The swords without intelligence gradually disappeared. Finally, when they reached the middle of the mountain, they completely disappeared.
What replaced them were brand new swords. Time did not seem to have left any traces on these swords.
They were brand new as if they had just been forged. Dense derivation energy was produced from the swords and then gathered into a thin layer of immortal mist.
These swords were already worthy of ordinary cultivators.
However, in Jian Wushuang's opinion, they were still missing the most important thing — resonating intelligence.
Only when a true sword developed intelligence would it resonate with the sword wielder.
Unfortunately, he did not sense any intelligence from any of these swords.
At this moment, Nan Xuan suddenly reminded, "Young friend, be careful. I sense a strong aura fluctuation on the mountain top."
Jian Wushuang nodded. He also sensed the fluctuation from the mountain top.
The number of true swords on the mountain side was even more than the swords at the foot of the mountain. A rough count was no less than two hundred thousand swords.
However, none of these two hundred thousand swords had developed intelligence.
Although he was rather puzzled, Jian Wushuang still walked toward the mountain top.
As the first of the three tests, he did not believe it would be so easy.
As expected, the mountain top suddenly trembled in the next moment. Then, a sword screen formed by countless true swords fell from the sky.
Rumble!!
The mountain was trembling. Nan Xuan raised his eyebrows and prepared to attack.
However, Jian Wushuang was one step ahead of him.
He took a step forward and waved his right arm. Instantly, ten thousand sword rays burst out!
The two collided. The entire sword mountain shook. The true swords within a thousand miles were all shattered into powder.
The sword screen was also shattered and scattered everywhere.
A great crisis was resolved just like that.
However, Jian Wushuang did not stop at all. His figure leaped and went straight to the mountain top!
Nan Xuan followed closely behind and quickly followed.
When he stepped onto the mountain top, an aura that was completely different from the one at the foot of the mountain and at the middle of the mountain spread out. Even the clouds turned dark red.
That was a type of ancient and desolate aura, empty and desolate. That kind of loneliness seemed to surpass the concept of time, even Derived Immortals couldn't sense it.
Looking as far as the eye could see, there were broken longswords on the dark brown, dilapidated peak of the mountain. Some of them were stuck in the ground, some were buried in the ground, and there was only an indescribable desolation left.
Although every sword was shattered, the remaining swords were still as sharp as ever. Not a single inch of sharpness had been taken away by the passage of time.
It was as if an extremely bitter battle had taken place here. The sword wielder had long disappeared, and only the ground that was soaked in divine blood remained.
"Here, there is only sorrow left." Nan Xuan murmured, and then scooped up a handful of soil from the ground.
The soil was blood red, as if it had been repeatedly soaked.
"This is not the Sword Mountain, but the Sword Tomb," Jian Wushuang said and looked at all the broken swords.
Even after countless years, even after their bodies had been shattered, these swords still retained their sentience.
Jian Wushuang could even faintly feel the resonance.
At this moment, an aged voice sounded out from nowhere.
"You're right. This is the Sword Tomb, my final resting place."
With this voice, Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan both became vigilant, and they even released their Derivation Force at the same time.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I just want to talk to you."
Along with this voice, all of the broken swords let out a soft hum.
Soon after, a black-robed figure appeared on the peak of the mountain and slowly walked down.
With each step, all the broken swords would rhythmically vibrate, as if they had seen an old friend that they had not seen in a long time.
Jian Wushuang's heart was already in his throat. He could clearly sense how terrifying this black-robed figure was. It was an ancient presence.
"I've been asleep for a very long time, and I haven't spoken for a very long time."
In just a few seconds, the black-robed figure arrived before Jian Wushuang, and then extended a skinny hand to pull down the hood that covered his face.
After the hood was pulled down, an aged but extremely determined face was revealed. It was like a sword that could shake one's soul.
Jian Wushuang did not speak. Looking at the old man's face, he actually felt a sense of familiarity.
Nan Xuan was even more speechless. Although he was already a Grand Derivation Immortal, the aura that the old man emitted could easily crush him.
Therefore, none of them dared to act rashly.
Looking at their cautious faces, the black-robed old man smiled gently. "Don't be afraid, I'm just a broken sword spirit. I won't have any ill intentions towards you."
"Sword spirit?"
Jian Wushuang's heart trembled, and he looked at the black-robed old man who called himself a sword spirit in disbelief.
Only a true sword with a spirit could lead to a deeper path.
When he first saw the black-robed old man, Jian Wushuang had already guessed his identity, but the only thing he did not think of was a sword spirit.
For a Sword Spirit to be able to grow to such a level, how terrifying was it?
This was originally an unimaginable existence. It was even more unbelievable than a sword immortal.
Forming a soul from a weapon, transforming the soul into a spirit, and finally becoming a sword spirit. Moreover, it would continuously improve to the limit and reach the peak.
And this old man before him was the peak of a sword spirit.
At this moment, the black-robed old man chuckled. "I forgot to say, long before I fell into a deep sleep, I was already a peak Grand Derivation Immortal."
"…"
"…"
A peak Grand Derivation Immortal was above the nine transformations, and was the existence closest to the emperor's comprehension. Even in that ancient era, peak Grand Derivation Immortals were extremely rare.
And this black-robed old man was not only a sword spirit, but also a peak Grand Derivation Immortal?!
This had already completely exceeded Jian Wushuang's imagination.
A sword spirit ascended to the peak Grand Derivation Immortal position, then what level of existence would its master be?
Nan Xuan was already completely speechless. During this period of time by Jian Wushuang's side, the things that happened, the Derivation Immortals he saw, and even the legendary Grand Derivation Immortals, were all far beyond his imagination.
The realm that he was originally proud of seemed to have a feeling that it was not worth mentioning …
Jian Wushuang swallowed his throat. He simply did not expect that there would actually be such a terrifying existence in this Three-Inch Mountain.
And the black-robed old man did not care about the shock in his eyes in the slightest, and he continued to say, "Little friend, the river of stars flows, and the years alternate. I want to ask, where does this place that I'm in deep sleep belong to?"
Although he was shocked in his heart, Jian Wushuang was still an existence that had experienced countless battles, and he quickly calmed down and said, "It belongs to the Dasi Region."
"Dasi Region? Very good, very good. "The black-robed old man revealed an extremely satisfied expression." Then I'll ask again, who is the emperor of this Dasi Region? "
"The emperor of the Dasi Region … is Zhen Wuyang."
At this point, Jian Wushuang's eyes already had some understanding.
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