In Du Yun's eyes.
Only the victor reigns supreme, and only the sword that stands at the highest peak has the right to be passed down through generations.
The swords along the way are merely those of passersby.
Where is Ye Qiubai?
Ye Qiubai did not have these thoughts.
A sword is just a sword.
Regardless of its quality, strength, or the difference in materials, it is still a sword.
Sword cultivators, sword cultivators, first there is the sword, then there is cultivation.
Each sword represents a part of a sword cultivator's spiritual journey and path of cultivation.
This cannot be summarized by a single sword.
In Ye Qiubai's heart, both the Dark Demon Sword and the Nine-Foot Starfall Sword represent a part of his life.
Conversely, the same is true for the broken swords in the Sword Tomb.
But did all these broken swords belong to the same swordsman?
Ye Qiubai gently stroked the hilts of the swords, his eyes filled with shock as he thought to himself, "What if all these broken swords came from the same master?"
How rich must his experiences be? And to what extent must his Sword Dao have reached?
The Sword Qi that erupted from the remnant soul's approval when I stood outside the stone tablet.
This overwhelming aura was so powerful that even Ye Qiubai, who had already reached the Sword God Realm, felt unable to resist it!
This was only the power unleashed from a remnant soul; what would it have been at its peak?
When Du Yun had already climbed to the top of the Sword Tomb, Ye Qiubai sat cross-legged in the center of the broken swords.
Du Yun glanced down at Ye Qiubai, his brows furrowing slightly.
"You want to subdue these lowest-level swords? How will it improve your own cultivation level?"
But then he thought it was none of his business anyway, so he ignored it and instead focused his gaze on the only broken sword at his feet, reaching out to grasp it.
The broken sword didn't seem particularly special.
However, there are golden lines on the hilt of the sword. A faint aura of Sword Qi flows over these golden lines.
When Du Yun's hand gripped the hilt of the sword, Sword Qi, like needles, pierced through Du Yun palm from the hilt!
Du Yun immediately raised his hand, his brows furrowing slightly.
However, this also stirred up his pride.
Is there any sword in this world that Du Yun cannot conquer?
The more difficult it was to conquer, the more Du Yun valued this sword.
The easier it was to conquer, the less interested Du Yun became.
Everyone watched this scene unfold.
Jiang Qingluan asked, "That person has already reached the very top, so why is Ye Qiubai still at the very bottom? What if the other party manages to subdue his inheritance first? Wouldn't that just be doing all the work for them?"
At this point, Jiang Qingluan looked at Mu Ziqing again and said urgently, " Ziqing, aren't you going to remind him?"
Mu Ziqing smiled, her eyes full of tenderness, and looked at Ye Qiubai slowly, saying, "He is a sword cultivator; he naturally has his own plans."
Song Xiao chuckled and said, "A sword cultivator who can step into the Sword God Realm at the God King Realm doesn't need us outsiders to guide them in this kind of Sword Dao inheritance."
"If Ye Qiubai doesn't understand these things, then none of us here understand Sword Dao."
Hong Ying and the others also looked up quietly at Ye Qiubai.
They had no concerns about Ye Qiubai.
Even if Du Yun is the prodigy of the number one Sword Dao power in the High-Latitude Realm...
After all, in their eyes, no one has yet appeared Sword Dao talent can surpass Ye Qiubai's.
Just as they expected.
The Primordial Sword Physique – anyone who possesses this physique is a born swordsman.
This also allowed Ye Qiubai to clearly perceive the traces of time, patterns, and... the emotions of each sword.
As Ye Qiubai sat cross-legged amidst the broken swords, feeling their mournful cries, he gradually became lost in thought.
Once he entered a state of madness, Ye Qiubai's senses began to be amplified infinitely!
My consciousness felt as if it had entered a battlefield.
In the midst of this battlefield, a man dressed in pristine white robes floated proudly in mid-air!
Although there were countless corpses around him, the man's white robe and the Sword Peak were not stained with a single drop of blood.
The man held a sword in one hand and wrapped his other arm around a sword case taller than himself.
The sword he held had golden patterns on its hilt. It seemed to be the broken sword from the mountaintop.
Before him stood a sinister man with wings on his back, horns on his head, and crimson eyes.
The sinister-looking man's lips curled slightly, and his wings fluttered gently behind him.
In an instant, a black gale swept across the entire world!
At the same time, the man's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
In the next breath, it appeared right in front of the man, its hand appearing out of nowhere on his neck!
But when he tried to grasp the cage, he found nothing.
This is an illusion!
Behind him, Sword Intent soared into the sky!
The man flicked his finger at the sword case.
Instantly, swords shot into the sky from the sword box, transforming into streaks of light that flew towards the sinister man!
These swords, like a sky full of shooting stars, slashed densely at the sinister man.
The man saw this scene but showed no expression. He calmly looked at the swords and simultaneously unleashed both fists!
Two enormous fist imprints, seemingly capable of turning the world upside down, slammed into the swords!
Click, click, click!
These swords, imbued with overwhelming Sword Intent, were utterly powerless against these two enormous fist imprints.
The sword shattered with overwhelming force!
Swords rained down on the fist imprint, breaking apart like moths to a flame, yet they continued to fall one after another without the slightest pause!
The man in white, witnessing this scene, also harbored a death wish!
The sword sheath in his hand, its two wings fully extended!
Thousands of swords were unleashed, yet they still could not break through the fist imprint.
They could only turn into broken swords, falling limply to the ground.
"That's all?" The sinister man laughed a few times.
However, behind those thousands of flying swords, a white-clad man suddenly appeared, wielding a three-foot-long green sword.
The Sword Intent and the Sword Dao are completely integrated into the sword in his hand.
His expression was cold, his eyes resolute.
He slashed his sword at the two fist imprints!
With a single sword strike, the winds and clouds shift.
The leaked Sword Intent seemed to shatter the very sky!
The two fist imprints were split in two before the incredulous eyes of the sinister man!
puff!
The sword light was not neutralized by the fist imprint; instead, it swept past his chest!
A horrifying, bloody gash split open from his chest.
At the same time, the white-clad man's body became increasingly ethereal.
The sword in his hand also shattered into pieces.
This is a sword strike that burns everything away.
It not only exhausted all bodily functions, but also the lifespan of the sword in its hand...
Seeing this, the sinister-looking man's expression turned solemn. "To have reached this level at such a young age, it's a good thing you're dead. In the future, I'm afraid I might not be your match."
After saying this, the eerie man left.
The white-clad man's sword also fell onto the hill below.
This formed the Sword Tomb.
Watching all this unfold.
Ye Qiubai was deeply shocked.
He realized he had misunderstood before.
The mournful cries emanating from these swords were not due to their own breakage.
Instead, he felt sorrow for the fact that he would no longer be able to fight or slay demons, and could only wallow in this Sword Tomb!
Thinking about this...
Ye Qiubai stood up, gently stroking the swords, his eyes resolute, just like the man in white!
"Since you still harbor resentment, are you willing to join me in slaying those demons?"
In an instant, everything in the entire Sword Tomb, except for the sword at the very top, began to tremble!
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PS: Two more chapters to go.