Si Xing's introduction drew whispers from the group of Sacred Court's prodigies.
Leng Qianqiu, Ling Cang, and the others all stood on tiptoe to look at the sword monument, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe.
Nine zhang nine (approximately 16.6 meters) – this number might not seem like much to outsiders, but they all knew that this was the height Chen Xin had reached during his Eternal True God stage, already the limit of that realm.
Now that he has entered the Sage Realm, to what extent will the Sword Monument be elevated?
Everyone had their own thoughts, but they all held their breath and waited to witness it.
By this time, a considerable number of people had gradually gathered deep within the Sword Stele Forest.
The news that Chen Xin was going to test his Sword Dao and that Han Xuanji, as the champion of the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, was coming to observe the ceremony spread like wildfire, and many Sword Pavilion disciples who were originally studying the sword stele in the distance also came over.
Jian Wuji was also in the crowd.
He watched Han Xuanji's retreating figure, his heart filled with countless emotions.
Back in Nine Mysteries City, Han Xuanji was just a young man showing his talent, but now he is the number one prodigy of the Sacred Court, and even their Eternal Sword Pavilion treats him as an honored guest.
Jian Wuji originally wanted to volunteer to receive Han Xuanji, but he was surprised to be told by the Sword Pavilion that the reception work was to be personally handled by Sword Venerable Wuxin.
He watched from a distance, not daring to approach and disturb them, but simply observing quietly.
In the void above the Sword Stele Forest, three figures stood silently.
The leader was a graceful woman with silver hair that swayed slightly in the void. She was none other than Ji Mingyue, the Pavilion Master of the Eternal Sword Pavilion and the Sword Lord Mingyue Ji Mingyue.
Standing beside her was the Heartless Sword Venerable Wuxin Sword Venerable Wuxin, and next to him was another figure.
He was a handsome young man with a beautiful face and a free and unrestrained air about him.
He wore a moon-white sword robe, with fine silver sword patterns embroidered on the hem. The long sword at his waist was half an inch wider than that of ordinary Sword Pavilion disciples, and the scabbard was engraved with Dao's Extremity snow character.
This person was none other than Chen Xin's master, the Flying Snow Sword Venerable, one of the four great Sword Dao Saint Venerable of the Eternal Sword Pavilion.
Flying Snow Sword Venerable was a legendary figure in his day, with an astonishing talent for Sword Dao and an unrestrained and unconventional style, which led to many romantic escapades. Even the previous Pavilion Master was not comfortable entrusting the management of the Sword Pavilion to him and instead passed the position to Ji Mingyue, who was calm and decisive in his actions.
Although he was "snatched" from his position as Pavilion Master, Flying Snow Sword Venerable was not angry. On the contrary, his relationship with Ji Mingyue became even more harmonious than before.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at Chen Xin's figure below, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"I want to see just how much this kid has improved over the years. He wasn't even willing to go to the Sword Stele Forest before.
At the same time, he was also a little unhappy. Did this kid no longer see him as his master?
The Sword Venerable Wuxin stroked his beard, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and boldly predicted:
"I feel his sword monument is about a hundred feet tall. This is Chen Xin's first monument measurement after entering the Sage Realm Stage. Given his Sword Dao, it shouldn't be that simple."
One hundred feet is an extremely high level of skill among sword cultivators who have just entered the Sage Realm Stage.
Normally, the sword tablets left by Sword Dao Sage are between ten and three hundred feet long. Those over one hundred feet long are considered to be of mid-level among Sword Dao Sage. Chen Xin has only just entered the Sword Dao Sage.
Ji Mingyue didn't reply, but simply gazed silently down below.
Her gaze fell on Chen Xin, then on Han Xuanji in the distance, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.
Chen Xin has immense potential in Sword Dao; his sword monument will certainly reach great heights.
I wonder what Han Xuanji's Sword Dao will be like?
She already felt a sense of anticipation.
Below, Chen Xin took a deep breath.
He walked to his sword monument and stood still.
All the surrounding sounds fell silent at that moment; even the wind seemed to be suppressed by some force.
Chen Xin closed his eyes, recalling his defeat at the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet.
Brother Han, this is my Sword Dao.
Then he opened his eyes again.
A flash of sword light appeared and disappeared in those calm eyes.
He raised his hand, pointed his fingers like a sword, and gently slashed at the sword monument.
A Sword Intent shot out from his fingertips and disappeared into the sword monument.
The sword monument trembled violently in the next instant.
The faint sword mark on the monument suddenly lit up, like a sleeping stream suddenly awakening, spreading upwards along the monument. Wherever the light passed, the sword monument grew taller inch by inch.
Starting from nine zhang nine, then ten zhang.
Twenty zhang, thirty zhang.
Fifty zhang, seventy zhang, one hundred zhang...
The sword monument grew at an extremely rapid rate, climbing upwards almost every breath.
What's even more astonishing is that as Chen Xin poured his Sword Intent into the surrounding sword monuments, they began to hum slightly.
The thousands of sword tablets resonated simultaneously, and the Sword Intent spread in all directions like a tide, causing the entire Sword Stele Forest to tremble.
At this moment, the towering, Wordless Sword Stele in the sky also emitted a deep and distant rumble, as if a sleeping god had sensed the offerings of believers and slightly opened its eyes.
Chen Xin's sword monument continued to rise.
One hundred and twenty zhang, one hundred and fifty zhang, one hundred and seventy zhang...
Finally, it stopped.
One hundred and eighty zhang.
The entire room fell silent.
"This must be well over a hundred feet long."
Leng Qianqiu's mouth gaped open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.
After some investigation, they naturally understood what this meant.
Is this the true prodigy of Sword Dao?
Chen Xin was actually a contemporary of theirs, a prodigy. They couldn't even achieve sword monument resonance, while their sword monument was already comparable to many famous Sword Dao Sage.
Ling Cang was also stunned, staring at the towering sword monument, his mind blank.
Si Xing's loud voice had gone silent. He stared wide-eyed for a long time before muttering:
"One hundred and eighty feet... One hundred and eighty feet just after entering the Sage, this..."
He couldn't continue, but he slapped his thigh hard, his face flushed with excitement.
When he entered the Sage Realm Stage, he also came to the Sword Stele Forest and raised his sword stele to ninety feet, while Chen Xin raised it to one hundred and eighty feet. Although Chen Xin had spent a lot of time in the Sage Realm Stage, the difference was still obvious. He asked himself that he could not have made such great progress after only a hundred years in the Sage realm.
"One hundred and eighty zhang."
Soon, an elderly man with white hair in the crowd gave the accurate answer.
The surrounding Sword Pavilion disciples gasped in astonishment, and a murmur of discussion rose up like a tidal wave.
"One hundred and eighty feet! Senior Brother Chen Xin has only just entered the Sage Realm!"
"This is already at the upper-middle level of Sword Dao Sage, right? No, it's more than upper-middle level. For Early Sage Stage to be 180 zhang tall is simply—"
The crowd chattered excitedly, their gazes toward Chen Xin filled with awe and fervor.
In the void, the Flying Snow Sword Venerable raised an eyebrow slightly, the carefree smile on his face fading somewhat, replaced by an undisguised satisfaction.
He nodded, his tone still nonchalant:
"One hundred and eighty feet. Not bad, didn't embarrass me."