The crowd parted to make way for a sword cultivator with a cold and stern face, who strode confidently toward the Ten Thousand Swords Platform.
"I have broken through to the True Immortal. This time, I am determined to gain the recognition of the supreme immortal sword and prove that I, Murong Qianli, am no less than anyone else."
Murong Qianli was full of confidence, looking like he was determined to win.
He stepped onto the Ten Thousand Swords Platform, instantly attracting countless Sword Intent that enveloped him, the terrifying Sword Intent pressing down on him.
Make it impossible for him to move an inch!
The Ten Thousand Swords Platform is not a place anyone can go up to. If one's cultivation is not up to par, going up there will only make one look foolish.
Murong Qianli, being True Disciple of the Sword Lineage, was well-prepared. He unleashed his Sword Intent, swirling around him and resisting the surrounding Sword Intent.
Step by step.
He walked with firm steps, but the further he went, the greater the pressure he faced.
After taking the thirteenth step, his forehead was covered in sweat, and he felt as if a divine mountain was pressing down on him.
At that moment, in the pavilion nearby, several people were watching Murong Qianli.
If any disciples of the Sword Lineage were to see them, they would surely recognize that these individuals are the Peak Master within the Sword Lineage!
The Peak Master are all experts in the cultivation Immortal Realm, the worst being at the Golden Immortal realm.
Especially for a behemoth like the Spirit Void Heavenly Palace, every Peak Master was once an unparalleled genius with a illustrious reputation.
Do you think Little Murong will get what he wants this time?
An elder with short white hair revealed a playful smile.
"He's obsessed with getting the ultimate immortal sword, so this time it's probably going to be tough."
An elder with a stern face spoke in a detached tone.
Although there are many swords on the Ten Thousand Swords Platform, it's not possible for anyone to take them randomly; each person can only take one.
Murong Qianli, on the other hand, harbors ambitions and desires to draw a top-grade immortal sword.
"That's not necessarily true. I heard his Sword Intent has improved, although he hasn't reached the third level..."
"That's certainly a possibility."
"If he succeeds, do you have any plans to take him on as a disciple?"
"Perhaps it will happen if it succeeds."
The group began to discuss it amongst themselves.
"Sixteen steps now, one step better than last time. Your willpower and perseverance are quite good."
The elder with short white hair commented, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
Below the stage, countless spectators held their breath, watching Murong Qianli's arduous journey, their whispers fading considerably.
Those who can take sixteen steps onto the Ten Thousand Swords Platform are already among the best of their generation and are qualified to choose a good sword.
But Murong Qianli gritted his teeth, his eyes even bloodshot, as he tried to step into the twenty-step area.
He took two more difficult steps—the eighteenth step!
Two steps short of twenty, but those two steps felt like an insurmountable chasm, the pressure far exceeding that before!
"Puff!"
Murong Qianli was struck as if by a heavy blow. His protective Sword Intent instantly collapsed by more than half. His body swayed violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned ashen white in an instant.
"It failed?"
"What a pity, it was so close!"
A chorus of regret rose from below the stage, and the Peak Master on the upper floor also shook their heads slightly.
Almost there?
No, that's far from the truth.
"This backlash from the Sword Intent taught him a lesson: being too reckless is not a good thing."
The cold-faced elder said calmly.
Seeing this scene, Jian Wuchen was also greatly shocked.
Even a genius like that can only manage eighteen steps.
If he were to come to power, how far could he go?
Thinking of this, Jian Wuchen had second thoughts, but then he saw a familiar figure.
They are approaching the edge of the Ten Thousand Swords Platform.
"Brother Han? Could it be... that he also wants to try his luck on stage?"
The thought flashed through Jian Wuchen's mind, and a surge of inexplicable passion dispelled his earlier timidity.
"Even Brother Han has come to draw his sword; how can we, as sword cultivators, back down before the battle even begins?"
Just as Jian Wuchen rekindled his fighting spirit, gripped his sword hilt tightly, and prepared to go on stage to try his luck later, he saw Han Xuanji suddenly stop when he was only a few feet away from the Ten Thousand Swords Platform.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, he did not leap onto the platform. Instead, as if he had grown tired of walking around, he stood there casually, watching with indifferent eyes as several confident sword cultivators leaped onto the platform to challenge the myriad Sword Intent.
