Chapter 1121: The Sword Has a Spirit
"Sword Grave!"
A trace of reverence flickered in the eyes of the crowd. The Sword Grave of the Sword Pavilion was where the Skyless Sword Emperor buried his swords. Legend had it that once, an extremely powerful expert came to the Sword Pavilion seeking a sword but failed to obtain one. Now, they had the opportunity to step into the Sword Grave and behold it.
Raising their steps, although the crowd was quite excited inside, their expressions remained calm. Their strides were steady, their faces serene. These were extraordinary individuals, genius disciples of various major powers, masters of controlling their state of mind.
Stepping into the Sword Grave, there was no splendor like outside, nor any terrifying sword qi. Ahead were broken walls, even built from yellow earth, completely inconsistent with the exterior image.
And on this broken yellow earth, swords were buried one by one. Those swords were all covered in the breath of yellow earth, old and ancient. Various swords, without peerless sharpness or brilliant radiance, lay quietly within the yellow earth walls. This was their burial place.
"Is this really the Skyless Sword Emperor's sword?" The crowd's expressions were calm as they looked at those old, ancient swords. Some had lost their scabbards, others had cracks, mere broken swords. If this weren't the Sword Pavilion, if this weren't the Skyless Sword Emperor's Sword Grave, these swords thrown outside would probably go unpicked up by anyone.
Beside this yellow earth wall, two old men guarded. They merely glanced up at the crowd, yet made everyone feel the sharpness of the sword. Their eyes seemed able to pierce through people.
"Very strong sword cultivators!" The crowd understood clearly. How could the seniors guarding the Skyless Sword Emperor's Sword Grave not be powerful?
"Here are the swords used by our ancestor, the Skyless Sword Emperor, from his rise to power. Whether complete or broken, after our ancestor stopped using them, they were all sealed here. Our ancestor once said that every one of his swords has life!" Jian Wubei said slowly. The crowd nodded slightly. Powerful swordsmen all believed that swords had life, so they built graves for their swords, called Sword Graves, to bury them.
"Everyone may step forward to observe, but be careful not to offend the ancestor's swords!"
Jian Wubei gestured to the crowd, and everyone nodded, stepping forward. They all wanted to personally touch the Skyless Sword Emperor's sword.
Lin Feng was the same as everyone else, arriving before the yellow earth wall. In front of him was a three-foot sword. The scabbard was already rusted, as if made of ordinary iron.
Reaching out, Lin Feng touched the yellow earth. Although it seemed broken, not a speck of dust fell. Lin Feng deliberately rubbed the yellow earth with his hand, then looked at his palm. It was still clean and white, without any yellow earth sticking to it.
The Sword Grave, the yellow earth used to bury the Sword Emperor's swords!
Lin Feng kept his hand on the yellow earth, feeling quietly. He seemed to feel a sense of the sword's silence, the sword's lament, the sword's death.
"This yellow earth has emotions, has life!" Lin Feng sighed. The yellow earth that formed the Sword Grave witnessed the desolation and silence of these swords. This yellow earth recorded the decline of the swords used by the Skyless Sword Emperor. Those swords only represented themselves, but the yellow earth witnessed everything.
"Buzz!" At this moment, above Lin Feng's hand, the sword handle suddenly trembled, as if about to break free from the scabbard, emitting a sword's hum.
"Does the sword really have life?" Lin Feng murmured. Although he also cultivated the sword, he didn't know which path the sword dao would take. This sword had been buried here for who knows how many years, yet now it emitted a hum, having its own emotions, wanting to break free from the yellow earth's restraint.
But at that moment, a trace of sadness seemed to emanate from the yellow earth. A strange aura fell upon the sword, and in an instant, the sword sank again, seemingly unwilling, but ultimately quieted down.
"Powerful sword cultivators can control the sword with their soul, take the sword as their soul, and ultimately nurture the sword's own sword soul, naturally giving it life!" A voice came from beside Lin Feng. He turned to look. The speaker was actually Feng Xuan. Her beautiful face didn't turn, but it was still enchanting, making Lin Feng sigh at her peerless allure.
"Thank you!" Lin Feng thanked her, then turned his gaze back. So that was it. The sword could truly give birth to its own soul, the sword soul!
