entire body trembling.
He trembled not from fear, but from excitement. Such sword intent thrilled him beyond measure.
He believed that cultivating here would allow his strength to improve faster and help him comprehend the Sword Dao, taking him farther along that path.
At the same time, he had already spotted someone sitting cross-legged at the center of the formation, beside the precious sword glowing with golden light.
This was the Sword Emperor, Tan Ming.
Without hesitation, Dugu Sheng quickly made his way toward the formation's center.
"Senior Tan!" Dugu Sheng bowed when he reached Tan Ming.
Tan Ming opened his eyes