The sword's cry, as violent as a roaring dragon, resounded through the clouds. Even the mighty sea of thunder could not conceal the chilling sword intent that pointed straight at the brow.
The many prodigies who were climbing the Heavenly Ladder all turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound of swords rang out. Then, they saw the seven sword lights that were moving side by side, tearing through the sky and heading straight for them.
"Seven magical artifacts?"
Every prodigy on the Heavenly Ladder was a prodigy from a major sect, trained from a young age, and knowledgeable. They could judge the level of the treasure that was breaking through the air simply by feeling the resounding, chilling sword intent.
"What's going on?"
Many prodigies were puzzled, not understanding what had happened, and why seven spirit-grade flying swords had passed through the sky.
Whose is this?
One person asked in confusion, but before anyone else could answer, he denied it himself.
"No, none of us here can wield seven spirit swords at the same time."
As a cultivator, one naturally hopes that the magical artifacts one possesses are as powerful as possible, but one should also have self-awareness. The most suitable one is the best. Using magical artifacts that are far beyond one's own level may even cost one's life if one is not careful.
As prodigies of major sects, many of them already possess magical treasures that have developed spirituality. Some of them are so fortunate that they even have more than one, but they use these as trump cards in crucial moments.
Even if they are born into prestigious families with deep foundations, the gap in their cultivation levels is still there. The vast majority of geniuses are at the Spirit Gathering Realm, and only a very few have stepped into the Mortal Transformation Realm and begun to master supernatural abilities.
Although this level of cultivation is quite good compared to that of a rogue cultivator, the ability to wield spiritual artifacts is still insufficient. It only takes one or two uses to completely drain the mana from the body.
The magical power within the body of the geniuses in the Transcendent Realm began to undergo a qualitative change, but they were still unable to use spiritual weapons as a regular means, let alone ride the swords wildly through the sky. Judging from the situation, it was clearly these seven swords that were moving on their own.
"What spirit sword? This is clearly a spirit treasure!"
Some teenagers looked up at the sky with burning eyes; this scene was not unfamiliar to some of them.
Among the human prodigies who enter the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a considerable number possess special physiques. When these extraordinary prodigies are born, there are unusual phenomena, and even sentient beings come to seek refuge with them.
"Is this a spirit sword recognizing its master?"
Some people realized what was happening and became somewhat excited.
"That's probably it, but I wonder, which of the seven swords was chosen?"
"What are you guys so excited about? The spirit sword will choose a sword cultivator as its master, of course. Some of you have never even touched a sword since you were born, and you still dream that the spirit sword will recognize you as its master? How ridiculous!"
A young man dressed in white, carrying a long sword, sneered. He glanced around and was fairly certain that he was the only sword cultivator in the area. If the spirit sword had recognized a master, then he was the only one.
It truly is a case of misfortune turning into fortune.
His physique was slightly inferior, and he missed the opportunity to comprehend the thunder magic. Before he could even look for other opportunities, this one came to him on its own.
Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, truly living up to its name. It is indeed a secret realm where even the most outstanding talents from great sects can undergo a complete transformation. If he could obtain these seven spiritual swords, even a Dao Child could try to challenge them after condensing his Yuan Dan.
"Heh, who says a spirit sword must necessarily recognize a sword cultivator as its master?"
"If you don't recognize sword cultivators, do you think you'd recognize people like you who've never even touched a sword?"
The white-robed swordsman's pupils emitted a sharp sword aura that seemed capable of cleaving through the void. He had cultivated a divine power that was integrated into his eyes, and in terms of realm, no one present was higher than him.
fantuantanshu.
"Why not? It's just swordsmanship. Give me a sword technique, and I can master it in three days."
Such an arrogant attitude naturally displeased some people, who immediately confronted him, and the person who spoke up also had such confidence.
"All you do is talk the talk!"
The white-robed inspector glanced at these delusional individuals, sneered inwardly, and disdained to fight them. Instead, he looked up at the seven spirit swords with anticipation, and even a powerful and vigorous sword intent emanated from his body, as if guiding the flying swords to fall.
Then, the white-robed swordsman watched helplessly as seven flying swords broke through the sea of lightning, swept past his head, and plunged into the top of the heavenly ladder woven from lightning.
He looked uncertain and suddenly turned his head, only to see that above the young man who had already reached the top of the Heavenly Ladder and was standing at the front of the Heavenly Gate, an ancient tower surrounded by a chilling sword aura had appeared. The seven swords, like wanderers returning home, circled the ancient tower and rang out.
How could that be?
Seeing this, the young sword cultivator felt his sword heart was about to shatter. Why would these seven swords recognize a rogue cultivator who didn't even have sword intent or a trace of sword energy as his master?
"Hahaha, that's hilarious!"
Before the young sword cultivator could recover from the shock of losing his treasure, he heard a mocking and sarcastic laugh.
"Who just said that only sword cultivators can gain the recognition of a spirit sword as their master? Sword cultivator of the Heavenly Sword Path, where is your spirit sword? Show it to me!"
