Chapter 1120: Sword Tomb
When Lin Feng and the others arrived at the location of the Sword Pavilion where Skyless Sword Emperor resided, located in the heart of Sword City, they did not see what could be called a pavilion. Instead, they saw only a single colossal sword, descending from the heavens and plunging into the earth, as if this single blade connected the sky and the ground, threatening to split the land apart.
This was an incomparably massive sword. Standing before it, the crowd felt insignificant, yet they also vaguely sensed a soaring aura of sword qi piercing the clouds, a sword that devoured the world.
A gleam of sword light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. This giant sword was somewhat similar to the illusory scene in his mind—a terrifying sword falling from the sky into the earth, capable of destroying heaven and earth. Could that image have been left behind by Skyless Sword Emperor in the past? Or had someone comprehended this terrifying sword dao by observing this heaven-piercing sword of Sword City?
Jian Wubei stepped forward, showing a reverent expression toward the giant sword. He raised his hand and carved a series of characters onto the sword's surface. Instantly, a boundless, sharp sword aura burst forth. The crowd felt as if their bodies were about to be torn apart; many involuntarily took a step back. The overflowing sword qi was far too terrifying.
"Clang!" A resonant sound rang out. A beam of light appeared in the center of the giant sword. The terrifying sword qi seemed ready to split the earth. Then, the crowd watched as the giant sword split open, revealing a path of swords.
"Please, everyone!" Jian Wubei made a gesture of invitation. The crowd immediately stepped forward, walking into the giant sword.
"This giant sword is actually a small world!" Lin Feng thought in surprise.
The Sword Pavilion—this giant sword represented it. A beam of light in the Wasteland Sea was a small world, a white cloud in the Divine Palace was a small world, and this giant sword was also a small world. Yet Lin Feng was still astonished. The Divine Palace actually had a small world, meaning that countless years ago, a Martial Emperor-level expert had once been born there.
Stepping into the giant sword, Lin Feng continued to marvel at its wonder. But the next moment, he was submerged in a world of swords. The entire Sword Pavilion was a sacred land for sword cultivators. Every building was shaped like a sword—a castle of swords. Even every object, whether palaces, pavilions, or artificial mountains, exuded a sword momentum. The dao of the sword was omnipresent.
Lin Feng's heart surged violently. The sword intent within him seemed ready to burst forth, summoned by this castle of swords. That long-lost feeling of the sword annihilating heaven and earth arose within him once again.
At this moment, everyone who had entered the Sword Pavilion experienced different emotions and insights, immersed in this world of swords.
"Skyless Sword Emperor truly deserves to be called the number one swordsman in five thousand years. Since his time, no one has surpassed him in the achievements of the sword dao." Gu Xiao sighed. This was not mere politeness but a heartfelt expression of respect for the supreme sword dao expert of five millennia ago. This small world had been forged into a realm of swords.
"Cultivating the sword in the Sword Pavilion for one year is at least equivalent to three years outside. The stronger one becomes, the deeper one's understanding of the sword, and the gap widens—it could even be equivalent to ten years or decades!" Xue Biyao also praised. If their Sky Dome Immortal Palace was a paradise of immortal herbs and pills, then this place was a heaven of the sword dao.
"It's laughable that I, Wubei, have cultivated the sword for over a decade yet still haven't entered the gate of the sword. I am deeply ashamed!" Jian Wubei sighed.
Xue Biyao shook her head slightly. "Sword cultivators are different from other martial artists. In the early stages, a sword cultivator needs to stabilize their sword heart, and the foundation is extremely important. The power may not be too great, but in the later stages, every breakthrough brings a qualitative leap in strength, far greater than the span of breakthroughs for ordinary martial artists. The power is terrifying, making people tremble in fear. The stronger a sword cultivator, the more fearsome they become!"
Jian Wubei neither agreed nor disagreed. He simply smiled faintly and led the crowd through the Sword Pavilion.
Within the Sword Pavilion, the crowd also encountered many people. Regardless of age, they all exuded powerful sword intent, each like a sword themselves. In the Sword Pavilion, they made no effort to conceal it.
Half an hour later, Jian Wubei led the group to a quiet place. In the distance stood a palace that was no longer sword-shaped but resembled a sword tomb.
