The Wordless Sword Stele possesses spirituality, but it is clearly not very strong.
It identified Han Xuanji as the Eternal Sword Ancestor, and noticing that Han Xuanji's cultivation level was not high, it took it upon itself to "send a gift" to Han Xuanji.
Part of this great gift transformed into pure insights into the way of the Sword Dao, instantly elevating Han Xuanji's understanding of the Sword Dao to a whole new level.
His improvement in Sword Dao, in turn, nourished his Mystic Heaven Great Dao, allowing his progress toward Sage to advance rapidly.
The other part transformed into pure energy, which flowed directly into his body, causing his cultivation, which was originally stable at the Middle Stage of Eternal Sage, to suddenly leap forward and directly reach the Sixth Layer of Eternal Sage.
It has only been a few hundred years since Han Xuanji entered the Eternal Sage. On the entire Eternal Continent, it is probably impossible to find another person who can achieve such a speed.
"That's practically double the reward."
Han Xuanji pondered to himself, never expecting this unexpected surprise from the fusion of the terms.
He could even sense that the power had not been completely exhausted.
A large part of it has settled deep within his body, like fine wine sealed in a cellar, to be savored slowly in the future.
This means that his path to becoming Late Stage of Eternal Sage of Perfection, will be much smoother than that of others.
Furthermore, he could clearly perceive that Dao's Extremity faint connection had been established between himself and the Wordless Sword Stele.
This connection allows him to draw upon a portion of the power of the Wordless Sword Stele within the Sword Stele Forest, using it to empower himself, attack, or defend.
This power is at an extremely high level, at least at the Saint King level.
Although he could only mobilize a small portion of them, it was enough to be one of his trump cards in the Sword Pavilion.
If he were in the Sword Stele Forest, Han Xuanji felt that no matter what level of Holy Lord came, it wouldn't be effective, and even a Saint King- level expert might not be his match.
Given this treatment, even if Han Xuanji claimed to be the "reincarnation of the Sword Ancestor," and considering the commotion he caused before, probably no one would deny it.
"Forget it, let's not take the risk."
Han Xuanji felt that impersonating the "reincarnation of the Sword Ancestor " was not a good idea.
After all, experts of this level have endless lifespans and are very difficult to kill. They might still be living well somewhere on the Eternal Continent or even outside of the Eternal Continent.
He claims to be the reincarnation of the Sword Ancestor, and if the real person were to appear, it would be a huge joke.
Furthermore, he doesn't need to have any other ideas. The Eternal Sword Pavilion will likely pay even more attention to him in the future, perhaps even more so than he received in the Sacred Court.
"Next, I'll refine the Origin of Sword Intent from the sign-in rewards."
Han Xuanji thought to himself.
He remembered clearly that one of the system's daily sign-in rewards was a special reward called " The Origin of Sword Intent," which could only be refined after fusing with the [ Ancestor of the Sword Dao ] entry.
Now that his entries have been fully integrated, it is the perfect time for refinement.
The strange phenomenon just now caused such a stir that all the attention in the Sword Pavilion was focused on him. It seemed only natural for him to take this opportunity to continue improving himself.
This conveniently "whitewashes" the system rewards.
Without further hesitation, Han Xuanji took out the Origin of Sword Intent from the System Space and directly integrated it into his sea of consciousness.
The moment the Origin of Sword Intent entered his body, Han Xuanji's perception underwent a tremendous change.
The world before his eyes suddenly became blurry, as if seen through a thin layer of mist.
The fog grew thinner and thinner, becoming more and more transparent, until it finally dissipated completely.
Then he saw a clean and pure world.
The entire void was empty, a pure blank, so quiet that it seemed even time itself did not exist.
Han Xuanji stood in that blank space, unable to feel his own body or his own cultivation level, only a pure "I" consciousness remained.
Then, a tear appeared in the void.
Or rather, it's something similar to a tear.
It was completely transparent, with countless tiny silver specks of light flowing inside. Each speck of light was like a miniature sword, and countless tiny swords swam, rotated, and collided in the tears, emitting a low hum.
This tear, like an eternal gem, shone brilliantly, illuminating the entire void.
It is like the core of this world, the origin of the Sword Dao.
Han Xuanji reached out her hand, her fingertips touching the tear.
"Boom!"
An astonishing power erupted from his tears, enveloping his entire body.
Han Xuanji felt no pain, only immense comfort, as if basking in the warmest sunshine.
He felt his understanding of Sword Dao rapidly increasing.
It was an extremely smooth and unimpeded improvement, like a flood that had been building up for a long time finally breaking through the dam, washing away all the confusion and bottlenecks at this moment.
He had previously comprehended the three great Sword Dao Saint Venerable inheritances: the Heart Sword Instruction, the Nameless Sword Instruction, and the Taishang Sword Instruction.
What was once a bit obscure and incomprehensible has now become clear.
Those once vague concepts have become clear, and my mind is completely at peace.
He could even sense the core mysteries of Chen Xin's Ultimate Sword Dao, as well as the profound mysteries of the Sword Intent left behind by the Eternal Sword Ancestor.
This vast amount of information did not cause him to lose his way; instead, it allowed him to view all Sword Dao from a higher perspective.
But to outsiders, the scene is quite different.
They saw Han Xuanji extend her finger and gently tap the air.
The movement was extremely light and subtle, yet from that very movement, an incredibly powerful Sword Intent suddenly erupted from his fingertips, spreading in all directions like a tidal wave.
That Sword Intent contained the magnificent spirit of "all paths return to the Sword Dao " of the Eternal Sword Ancestor, the ultimate artistic conception of "all paths arise from the sword" of Chen Xin, the pure will of "heart power and Sword Dao path become one" of the Heart Sword Saint Venerable, and the lingering charm of the Sword Dao left by countless sages of the Sword Pavilion.
They blend and resonate with each other, ultimately merging into a unique Sword Intent.
The Sword Intent was as vast as the sea, like the domineering power of a monarch, yet as all-encompassing as heaven and earth.
It doesn't belong to any one person; it's Sword Intent unique to Han Xuanji.
Chen Xin stood in the crowd, feeling the Sword Intent brushing against him, and his whole body stiffened slightly.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and deep within that overwhelming Sword Intent, there was a very familiar aura.
That was his Ultimate Sword Dao.
Han Xuanji extracted the most essential essence from his Sword Dao and incorporated it into his own Sword Dao.
Chen Xin's lips trembled slightly, then she pressed them together again.
"Boom!"
The next instant, a muffled, loud bang came from the depths of the Sword Stele Forest.
The entire Sword Stele Forest was shaking.
The stone ground beneath their feet trembled violently, and the sword monument hummed incessantly, as if something was awakening underground.
"Look! This is the new sword monument!"
A disciple of the Sword Pavilion exclaimed in surprise, pointing to a patch of open ground not far from the Wordless Sword Stele.
There was nothing there before, but now a new sword monument is slowly rising from the ground.
The sword monument was entirely bluish-gray in color. Although it wasn't very tall, it exuded an extremely pure and profound Sword Intent.
There were no words on the monument, but Dao's Extremity faint sword mark, the pattern of which was exactly the same as the trajectory that Han Xuanji had drawn with his fingertips just now.
"As expected, it's a new sword monument."
Another disciple murmured, his voice filled with a complex emotion.
No one was too surprised.
After all, Han Xuanji had just caused such a great phenomenon; how could he not even have a sword monument of his own?
Now everyone's curiosity is about the height of Han Xuanji's sword monument.