The one who laughed was a mischievous child who looked about seven or eight years old, with delicate features and bright, lively eyes. However, being able to stand on this ladder of heavenly lightning meant he was no ordinary child, and no one took his appearance seriously.
"Fellow Daoist Feng up there, are you a sword cultivator?"
Some people looked up and shouted at Feng Bingwen, but the meaning behind their words was crystal clear—a classic case of using a veiled insult to criticize someone else.
"It's that ancient tower!"
The young swordsman had no energy to pay attention to the mockery and ridicule around him; his gaze was fixed on the floating object above the head of the boy who was about to receive the inheritance of thunder magic.
In his eyes, there were only the seven spirit swords that moved around the ancient tower like swimming dragons. With his sword eyes, which were infused with supernatural powers, he could see through the illusions and clearly see that the ancient tower and the spirit swords were made of very similar materials. More importantly, the sword energy and sword intent they emitted were also perfectly integrated and almost indistinguishable from each other.
"It's not my fault!"
The young swordsman muttered to himself, his heart filled with resentment and dissatisfaction, as well as a sense of injustice.
He was a dazzling prodigy in the sect, with sword talent second only to Daozi. However, the spiritual sword that flew through the air did not even pause, directly bypassing him and landing on a rogue cultivator who might not have even practiced swordsmanship.
What a disgrace this is! It surpasses even the mockery and humiliation of a thousand words from others. To be a sword cultivator yet unable to gain the recognition of the spirit sword is simply a joke.
However, he found the reason. It wasn't his fault, nor was it because he lacked talent in swordsmanship. Rather, it was because the self-proclaimed rogue cultivator above had found the Sword Nurturing Tower, so this opportunity could only be his.
The Mysterious Yin Seven Killings Sword, meritorious service, 72,000 ( )
Feng Bingwen stared quietly at the line of ancient seal script that had just appeared on the page recording good deeds in the Heavenly Book. He finally understood what the 72,000 good deeds that the Heavenly Book had burned before he ascended the Heavenly Ladder were for.
It wasn't that he thought it couldn't be passed down; rather, it was about finding supplements for his ancient sword tower—no, that's not right. To be more precise, it was about finding components.
The ancient sword tower had always been in a dilapidated state. Ever since he used it once, it had become even more broken. He usually kept it under his care and dared not use it directly.
Unexpectedly, upon entering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths this time, the Heavenly Book actually found a spiritual sword capable of restoring the Sword Tower.
Although the records that appeared on the Heavenly Book were very concise, the Sword Tower had already recognized him as its master. Through the Sword Tower, Feng Bingwen could sense that these seven swords were not the 108 swords that the Sword Tower originally possessed. They were just of the same origin and were forged by the same swordsmith, so they could sense each other.
"So that's how it is! I've suffered so much because of this!"
Feng Bingwen sighed inwardly. If it weren't for the burning of his good deeds, he wouldn't have rashly stepped onto the Thunder Sea Ladder. He had thought the Heavenly Book was seeking the inheritance of thunder magic for him. The fact that he had reached his current position was largely due to the good deeds that had spontaneously combusted without his permission.
With his thoughts racing, Feng Bingwen quickly turned his gaze to the outside world. As expected, he had become the focus of everyone on the Heavenly Ladder. Even the female cultivator who had stepped into the Heavenly Gate at almost the same time as him turned to look at him.
Basic stuff! Bullshit!
Feng Bingwen's eyes remained calm and his expression composed, but he knew that he had probably been noticed by many people this time. Every prodigy here had their own family or sect elders watching over them.
The commotion he caused this time was probably far greater than when he took the Mountain-Moving Cauldron before; some Immortals, and even Earth Immortals, might have taken notice of him.
Um?
What kind of look was that guy giving me?
Feng Bingwen, who was deep in thought, suddenly focused his gaze and sensed a resentment. He looked down and saw a white-clad youth carrying a long sword on his back. The moment their eyes met, a white light flashed, as if thousands of flying swords were piercing his eyes, about to tear him apart.
Clang~
Before Feng Bingwen could react, the ancient sword tower hanging above his head spun gently, and the pale white sword energy cascaded down like a waterfall, engulfing his figure and cutting off all other forces.
Naturally, it also extinguished the probing power of the sword eye, while a torrent of sword energy surged towards the white-robed swordsman following the connection.
The white-robed swordsman's expression changed drastically. He formed a sword incantation with his hands, and the long sword on his back was drawn with a clang. Silver light flashed out, blocking the torrent of sword energy. He was forced back three hundred steps and was blasted out of the Heavenly Ladder before finally stopping.
"Feng Bingwen!"
The white-robed swordsman looked at his natal flying sword, whose spiritual light was dim, and opened his mouth to call out the name that had caused him so much humiliation. But he found that the figure shrouded in the waterfall of sword energy had already turned around, passed through the Heavenly Gate, and entered the Heavenly Palace without even glancing at him.
"Hahaha!"
"What a disgrace!"
"Who gave him the audacity? That's a magical treasure!"
"They probably thought it was unusable, but who would have thought it was something that could protect its master!"
"Hilarious! Are all sword cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Path like this?"
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