(Dominator of the Six Paths wishes everyone a Happy New Year. The New Year will be even better than last year.
The sword was pointed forward. The person holding the sword had a cold expression. He was highly focused as he suddenly let out a low roar. There seemed to be an invisible sound. A wave of energy was released from the sword. It was a faint silver color and traces of sharpness were emitted.
Chu Mu happened to pass by not far away. He could tell that it was Rank 1 sword force with a single glance.
The person who released Rank 1 sword force was a Four Star Saint. It seemed like he had just obtained Rank 1 sword force and was practicing it. To master it, he would need a lot of practice.
As everyone knew, releasing sword force would consume one's energy faster. When Chu Mu grasped Rank 1 sword force, his cultivation was still very low. He wasn't even in the Nirvana Realm. At that time, every time he released Rank 1 sword force, he would feel a large amount of energy being consumed. He couldn't release it more than a few times, let alone for a long time.
Now, these Four Star Saints who only grasped Rank 1 sword force could maintain the state of releasing Rank 1 sword force all the time. The energy they consumed couldn't even keep up with their recovery speed.
Not to mention Rank 1 sword force, even Rank 2 sword force and Rank 3 sword force could be fully released for a Four Star Saint.
Therefore, it wasn't difficult for a Four Star Saint to grasp Rank 1 sword force. As long as one had some talent and worked hard, they would be able to grasp it in just a few months. The more powerful ones would only need a few days to grasp it.
Chu Mu's sword force was grasped after he understood the essence of the sword art. In the Land of Exile, most people's sword force was grasped by sacrificing the Dark God Greatsword. Their grasp and understanding of the sword art wasn't deep enough. However, once they grasped sword force, their understanding of the sword art would gradually deepen. The speed at which they grasped the essence of the sword art would also increase. It was because of this that the Land of Exile was filled with sword cultivators. They were all Sword Saints and were much stronger than those in the Deep Blue World.
Along the way, they went straight to the huge black sword that stood on the ground. Along the way, they saw many people practicing. Some were practicing the stimulation of Sword Force alone, and some were sparring with Sword Force to further deepen their grasp of Sword Force through actual combat.
With the Onyx God Greatsword as the center, it could be said to be a huge square with a radius of ten thousand meters. It was very flat and there were no obstructions. The ground under his feet was black.
After walking for about six thousand meters, Chu Mu discovered that the color of the ground in front of him had changed. It was no longer black, but bronze.
The Black Iron Earth had turned into a Bronze Earth. With a stomp, Chu Mu could feel that this Bronze Earth was even harder than the Black Iron Earth.
There were also people practicing sword force here. However, they were not practicing first level sword force. Instead, they were practicing second or even third level sword force. Their cultivation was also relatively high. They were at least five-star Saint level.
After advancing another 3,000 meters, the color of the ground changed again. It changed from bronze to silver. It was the Silver Earth.
"Black Iron … Bronze … Silver …" Chu Mu said to himself, "Is it going to be the land of gold next?"
In the Silver Earth, there were obviously fewer people who practiced sword force. Even if there were, the sword force they practiced was not level one, level two, or level three. It was at least level four, and some were even level five.
"That's level five sword force, right? It's so sharp."
"I wonder when I will be able to master level five sword force."
Some people walking in front of Chu Mu exclaimed in a low voice. They were very envious.
For many people, it was already very good to be able to master level three sword force. This was because hunting Sinners was dangerous, and the danger was not low.
Therefore, level four or even level five sword force was an extravagant hope for them.
Level one to level three sword force were low-level sword force. Level four to level six sword force were mid-level sword force. Level seven to level nine sword force were high-level sword force. The nine levels of sword force were divided into three ranks. This was also a kind of evaluation standard.
"Come, come, come. You only need ten Black Iron Hearts, and there will be an altar immediately. Once you are qualified to be sacrificed, you will be able to master the sword force that you have always dreamed of."
"If you can't even bear to part with ten Black Iron Hearts, then go and line up. Perhaps it will be your turn in a few days."
After entering the Silver Land, Chu Mu and the others heard such cheers.
Continuing forward, when they were 900 meters away from the Onyx God Huge Sword, the color of the land changed again. It turned from silver to gold. It was the Golden Land.
Walking into the Golden Land, Chu Mu immediately had a different feeling. This feeling was indescribable.
Looking forward, Chu Mu realized that the closer they got to the Onyx God Huge Sword, the purer and deeper the color of the land. In the end, the edge of the Onyx God Huge Sword was almost black gold.
In addition, Chu Mu also saw a protrusion on the Golden Land. It was in the shape of an altar. It was circular, about ten meters in diameter, and one meter in height. The color of the altar was different from the Golden Land. It was dark gold. On the surface of the altar, there were countless marks. The marks crisscrossed and looked very messy. They formed countless lines that contained mysteries. Chu Mu could vaguely feel that the lines on the altar and the Onyx God Huge Sword seemed to have some connection.
