In the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hall, the most important thing was the inheritance of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Saint. Although there were some treasures in the other hundreds of branch halls, they were only spirit stones and the corresponding elixirs and swords. There were also elixirs and precious ores that were thousands or tens of thousands of years old.
Chu Mu and the five people from the Shentu Clan moved together and found branch halls one after another. Some of the branch halls had yet to be visited by anyone, so there were still some items that were shared between Chu Mu and the people from the Shentu Clan.
Some of the branch halls had already been visited by others and were emptied out, leaving only empty shelves behind.
In general, although they did not know where the inheritance of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Saint was, as long as they were still alive, they had gained quite a bit. For example, Chu Mu had gained more than five million high-grade spirit stones, three million supreme-grade spirit stones, and more than seven hundred thousand Royal Grade spirit stones.
In addition, they had also gained various elixirs and the best Royal Grade swords. There were also many aged elixirs and rare ores. Some of them were used to forge Royal Grade swords, while some were used to forge higher grade swords.
Fortunately, Chu Mu had a middle-grade interspatial ring. The space inside was large enough, so he could store as much as he could. Until now, it was still not full.
The five people from the Shentu Clan were also beaming with joy. At the same time, they were also a little vexed. This was because they did not have many supreme-grade interspatial bracelets with them, and they were all full. The extra ones were given to them by Chu Mu.
Without any guidance, no one knew where they would go.
After a period of time, other than the footsteps of Chu Mu and the other five, there were also the voices of others. Immediately, it raised the vigilance of Chu Mu and the other five.
Here, other than the people from their own clan, everyone else could be considered opponents or even enemies.
After turning a corner, Chu Mu's group of six saw dozens of swordsmen gathered in front of a closed door. This door was bronze in color, as if it was made from a thick and heavy piece of bronze. On top of it were two ferocious dragon carvings. The protruding lines were clear and lifelike, as if they were about to fly out of the bronze door and wreak havoc in the world.
It was ancient, ferocious, and domineering. All kinds of auras were emitted, intimidating every single swordsman present. Their expressions were solemn, as if they were facing a great enemy, because the two dragons on the giant bronze door really seemed like they would fly out and attack them at any moment.
With a loud bang, the eyes of the two dragon carvings on the bronze door suddenly lit up. The door suddenly opened backwards, as if it was forcefully pushed open by a pair of invisible and powerful hands, heavy and slow.
When the bronze door was fully opened, everyone tried their best to look inside, but all they could see was darkness.
"No one dares to go in first? Then let me go first. " Tong Tianming laughed as he strode through the open bronze door. It was as if he was swallowed up by the darkness.
The others looked at each other for a moment before rushing in. This time, Lifeless Thorn was the last one to enter.
"What is this place?" A swordsman looked around in shock.
"It might be the place where the Sky Dragon Sword Saint usually trains," another swordsman said.
There were no spirit stones, ammunition, swords, or anything else in this branch hall. There were only sword steles erected on the ground in an orderly fashion, pointing up into the sky. Each sword stele was about two meters tall and exuded a sharp aura.
The sword steles were bronze in color and had no names. There was only a scratch on them.
Some scratches were long, some were short, some were deep, some were shallow, some were thick, some were thin, and some even looked very strange and crooked. In short, there were hundreds of sword steles in this branch hall, and the scratches on each sword stele were different.
The only thing they had in common was that every single scratch emitted a shocking coldness and sharpness. Moreover, they also carried a sense of majesty. Those were the marks left behind by swords, the marks of swords.
With a boom, the bronze door closed again. Everyone was trapped in this branch hall. They had no idea how to leave.
"Maybe the secret is on these sword steles," a swordsman said. He unsheathed his sword and slashed. A sharp sword wind bombarded the sword steles, but the sword steles remained motionless. The sword wind was shattered.
Unable to use Sword Origin, Sword Intent, or Profound Power, they could not damage the sword steles with just their physical strength, swordsmanship, and swords.
"Damn it!" The swordsman cursed and swung his sword with all his might. His sword slashed at the sword steles, causing sparks to fly. Still, he could not damage them.
Lifeless Thorn walked up to a sword stele. He did not draw his sword. He just stood there quietly, staring at the marks on the sword stele. His body swayed slightly, as if he was in a trance. He remained motionless like a statue.
A strange aura seemed to emanate from Lifeless Thorn's body.
When the other swordsmen saw Lifeless Thorn's actions, some disagreed, while others suddenly understood. They all stood in front of the nearest sword stele and stared at the sword mark on the stele.