Feng Xuan didn't speak. She also reached out to touch a sword. Although not a sword cultivator, all paths lead to the same goal. All martial artists sought powerful strength, and sword cultivators were no exception. Martial dao had commonalities.
"Everyone may try to communicate with the swords in the Sword Grave using your divine sense, but be sure not to show any malice, or the spirit swords will attack on their own!" Jian Wubei spoke again from the side. With permission, some immediately tried, using their divine sense to communicate with the swords on the Sword Grave.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." Sounds of sword cries came out. Drawn by everyone's divine sense, the sunken swords seemed to awaken, emitting sharp cries. A terrifying sword qi began to permeate the Sword Grave, very intense.
"Buzz!" At this moment, Lin Feng felt a terrifying sword qi burst forth. Feng Xuan beside him quickly dodged and retreated, her palm slashing out. A collision sound came from the void, and a sword qi was extinguished by her.
"Drew the sunken sword!" The crowd's expressions tightened. They also tried to communicate, wanting to feel the Skyless Sword Emperor's sword intent. But Feng Xuan was the first to draw it. At this moment, even the two old men guarding the Sword Grave looked at her, a sharp gleam in their eyes, but then they sank again.
"There is Skyless Sword Qi inside." Feng Xuan exclaimed softly, a flash of shock in her beautiful eyes. The Sword Pavilion hadn't deceived them. This was indeed the Skyless Sword Emperor's sword-burying place. Within the swords, a trace of the Skyless Sword Emperor's sword intent remained.
Hearing Feng Xuan's words, the crowd's eyes became even sharper. They all worked hard to communicate with the swords, as if wanting to explore the swords' mysteries, to feel the Skyless Sword Emperor's will. For them, this was itself an enlightenment.
The sounds of sword cries grew stronger. The swords in the Sword Grave trembled incessantly. Soon, another terrifying sword intent flashed by. This time, the one who drew the sword intent was Xue Biyao. The saintly maiden and the demoness, peerless beauties, had successively drawn the sword intent, which subtly indicated something.
Lin Feng didn't try to communicate with the swords. Instead, he attempted to communicate with this yellow earth. He felt that this yellow earth contained the life of all the swords. He listened to the yellow earth's emotions, listened to its lament. He seemed to feel the sadness of all the swords in the Sword Grave. They had once followed the Skyless Sword Emperor, roaming the world, but now, sunken here, buried in the Sword Grave, they felt sorrow, wanted to break through the earth.
Lin Feng listened with his heart, comprehended. He seemed to want to lift these swords. Swords that roamed heaven and earth, swords that condensed sword souls, had life. If they broke through the yellow earth and left the Sword Grave, they would probably possess terrifying power!
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." All the swords on the Sword Grave trembled, extremely terrifying, and this trembling grew stronger and stronger, startling the crowd to be especially cautious.
What was going on? When they had communicated with the swords earlier, it was very difficult to make them budge at all. But now, these swords emitted a sad cry, with sorrow, with unwillingness, wanting to break free from this Sword Grave and leave.
The two strong men guarding the Sword Grave had sharp eyes, scanning the crowd, as if searching. They didn't stop the swords' unusual movement, but let them cry sadly, let them tremble wildly, as if it had nothing to do with them.
The arriving crowd were all outstanding figures of the younger generation. They quickly noticed the anomaly of the two strong men and couldn't help but speculate. Jian Wubei should have received permission from his elders to invite them to the Sword Grave. What was their purpose? The swords hadn't cried on their own as Jian Wubei said, nor had they shown a tendency to break through the air. But now, drawn by someone, they had this tendency. Yet the Sword Pavilion's strong men didn't stop them; instead, they seemed to hope the swords would break free from the Sword Grave's restraint.
Why was the Sword Pavilion doing this?
The sounds of sword cries grew stronger and stronger. The two strong men's gazes finally locked onto one person, Lin Feng. Their eyes stared firmly at him. It was he who had caused the swords in the Sword Grave to cry sadly!
"Clang!"
A peerless sharp aura burst forth. The terrifying Skyless Sword Qi made people tremble, wanting to prostrate in worship. The crowd was startled, their bodies leaping back, distancing themselves from the Sword Grave, revealing horrified expressions. A sword had broken free from the Sword Grave, suspended in the void, above Lin Feng's head!
The swords in the Sword Grave, they had life!