Reentering the Sword Catacomb
Looking at Chu Xingyun's back, Baili Kuangsheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked around and found that the crowd was also looking at him, their faces filled with curiosity and doubt.
Clearly, the crowd did not know where Chu Xingyun was going, nor did they know what Chu Xingyun wanted to do.
Baili Kuangsheng hesitated for a moment. Then, a heavy breathing sound came from his mouth. He took a step forward and quickly chased after Chu Xingyun.
Chu Xingyun's speed was neither fast nor slow. Like a flash of light, he rushed into the depths of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.
Baili Kuangsheng followed behind Chu Xingyun, the doubt in his eyes growing. This was the core area of the Wanjian Pavilion. It was barren and remote, and people rarely came here.
However, Chu Xingyun had no intention of explaining. He suddenly increased his speed until he reached a steep cliff. Only then did he slow down and stop.
Baili Kuangsheng also stopped. He scanned his surroundings. He was unfamiliar with this place, as he had never been here before.
Just as he was about to ask, Chu Xingyun stretched out his right hand without any warning. A blurry sword shadow swept out from his palm. The moment it came into contact with the cliff, it directly merged with it.
When the blurry sword shadow completely disappeared, a dazzling halo of light seeped out from the cliff. It was shaped like a door and was imprinted in Chu Xingyun and Baili Kuangsheng's eyes.
Baili Kuangsheng stared at this scene with his mouth agape. He looked at Chu Xingyun, only to hear Chu Xingyun's voice. His voice was calm as he said, "Go in."
Chu Xingyun slowly took a step forward. The moment he came into contact with the resplendent halo, the halo was like a wave of water, spreading out in all directions and enveloping Baili Kuangsheng's body in a single move.
Buzz buzz buzz!
In that instant, Baili Kuangsheng felt his vision darken, and he could hear the cries of thousands of swords ringing in his ears. The Remnant Light sword on his waist resonated intensely, as if it wanted to fly out of its sheath.
Baili Kuangsheng abruptly opened his eyes. What entered his vision was a vast expanse of flat land, surrounded by lingering mist and dense spiritual energy. It gave him the illusion that he had entered a fairyland.
He looked ahead and discovered that there were countless swords stabbed into the ground. The number was so large that it was impossible to count them all. Just a glance was enough to dazzle one.
Patter!
The sound of Chu Xingyun's footsteps brought Baili Kuangsheng back to reality. His breathing gradually became heavy, and he finally couldn't help but ask, "Where is this place?"
As the personal disciple of Fan Wujie, Baili Kuangsheng had many privileges. He could enter any forbidden area or any training ground as he wished. However, he had never heard of this place before.
"Sword Tomb." Chu Xingyun indifferently spat out two words. At this moment, the entire ground began to tremble. A silver-white sword broke through the yellow soil without any warning. It was like a stream of light, piercing into the sky.
Whoosh!
The sword light was fleeting, but the ground didn't stop trembling. In fact, it seemed to be getting more and more intense. Immediately, the sound of the earth breaking could be heard. One sword after another flew into the sky, all of them releasing sharp sword lights.
One sword gleam was like a glimmer of light and was not conspicuous. However, thousands of sword gleams flickered and formed a long river of sword gleams. Those swords were like true dragons in the long river. They surged and surged with an unending momentum.
Baili Kuangsheng's pupils shrank into needles when he saw this scene. Without waiting for him to ask, Chu Xingyun took the initiative to explain, "As the name suggests, the Sword Tomb is the grave of swords. Since the establishment of Wanjian Pavilion, this place has always existed. However, its existence is extremely secretive. Other than the pavilion master, no one knows of it, and no one can enter it."
"The grave of swords?" Baili Kuangsheng murmured in a low voice. He looked up at the true dragon of swords. His heart suddenly tightened, and the residual light at his waist trembled violently, as if it was about to merge into it.
Chu Xingyun nodded and looked at the true dragon of swords. "Wanjian Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years. It has experienced countless ups and downs. Every time a person dies, his sword will be sent into the Sword Tomb and become one of the thousands of swords."
"This is not only the grave of swords, but also the grave of sword intent. When the swords are sent into the Sword Tomb, the remaining sword intent in the swords will also rest here, silently guarding the entire Wanjian Pavilion."
"Do you know how many swords there are in the Sword Tomb?" Chu Xingyun suddenly changed the topic and asked Baili Kuangsheng.
"The Sword Tomb has existed for thousands of years. After such a long time of accumulation, the number of swords should be about a million, right?" Baili Kuangsheng said with some uncertainty. This space was so big that he couldn't see the end of it.
Hearing Baili Kuangsheng's answer, Chu Xingyun smiled. His voice was so calm that it was somewhat frightening. "In yesterday's bloody battle, a total of 128,795 people died in Wanjian Pavilion. Although this number is large, it is not shocking in the history of Wanjian Pavilion. Two thousand years ago, Wanjian Pavilion suffered a catastrophe. In just one day, two hundred thousand disciples died."
"What?!" Baili Kuangsheng's heart skipped a beat, as if his heart was about to stop beating. Two thousand years ago, the Myriad Swords Pavilion had suffered a calamity, and two hundred thousand disciples had died in a single day. He had never heard of such a matter.
Wanjian Pavilion had a long history of thousands of years. However, due to the appearance of the Sword Spirit, the history of the Sect was ruthlessly changed. Countless historical facts disappeared in the rolling river without a trace. It was normal that Baili Kuangsheng did not know about it.
Chu Xingyun sighed slightly and stepped forward again. As he walked, he said, "When a person dies, the number of swords in the Sword Tomb increases by one. After thousands of years, millions of days and nights, more than a million people have died."
"As far as I know, the number of swords in the Sword Tomb has reached 33,984,521." When Chu Xingyun said this number, even if his mind was as firm as a rock, he could not help but tremble.
Thirty million swords was a huge number. It was no wonder that the Sword Spirit tried so hard to control Wanjian Pavilion and change the history of Wanjian Pavilion.
As long as he could obtain the Sword Tomb, the Sword Spirit emitted from the swords alone would be able to repair the damage, reconstruct the sword body, and even return to the ranks of Emperor Weapons.
In fact, it had done so.
However, the Sword Spirit had only been in the Sword Tomb for a short period of time. Although the sword body had been reconstructed, it was still far from being a match for the Black Hole Heavy Sword. If it had been thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, perhaps the result would have been different.
Baili Kuangsheng did not know what Chu Xingyun was thinking. At this time, he was completely stunned. His eyes stared blankly at the Sword True Dragon that roared to the sky, unable to recover for a long time.
His gaze was suspended in the void, following the Sword True Dragon's movements. At this time, Baili Kuangsheng vaguely saw that there seemed to be a high platform in the center of the Sword Tomb.
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