Chu Mu looked around. Every time he passed by a sword stele, he would stop for a breath of time and carefully look at the sword scars on the sword steles. Different sword scars emitted an aura that was slightly different.
Seeming to understand something, Chu Mu walked up to a sword stele and stood there. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the sword mark on the stele.
This sword mark looked a little faint. It was not very long, but it was very thin. It looked faintly discernible, as if it would disappear at any time.
Dispelling all distracting thoughts and focusing all of his attention, his mental thoughts converged into one. After three breaths of time, Chu Mu felt the scenery around him rapidly fade away. The world was disappearing, and even the ancient bronze sword stele in front of him was fading away, disappearing. All that was left was a faintly discernible trace of a sword.
As if it had been injected with life and given birth to a will, the faintly discernible sword mark came alive. It instantly twisted and became a faintly discernible sword ray that flew towards Chu Mu. Chu Mu seemed to see a formless swordsman holding a formless sword slashing towards him. The sword's trajectory was so fine and curved that it seemed to be erratic.
This sword seemed to leap through the void like rootless duckweed, ignoring the distance between them. In the blink of an eye, it appeared right in front of Chu Mu and slashed at Chu Mu's neck.
The pores on Chu Mu's neck opened up and goosebumps appeared on his skin. A feeling of incomparable danger instantly invaded his body. Chu Mu subconsciously dodged, but the sword ray flew past his neck. The cold and sharp edge made the blood in Chu Mu's neck almost freeze.
In an instant, the indistinct sword ray seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and shot out from behind him. It was like a peerless swordsman was using a sure-kill sword technique.
With a thought, Chu Mu wanted to use his sword to resist, but he was shocked to find that he could not use his sword. It was as if he had been imprisoned by some force.
He could only dodge!
Relying on his powerful senses, Chu Mu once again dodged the sword ray.
"I can't fight back, so I can only dodge. How long do I have to dodge?"
"No, the key is definitely not to dodge. There's something else."
"Maybe … it's to decipher …"
As his train of thought moved in the right direction, Chu Mu began to carefully observe the faintly discernible sword ray. He tried his best to clearly see its trajectory and analyze its mysteries.
The sword ray originated from swordsmanship. It was not a special swordsmanship, but a basic swordsmanship.
A basic swordsmanship seemed to only have a dozen movements, but when combined, it could have thousands of changes.
Different changes had different effects and power. If used appropriately, it could become a terrifying sure-kill.
Chu Mu dodged while analyzing. He only had one thought at that moment, and that was to comprehend this indistinct sword ray.
It felt like he was fighting with a powerful swordsman, but he could not use his sword.
However, Chu Mu knew that once he fully comprehended this faintly discernible fine sword ray and absorbed it for his own use, he would be able to advance his sword technique's attainment a step further. There would be even more variations and his might would be even stronger.
Like Chu Mu, the other swordsmen were also immersed in the sword traces on the sword stele. However, some of them were slower to comprehend and had difficulty dodging.
Not long after, a swordsman screamed. His body shook violently, and his face turned pale. He staggered back a few steps and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Gasping for breath, the swordsman was shocked. He subconsciously reached out to touch his heart. Fortunately, he was safe and sound. That sword ray just now seemed to be an illusion.
Vaguely, the swordsman felt that he had lost an important opportunity. His face changed drastically.
Then, he fiercely swept his gaze, drew his sword, and slashed at Chu Mu, who was closest to him.
At that moment, Chu Mu was completely immersed in the sword traces. He was trying his best to decipher and decipher it. He was defenseless like an undefended city, allowing the sword to slash at him.
In the next moment, the ferocious sword would strike Chu Mu's neck and cut him in half.
Just as the sword was about to touch Chu Mu's neck, the indistinct sword trace on the sword stele in front of Chu Mu suddenly shot out as a sword ray. It instantly swept past the neck of the swordsman who had attacked Chu Mu.
The sword paused and drooped down powerlessly. A strand of blood slowly seeped out from the neck of the swordsman before he fell to the ground.
Chu Mu was unaware of all of this. In that moment, he suddenly comprehended the mysteries of the indistinct sword ray. As a result, he easily deciphered the sword ray and deciphered the sword trace.
In an instant, a golden glow rose from the bottom of Chu Mu's feet. In the blink of an eye, it wrapped around Chu Mu's entire body. In a breath, the golden glow retracted and transformed into a small golden dot of light. It let out a clear cry and charged into the bronze colored sword monument in front of him, disappearing.
The sword trace on the bronze sword stele also disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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