[The Seven-Star Sign-in Location ' Ten Thousand Swords Platform ' has been detected. Sign in now?]
"Check-in!"
Han Xuanji naturally had no intention of going up on stage to draw her sword.
Why go up there to show off when you can just sign in... just to get struck by lightning?
He was starting to look forward to the seven-star reward!
[Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in at the Ten Thousand Swords Platform and obtained the ' Great Luo Sword Embryo '.]
[ The Great Luo Sword Embryo: Quasi-Emperor Immortal Artifact. The Great Luo Sword Embryo is a semi-finished immortal sword forged by the High Antiquity Reincarnation Immortal King using a broken Immortal Emperor Law Artifact. It contains unparalleled power. After the Reincarnation Immortal King was killed by the Devil Race Clan, the Great Luo Sword Embryo disappeared without a trace...]
" Quasi-Emperor Immortal Artifact?"
Han Xuanji felt a surge of joy and excitement as he sensed the slowly rotating " Great Luo Sword Embryo " within the System Space, a creature brimming with infinite possibilities, but his expression remained impassive.
He even took advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to the swordsman on the stage, quietly taking a few steps back and blending deeper into the crowd, perfectly playing the role of a pure onlooker.
"Nice one..."
He secretly pondered to himself, deciding to thoroughly study the wonders of this "sword embryo" upon returning home.
At this moment, on the Ten Thousand Swords Platform, Sword Intent soared through the sky.
Jiang Hao's gaze swept over the thousands of ancient swords on the stage, the vertical lines between his brows flashing slightly, his Heavenly Eye already activated.
He used a clever trick, easily taking more than ten steps.
Then, without moving forward, it stopped in front of an ancient sword that was entirely azure blue, as if it had been carved from ten thousand years of ice. This sword was named " Mystic Frost " and exuded an extremely cold Sword Intent, indicating that it was of extraordinary quality.
"This sword is destined for me."
Jiang Hao gripped the sword hilt with his large hand. Seeing that the sword seemed to be resisting, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he revealed the power of the Immortal King Bone.
With a crisp "snap," the resistance vanished instantly.
The " Mystic Frost " sword emitted a sword cry as he drew it out with great force, its azure light illuminating the surroundings.
"It's a top-grade immortal sword!"
"The prodigy of the Jiang Household is indeed formidable!"
"He's clearly a prodigy of the Pill Lineage, yet he's gained so much benefit from the Sword Lineage."
Before the gasps of surprise had even subsided...
On the other side, Su Ming also walked onto the stage at some point and silently approached an ancient sword that appeared to be rusty and devoid of any spiritual light.
Half of the sword's blade had been petrified and was completely unremarkable.
Many people have not paid attention.
Su Ming took a deep breath, not using much of his immortal power, but slowly reached out and gently grasped the rusty sword hilt.
He didn't force it; he simply closed his eyes and silently sensed with his own sword heart.
After a short while, the rusty sword suddenly became slightly warm, and the rust on its surface slowly faded away as if it were alive, revealing a bit of its true nature underneath.
Su Ming did not draw the sword, but the ancient sword had already recognized him as its master, transforming into a golden light and entering his palm, leaving a faint sword-shaped mark.
Almost no one noticed the mystery behind this scene.
Only a few people could see through its intricacies.
"Good heavens, this ancient sword has actually been pulled out."
Up in the attic, someone nodded silently, clearly aware of the story behind it.
"Um..."
Jiang Hao was startled, realizing that he might have misjudged the situation.
However, he didn't show it on the surface and walked straight down.
"Truly a person of great fortune."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly, feeling happy for Su Ming.
Although this ancient sword is far inferior to the Great Luo Sword Embryo, it is still a Quasi-Immortal King Artifact. It's just that the passage of time has concealed its original appearance. Given time, it may shine even brighter than its peak in the hands of its opponent.
"Brother Han, why aren't you going on stage?"
Suddenly, Jian Wuchen moved closer to Han Xuanji and asked in a low voice.