"That's the altar for the Sinner's Heart." Chu Mu thought.
There weren't many altars, only twelve in total. They surrounded the Onyx God Huge Sword. Each altar was about ten meters away from the Onyx God Huge Sword.
Seeing the Onyx God Huge Sword from ten thousand meters away, the thousands of meters of illusory image gave people a strong shock. Now that they saw the Onyx God Huge Sword at such a close distance, they couldn't see the thousands of meters of illusory image. However, the hundreds of meters of the Onyx God Huge Sword brought an even stronger visual impact and shock.
There were only twelve altars, but Chu Mu could see that there were at least thousands of people surrounding the Onyx God Huge Sword.
Thinking about it, just the Lunar Pavilion's flying shuttle that Chu Mu and company were on had a hundred people. And in the entire City of Silver, the Lunar Pavilion wasn't the only one escorting them. There were several other factions, so there were hundreds of them. Furthermore, some factions with flying shuttles would head there alone. Although there weren't many people, there were still some.
There were five cities, so it was normal for there to be two thousand people. Furthermore, a portion of them had come before. They had temporarily stayed behind because they missed the opportunity to leave or for other reasons.
There were at least a thousand people, close to two thousand, who needed to use the altars to offer sacrifices to the Onyx God Huge Sword and receive sword energy in return. However, there were only twelve altars.
It was necessary to line up.
At this moment, Chu Mu saw that there were many people lined up in front of seven altars. Each line had at least two hundred people waiting. The auras of these people weren't very strong. The weakest was a Four Star Saint, while the strongest was a Six Star Saint.
Beside the other five altars, there was a group of people. This group of people's cultivation was relatively high. They were all Seven Star Saints, and there were even Eight Star Saints.
The person who shouted just now was a Seven Star Saint.
At a glance, Chu Mu could tell that the five altars were probably occupied by that group of people. They relied on their powerful strength to occupy the altars. If one wanted to use the altars, they had to pay the Heart of Black Iron as a fee. Of course, they wouldn't force them. If they weren't willing to pay, they could only line up at the other altars.
There were two to three hundred people lining up at each of the seven altars. It would probably take seven to eight days, or even more than ten days, for it to be their turn. For those who came here with limited time and were desperate to obtain sword energy, it was simply unbearable.
"What right do you have? The altars here weren't built by you." A voice that argued strongly for what was right immediately attracted the attention of many people. It was a Four Star Saint who was shouting at the Seven Star Saints with a red face.
"What right do we have? Just because our fists are bigger than yours. " A Seven Star Saint laughed mockingly. The resistance of a Four Star Saint weakling was laughable in their eyes. It could also add some fun to their boring life here.
"Junior, give us ten Heart of Black Iron. Otherwise, you're sleepy. If you continue to make a fuss, I'll slash you with my sword," another Seven Star Saint said coldly. His ferocious look was terrifying.
"Can you not be like this every time? Boring." The Seven Star Saint who spoke first said helplessly. It was as if he had found something fun, but it was ruined.
Faced with the threat of a Seven Star Saint, although the Four Star Saint was incomparably annoyed and furious, he didn't dare to say anything. In the Land of Exile, if you wanted to kill, you could kill. There was no reason. If he said another word, he would definitely be slashed by the other party.
For the sake of his own life, he had no choice but to retreat. No one would laugh at him.
"Ten Heart of Black Iron? I'll pay. I want to use the altar immediately," someone said and took out ten Heart of Black Iron and handed it over.
"Very wise." A Seven Star Saint kept the Heart of Black Iron and said with a smile, "Go, you can use the altar now."
Perhaps, ten Heart of Black Iron was nothing compared to the hundred Heart of Black Iron that came here by flying shuttle. However, it wasn't a small price either. Not everyone was willing to pay it.
However, there were also people who weren't willing to wait. They would pay ten Heart of Black Iron and skip the queue. They could use the altar directly and make a sacrifice as soon as possible to obtain sword force.
At this moment, an Eight Star Saint Rank old man led a Three Star Saint Rank young man to one of the five occupied altars.
"Ten Heart of Black Iron." The old man took out ten Heart of Black Iron and handed it over.
"So it's Senior Lan Yi. If you want to use the altar, you can use it anytime." The Seven Star Saint hurriedly smiled when he saw the old man. This old man was very powerful and came from a great force. He wasn't someone they could afford to offend.
"Well said." The old man chuckled. He had a lot of face.
All of this was seen by everyone. However, there was nothing they could do. This was strength. The stronger one was, the more rules there were.
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