Qin Wentian watched as that person gradually left. He couldn't help but shout, "Why didn't the swords kill you?"
"Since I am a sword, why would the swords kill me?" That person calmly replied, causing Qin Wentian to fall into deep thought.
Since I am a sword, why would the swords kill me?
He was a sword?
Qin Wentian stood at his original position, not daring to move.
The sword intent permeated the air, pointing at him. As long as he moved, the swords would kill him. This feeling was extremely mysterious, he could clearly feel it.
Since that was the case, how could he walk out of this Sword Forest?
Closing his eyes, Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath, calming his emotions. He knew that at this moment, he couldn't lose his composure.
If he lost his composure, he would die.
This path of cultivation was the most difficult one. Since he chose this path, he could only walk through it. If not, he would die.
There was no other choice. He had to have the conviction to move forward.
"Since I am a sword, I am a sword …" Qin Wentian murmured, pondering over the words of that person. This must be the key.
If he was a sword, he would become one with the Sword Forest. The swords of the Sword Forest wouldn't point at him.
Suddenly, a powerful sword intent gushed forth from Qin Wentian. This sword intent seemed to want him to become one with the swords of the heavens.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt that the murderous sword intent in the surroundings grew increasingly intense, as though it wanted to pierce through the air and kill him. This caused Qin Wentian's countenance to darken. He instantly retracted his sword intent, his countenance extremely unsightly.
This path wouldn't work.
If it was so simple, how could it be called the strongest path of cultivation?
The first layer of the Space of Snow tested his combat prowess. In that case, the second layer of the Sword Forest tested his comprehension.
If he wanted to walk out of the Sword Forest, he had to become one with the swords. Just like the snowman he saw in the lower layer, lying in the snow, becoming one with the snow. It was also like the person who walked out of the Sword Forest earlier, giving off the feeling that he was a sword.
However, at this moment, all the swords were pointing at him. How could he calm his heart and comprehend?
Qin Wentian took another deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at the swaying swords in silence.
The sword was sharp and straight. The quality of the sword was to press forward and sweep away everything in its path.
"By observing the sword, one will know the sword." Qin Wentian thought. He stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. He stood there with his back straight as he silently stared at the swords before him, observing everything about them.
Qin Wentian's body was filled with sword sounds, as if he was going to cry with his sword.
Several days later, the swords on Qin Wentian's body did not stop. All the swords were still pointing at him, filled with killing intent. However, Qin Wentian had a subtle feeling that the killing intent had weakened a little. Although it was very little, it was still an improvement.
"To learn the sword, to comprehend the sword." Qin Wentian murmured in his heart. He imagined himself to be a sword, standing in this forest of swords, as if he was one with any of the swords in the forest.
The swords hummed, he hummed. The swords whistled, he howled. The swords slept, he slept.
Within the forest of swords, the weather actually changed, the seasons changed. Rain poured down, yet the swords remained the same. Qin Wentian remained unmoved. Even when the rain fell on him, his body continued to emit sword hums, becoming one with the rhythm of the swords in the surroundings.
The rain grew heavier and heavier, with the force of a downpour. Qin Wentian's robes were completely drenched, yet he stood there like a sword as the sword intent radiating from him dispersed the rainwater.
The sword hums in the forest grew louder and louder. Qin Wentian's body also emitted sword hums, resonating with the swords.
Finally, the rain calmed down. The sword hums continued, but at this moment, Qin Wentian felt that the hostility of the swords in the forest had weakened a little.
This caused Qin Wentian to be overjoyed. It seemed that the path he chose was not wrong. If he had a chance to walk out of the forest of swords, he would have to continue moving forward.
Time flew. Qin Wentian observed the swords and comprehended them. He seemed to have become one with the swords in the forest. He wanted to find what that person had said. Since I am a sword, why should the swords kill me?
In the forest of swords, a gust of wind blew. Qin Wentian had already forgotten himself. Right now, he was a sword, a sword in the forest of swords.
The wind blew, but he still stood there, emitting sword hums. He didn't move, he hummed along with the swords.
Three months passed. Qin Wentian closed his eyes and stood there. Right now, he was like a real sword, humming along with the swords, swaying together with them, swallowing their sword intent together.
Outside the forest of swords, a figure stood there, staring at Qin Wentian's actions. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. This young man was extraordinary, his comprehension was so terrifying. Most probably, within three years, he would truly have a chance to walk out of here.
Half a year passed. Qin Wentian seemed to have completely transformed into a sword, fusing with the forest of swords. The swords no longer targeted him, this caused Qin Wentian to be pleasantly surprised.
Sincerity was the only way to become a sword.
Qin Wentian stepped out, like a sword whistling through the air. However, at the instant he stepped out, a terrifying sword might gushed over, pointing at him. Qin Wentian's countenance paled. He retracted his foot as his heart trembled. At this instant, he felt a sense of defeat, as though he had fallen into an iceberg.
Sincerity was the sword, honing a sword for half a year. Could it be that he was wrong?
The Sword Forest still didn't approve of him. It only allowed his swords to emit sword hums, but it didn't allow him to leave.
