clang——
The lid of the sword coffin was blown away by the invisible sword energy, and a withered body sat up from the coffin.
He was a white-haired old man, his skin was covered with wrinkles like dry tree bark, but his double pupils were frighteningly bright.
His body was filling up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his withered face was regaining vitality.
But what was reflected in those pupils was not joy, but deep solemnity.
Looking up, he saw a river of swords composed of 100,000 ancient swords circling above his head.
These ancient swords that had been silent for thousands of years all woke up at this moment, the sword bodies trembling, all the sword tips pointing to the southeast, and the sword bodies tilted like subjects bowing.
"The divine sword appears..."
The ancestor raised his hand and forcibly grabbed an ancient sword, the Dragon Bird. This famous sword, which once dominated the world, now shattered into pieces in his palm, turning into iron sand that flowed through his fingers.
"The Sword Spirit is willing to destroy itself to make the pilgrimage?"
His eyes became more and more solemn. He remembered that the last time such a strange phenomenon appeared was millions of years ago.
At this moment, the leader of the Sword Sect came flying in the air.
His gaze penetrated the clouds and fell on the valley shrouded in endless sword intent. His pupils suddenly contracted and a huge wave rose in his heart.
In the valley, sword energy was like a dragon, crisscrossing and forming a dazzling ocean of sword light.
Every sword energy contains the supreme true meaning of swordsmanship, as if all the swordsmanship laws in the world are gathered here.
“This… How is this possible?!”
Even a sword genius that is rarely seen in a hundred thousand years has never caused such a shocking scene.
Even when he broke through to the peak of swordsmanship, the strange phenomena in heaven and earth that he caused were far less than one ten-thousandth of what was happening before his eyes.
Just as his mind was shaken, the immortal sword at his waist, which had been with him for thousands of years, suddenly emerged an inch from its sheath.
The sword body vibrated, making a clear sword sound.
The Sword Sect leader's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly used his cultivation to try to force the immortal sword back into its sheath.
However, no matter how he mobilized his spiritual power, the immortal sword seemed to have its own will and refused to return to its sheath. Instead, it vibrated even more violently.
"What the hell is going on?!"
The Sword Sect leader was horrified. He had never encountered such a strange situation.
The immortal sword was in tune with his mind and had long since become one with him, but at this moment it seemed to be being pulled by some supreme sword will and was completely out of his control.
However, when he saw the old figure in the sword tomb, his pupils trembled violently.
This strange phenomenon actually alarmed the ancestor!
He flashed and landed beside the old ancestor at the edge of the valley. He bowed respectfully, with a hint of shock in his voice that was difficult to conceal.
"Please give me some instructions, ancestor!"
The ancestor of the Sword Sect slowly drew out the immortal sword from the waist of the Sword Sect Master. The sword shone with a cold light, as if it could cut through the void.
His fingers gently stroked the blade of the sword, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.
Then, he raised his hand and touched the forehead of the Sword Sect's leader. A wisp of pure spiritual power condensed at his fingertips, and slowly drew out a drop of essence and blood.
The drop of essence blood was suspended in the air, emitting a faint golden light.
The ancestor made hand gestures with one hand.
"With sword as medium, blood as guide, appear!"
As he finished speaking, an illusory reflection suddenly appeared on the sword body of the immortal sword. The reflection gradually solidified, and it was the Xuanyuan Sword!
The sword body is simple and heavy, with a mysterious glow flowing on the blade, as if it can cut through all obstacles.
The old ancestor stared at the reflection, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.
However, just as he saw the Xuanyuan Sword absorb the Pojun Star into the hilt, the immortal sword in his hand suddenly let out a shrill wail, and then exploded!
The flying fragments scattered like sharp blades, and several deep wounds that could be seen to the bone were instantly cut on the old ancestor's face. Blood flowed down his cheeks and dyed his clothes red.
However, the old ancestor seemed to feel no pain, his eyes still fixed on the gradually disappearing reflection of the Xuanyuan Sword.
"The divine sword appears!"
The old ancestor's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of excitement that was difficult to conceal.
His face healed quickly under the impact of the sword energy, and his wounds recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, his expression became extremely solemn.
"Quickly find out the whereabouts of the sword!"
The Sword Sect's leader quickly bowed and accepted the order, but a huge wave of emotion was rising in his heart.
The appearance of the divine sword is not only an opportunity for the Sword Sect, but also a huge crisis.
If the magic sword falls into the hands of others, the status of the Sword Sect will be in jeopardy.
"Don't worry, ancestor. I'll go check it out myself!"
The Sword Sect leader turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing from the spot.
The old ancestor stood in the same place, his eyes still staring into the void, as if he could still see the reflection of the Xuanyuan Sword.
"The divine sword has appeared in the world, and the Four Imperial Immortal Realms are likely to experience a bloody storm..."
The old ancestor murmured in a low voice, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.
"No matter what, the divine sword must belong to our Sword Sect!"
He slowly raised his hand, and a wisp of sword energy condensed in his palm, swirling in his hand.
"Pass the order down, all disciples of the Sword Sect, immediately search for the whereabouts of the divine sword with all your strength!"
The ancestor's voice echoed throughout the entire Sword Sect with unquestionable majesty.
Soon, countless disciples flew out of the Sword Sect and dispersed in all directions.
…
Moon Shadow Sect.
When Jingyue and Zishuhe returned flying in the sky, all the disciples couldn't help but look up at the sky.
Because they rarely saw the sect leader bring a man back to Yueying Sect, and it was such a handsome man.
Chu Feng, who had just finished his retreat, had a glint of joy in his eyes when he saw Zi Shuhe.
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