The Sword Burial Ancient Land.
Chaos pervaded it, and heaven's secrets lay shrouded.
Sword Qi surged across billions of miles, and all the myriad Daos of the heavens bowed their heads.
This was an ancient land unknown to the world, cut off from the heavens and myriad worlds, steeped in the presence of ancient ages. Very few living beings could enter this place.
The entire ancient land was boundlessly vast. Across its black, desolate earth, burial mounds shaped like steamed buns rose a hundred thousand feet high, scattered haphazardly. Before each mound stood a sword-shaped gravestone that pierced straight into the firmament.
They were manifestations of undying sword intents that had existed for endless ages, brilliant and dazzling, illuminating past and present. Some seethed with towering killing intent, some brimmed with boundless vitality, some froze ten thousand miles of void, some burned down the vast firmament, some harbored world-destroying lightning, and some reflected seas of blood and mountains of bones...
Every burial mound here represented a sword prodigy whose brilliance had shone through the ages!
The sword intents of their utmost peaks had become Dao traces, imprinted and buried within this ancient land, imperishable since time immemorial, enduring for countless generations.
Sword Dao power as deep as an abyssal sea permeated the ancient land, nourishing every undying sword intent buried here.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The moment Han Yuyao developed her Chaos Sword Bone, the many undying sword intents of the Sword Burial Ancient Land all awakened, vibrating with heavenly sword notes, some low and deep, others high and clear.
For a time, rolling Sword Qi swept and surged in every direction, shredding billions of miles of void into boundless chaos.
Deep within the Sword Burial Ancient Land, an unknown being opened its eyes. Endless Sword Dao laws evolved within its gaze, immortal-like and demonic, as it looked through the void toward the very source of everything that had happened.
Yet this unknown being saw only hazy, indistinct mists of chaos. Heaven's secrets were utterly disordered, and it could divine no information at all.
"The Sword Dao resonates, and heaven's secrets shroud themselves! Is this the prodigy of the ages who has emerged in response to Myriad Daos Give Rise to Tribulation? I have waited endless ages, and at last, the wait is over! Go, all of you!" An ancient spiritual fluctuation emanated from the unknown being deep within the Sword Burial Ancient Land.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Undying sword intents spanning heaven and earth rose from the ground and vanished into the depths of the void. Most scattered across the boundless, vast Immortal Realm, while some scattered into the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Only the towering burial mounds remained in the Sword Burial Ancient Land, silent and still, making it seem all the more desolate and ancient.
The Sword Ruins of Creation.
This was a world of the Sword Dao poised between reality and illusion, containing the creation of heaven and earth, imperishable through countless generations.
Legend had it that endless ages ago, an undying sword intent containing immeasurable creation had slashed down from the Immortal Realm and landed within the endless nothingness of the Three Thousand Great Worlds. It formed an illusory sea-of-consciousness realm belonging solely to the Sword Dao, drawing the sword intents of countless sword cultivators into resonance. Later generations of sword cultivators reverently called it the Sword Ruins of Creation.
The Sword Ruins of Creation connected the Immortal Realm and the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Anyone who comprehended sword intent could use their own sword intent to connect with the Sword Ruins of Creation within the endless nothingness, allowing their spiritual consciousness to take tangible form and enter.
Since time immemorial, countless sword prodigies had entered the Sword Ruins of Creation to comprehend the sword, and the sword intents they commanded had, in turn, imperceptibly added bricks and tiles to the Sword Ruins of Creation.
After endless ages, the Sword Ruins of Creation had long since become unimaginably vast, like a real, immense world. In every era, countless sword prodigies trained and comprehended the sword here.
"Clang!"
When Han Yuyao's Chaos Sword Bone was born, all the sword intents within the Sword Ruins of Creation gave a faint, almost imperceptible hum in unison. The entire Sword Ruins of Creation trembled gently!
The many sword cultivators all looked horrified. One after another, they employed various methods of divination, yet all came away empty-handed.
"Myriad paths of the sword are resonating! A sword prodigy rarely seen since time immemorial has emerged!"
"The impact of Myriad Daos Give Rise to Tribulation is too great. At last, someone could no longer hold back!"
"Heaven's secrets are in chaos! There's no way to divine any information about this person! Could the one who created the Sword Ruins of Creation have reincarnated?"
"The creator of the Sword Ruins of Creation vanished into the long river of history endless ages ago. It can't be that person! Perhaps a prodigy some immortal sword sect has kept hidden for countless ages has emerged!"
"It may not be a prodigy from the Immortal Realm. They might come from the lower realms! Remember, quite a few founders of those ancient powers in the Immortal Realm came from the lower realms!"
"Find this person and kill them, and you can obtain all their opportunities and fortune!"
"How could someone with truly great fortune be so easily erased?"
"Aptitude represents only potential, not ultimate achievement! Throughout history, countless prodigies have died young! If they fail to grow, even the finest aptitude can only become someone else's stepping stone!"
"A golden age!"
The Chaotic Sword Abyss, Broken Sword Valley, Sword Washing Lake, Sinful Sword Cavern, Sword Prison of Nirvana, Sword Worship Altar, Chaotic Sword Wasteland...
One extraordinary land of the Sword Dao after another sensed something. Many beings with heaven-reaching cultivation were stirred, and they all attempted to divine the source of everything that had happened, yet none could discern any information.
The Immortal Realm.
The Ancient Sword Immortal Domain.
Deep within the ancestral mausoleum of the Great Luo Sword Gate.
An ancient coffin abruptly opened, and a gaunt old man with white hair and beard sat up inside it.
Billions of Sword Dao runes faintly flashed through the gaunt old man's eyes, gathering into two brilliant sword rays that pierced the void. Exceedingly dense laws of the immortal Dao wreathed them, pressing upon the myriad Daos until they thundered, yet he saw only chaos.
"What sort of prodigy is this? Even my Illusion-Breaking Sword Pupil cannot see through them! Could someone ascend to the pinnacle as a Sword Dao Immortal Emperor in this lifetime?"
Horror appeared on the gaunt old man's face. An immense sword world flickered faintly around him, revealing the extreme turmoil within his heart.
A moment later, the gaunt old man's emotions settled. He lay back down in the ancient coffin, and his aged voice carried far into the distance. "First came Myriad Daos Give Rise to Tribulation, and now a sword prodigy who towers over all the ages has emerged! The most brilliant, dazzling golden age in history is coming! It is time those self-important youngsters in the Sword Gate went out into the world!"
Not only the Immortal Realm-even many sword powers with deep foundations in the Three Thousand Great Worlds sensed something: the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect, High Heaven Sword Pavilion, Supreme One Sword Gate, Azure Lotus Sword Sect, Divine Firmament Sword School...
Many patriarchs employed all manner of secret arts to divine it, yet none could divine any information.