Looking up, the crowd saw two large characters carved above the distant palace: Sword Tomb!
A sword tomb is a place where swords are buried, and the Sword Pavilion's sword tomb was naturally where Skyless Sword Emperor buried his swords!
Beneath the Sword Tomb stood several figures. Seeing them, many people's eyes froze, showing expressions of surprise, because the lineup there was even stronger than their own.
"Long Teng is there!" The people from Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress immediately recognized one of the young men. His build was well-proportioned, not as imposing as the crowd had imagined. But when his gaze turned toward them, it was hard to conceal the sharpness in his eyes, as if he were a dragon among men, majestic and extraordinary.
The Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress's Heavenly Dragon Demonic Body, Long Teng. His cultivation: Eighth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm!
"An Eighth Layer Heavenly Martial Realm Heavenly Dragon Demonic Body—his combat power is definitely astonishing. He might even be able to fight an ordinary Venerable!" The crowd immediately began to estimate how powerful Long Teng's combat strength was.
However, the crowd's attention was soon drawn to others, because the reputations of those few were also extremely shocking.
One of them wore a tight phoenix robe that outlined her perfect figure, making her look incredibly fiery, enchanting, and voluptuous, as if she could bewitch anyone. At this moment, she was not wearing a veil but showed her true face. Her glossy black hair seemed to dance lightly as if alive. Her deep, pure starry eyes were charming and seductive, her delicate nose, cherry-like lips, snow-white cheeks, and crystal-clear skin like jade and snow—indescribably alluring, causing all the beauty in the world to pale.
She turned her head and glanced at the crowd. No matter whose gaze she met, it stirred their hearts.
This was indeed a demoness, but not one of eerie evil—rather, one that drove people crazy and captivated them.
Many could not look away for a long time, unconsciously comparing this demoness to Xue Biyao. They believed that with such peerless, enchanting beauty, she was certainly no less than the Holy Maiden in appearance. Their temperaments were completely different, but whether enchanting or holy, both were mesmerizing. And in terms of stirring impulses, the demoness surpassed the Holy Maiden.
The ancient phoenix body of Qifeng Mountain, the demoness Feng Xuan!
Beside the demoness stood another person. This person wore a bamboo hat with a light veil hanging from its brim, concealing his face. He was one of the Watchers, who never revealed their true appearance.
The Watchers were ethereal and elusive, appearing only when those they watched over were in danger. Even after confirming who they were watching, the crowd would never know the Watcher's true identity. Sometimes, even the person being guarded did not know who their Watcher was. They only needed to know that someone was watching over them.
Perhaps the Watcher was always by their side—a close friend, a relative, or even an enemy. Anything was possible.
The Sword Pavilion had actually invited a Watcher. It was just unknown whether this Watcher was the one who had appeared not long ago, since there was more than one Watcher. As for exactly how many there were, no one knew. Some had even speculated that a single Watcher might watch over several people at once, increasing their chances, until one of those they watched had no connection to the Emperor. At that point, they might even personally end that person.
Besides these three, there was another person who attracted the crowd's attention. This person stood quietly, exuding no aura at all, yet gave people an unreal feeling, like a dream or illusion, as if he might disappear at any moment. This feeling was especially peculiar.
Among these people, Lin Feng had seen the demoness before. Now, hearing the discussions, he learned that this woman was actually the demoness Feng Xuan of Qifeng Mountain. This time, she had revealed her true face, possessing a charm that could topple nations, no less than Xue Biyao. Each had their own beauty. He had lifted Xue Biyao's veil, so he had seen both their faces.
"She actually went to Nine Dragons Island for a piece of desolate stone. I wonder what was so special about that stone." Lin Feng thought to himself. At that time, among all the desolate stones, only Feng Xuan's had not been broken open. After obtaining it, she left directly without leaving a trace.
"Everyone is here. Enter the Sword Tomb!" Jian Wubei walked forward and said slowly to the crowd. Then, the door of the Sword Tomb slowly opened. An ancient aura rushed toward them, accompanied by the peerless sharpness of sword qi.
The Sword Tomb—the place where Skyless Sword Emperor buried his swords!
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