"Was I wrong? In that case, how should I walk out of this forest?" Qin Wentian asked himself.
The hardest test was which path he should take. If he couldn't walk out, would he truly be trapped in this forest forever?
When he thought of this, Qin Wentian couldn't help but feel extremely vexed.
Half a year, he used a total of half a year and in the end, he discovered that he was wrong. Time was extremely precious to him. Wasting half a year without any results, he found it extremely hard to accept.
For a total of three days, Qin Wentian was in a daze within the forest of swords. Those swords were all pointing at him, causing him to feel a sense of disgust. He wanted nothing more than to destroy them. And when he revealed this state of mind, the killing intent radiating from the swords grew even stronger.
When Qin Wentian sensed the killing intent, his heart trembled. After that, he mumbled in a low voice, "Who would have thought that as swords, you guys would be so sensitive, able to distinguish between friend and foe, able to differentiate between joy and evil. Seems like I was wrong."
As the sound of his voice faded, he closed his eyes again, letting go of the grudge in his heart as he became one with the swords. Gradually, the intense hostility he felt earlier vanished.
"Sincerity is the sword. If my heart is directed towards the sword, I will naturally be able to infect the other swords."
Qin Wentian silently mused. His heart was directed towards the sword, extremely kind, extremely sincere. This time around, he only used a month to transform into a sword, becoming one with it. The swords in the forest no longer had any intent to target him.
However, Qin Wentian understood that what he did wasn't enough. He had to forget his identity, forget everything.
There was no sword in his hands, no sword in his heart.
Time flowed by, Qin Wentian continued to stand there, as though he had forgotten everything. He had forgotten who he was, he had forgotten that he was a sword. However, his entire person seemed more and more like a true sword. Sword intent, sword grade.
A gentle breeze blew. Within the forest of swords, there were no longer people, only swords.
At this moment, Qin Wentian suddenly had a feeling that everything around him was a part of him. The entire forest of swords was a part of him.
A smile appeared on Qin Wentian's face. His eyes opened as he took a step forward.
This step was filled with sincerity and confidence.
With a single step, all the swords in the forest seemed to be moving together with him.
Qin Wentian knew that his comprehension of the sword had entered a whole new realm. He also understood that only by stepping into this realm would he be able to walk out of the forest of swords.
Not only could he walk out of the forest of swords, he could even control them.
Stretching out his hand, Qin Wentian touched a sword as a smile appeared on his face. That sword seemed to be able to sense Qin Wentian's emotions as it actually started to throb in joy.
"What a pity, in a true battle, there aren't so many powerful swords that I can control." Qin Wentian laughed. After which, he waved his palms and instantly, the swords in the forest of swords whistled through the air, hovering above Qin Wentian's head as a terrifying sword-might engulfed everything.
The forest of swords vanished, transforming into a gigantic ancient sword that floated above Qin Wentian's head. That silhouette appeared once more, staring at Qin Wentian with a bright light in his eyes.
"Who would have thought that you would be able to succeed so quickly. You didn't even use a year's time." That silhouette clearly had a look of admiration in his eyes. Such comprehension abilities caused him to be startled.
Qin Wentian bitterly smiled as he spoke in a low voice, "I didn't expect this either. It's just a single level and I was already trapped for a year. In that case, how long would it take to ascend further?"
That silhouette had a smile that was not a smile on his face as he stared at Qin Wentian. "Do you know the results of this one year? Not only did your Mandate of Sword-Melody break through, you've also comprehended a terrifying sword-type innate technique. Are you still not satisfied?"
Qin Wentian naturally understood what the silhouette meant. His Mandate of Sword-Melody had indeed broken through to the Transformation Boundary of the third level. Just one more level and his Mandate of Sword-Melody would be at the Perfection Boundary of the Sword-Melody Boundary.
He also understood that exiting the Sword Forest meant that he had comprehended an extremely tyrannical innate technique.
"What is the name of this innate technique?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Although you've comprehended it, I'm afraid you've only seen a fraction of it. It's better for me to bestow upon you the complete version of the innate technique." That silhouette laughed as he waved his hands. An instant later, a page of the innate technique flew towards Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian stretched his hands out to receive it. This page was golden in color, and there were a few words engraved on it – Seven Annihilation Swordplay!
"Many thanks," Qin Wentian replied.
"There's no need to thank me. You've already passed the first two checkpoints. However, the path ahead isn't going to be easy. If you can pass it, it means that you're only a step away from success." That silhouette smiled as his silhouette gradually dissipated, vanishing from sight.
The entire space became empty once more. In front of Qin Wentian, another flight of stairs appeared, leading to the next level.
If he could pass the next checkpoint, he would only be a step away from success.
Although the path to the Ancient Emperor Realm was incomparably difficult, there weren't many checkpoints. However, the difficulty of each checkpoint was extremely terrifying. Just take this Sword Forest for example. If it wasn't for the fact that his will was extremely resolute, how could he have exited the Sword Forest within a year? If his state of heart was in chaos, he might not be able to find the exit even after ten years. And if his state of heart was in chaos, he might even have the thought of forcefully barging his way out.
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