Sword Peak, a mountain straight as a sword, presented entirely in black, as if coated with the patina of years, imbued with a sense of historicity, both ancient and weighty.
This massive mountain towered tens of thousands of feet high, piercing the clouds, so that the nearby thousand-foot peaks paled in comparison, looking like re disciples standing quietly beside their venerable ancestor.
From afar, everyone could sense the extraordinariness of Sword Peak.
It was covered in all sorts of Flying Swords, standing silently without emanating any imposing aura or dazzling brilliance, modest and unassuming.
It was as if it had weathered countless vicissitudes and countless years, having shed all superficial glitz to return to its original purity, giving one the sense of a realm beyond reach, transcending the mundane.
Gazing upon it, everyone felt an inexplicable calm in their heart.
"This is our sect's Sword Peak!" Elder Jianyun looked on solemnly, his followers lined up behind him, sharing in the gravity of the mont.
"Co, follow to the mountaintop!" Elder Jianyun shattered the white clouds beneath his feet, transforming into a streak of light soaring straight towards the summit.
The rest closely followed, landing on the mountain top.
The entire Sword Peak was barren, with no vegetation, only the rugged rocks and those Flying Swords sheathed in stone.
These Flying Swords seed sealed, their radiance hidden, their Sword Qi withdrawn, breathing in unison with Sword Peak in deep silence.
Having landed at the summit, they looked upon the myriad of Flying Swords embedded in the stones, curiosity gleaming in their eyes.
Suddenly, Elder Jianyun shouted low, "I shall awaken the Flying Swords!" A sword radiating brilliant light appeared in his hand and he thrust it decisively towards the peak above.
In an instant, radiance burst forth and the entire Sword Peak trembled.
Billions of Flying Swords rang out at once, erupting into colorful sword rainbows, bursting from their sheaths and roaring across the sky, creating a stunning spectacle of countless swords flying in unison, densely packed above like locusts, all weaving through the air.
Sword Qi surged to the heavens, covering the sky with sword radiance!
Such a sight dazzled the eyes and the soul, swelling the heart with excitent.
"With myriad swords flying, you should all hurry to find a sword that resonates with you. Once the Flying Swords all return to their sheaths, no more swords can be sought. One sword per person, as for your fortune, it depends on your destiny," Elder Jianyun commanded.
Upon hearing this, everyone shot into the sky, chasing after those Flying Swords bursting with powerful light.
Instantly, the pursuit began, the atmosphere intense.
Yet, there were exceptional beings who did not engage in such pursuits.
There stood Hao Yun, quietly in the sky, with bursts of Immortal Light emanating from his body, radiating a formidable presence as he spoke authoritatively,
"In the mortal world I am revered, and even in the Immortal Realm I can be king, let all swords co to my hand, and one day they shall surely beco Immortal Artifacts!"
A sword is a person's opportunity, and a person is a sword's opportunity. Those with innate excellence possess the supre confidence of "viewing the affairs of the Immortal Realm from the mundane world."
Hao Yun extended his hand with a casual wave in the void.
Before long, three streaks of light in red, yellow, and white flew towards him, clashing before him with a series of tallic clashes.
In the end, the yellow light prevailed, forcefully driving away the red and white lights, and settled in Hao Yun's palm, revealing its ancient bronze sword body.
Yang Ji noticed at a glance that the sword was actually a dium-grade Dao Device.
A dium-grade Dao Device, already sentient, chooses its wielder as the wielder chooses it; indeed, the sword seed to match the person's intent.
To have so easily obtained a dium-grade Dao Device, Yang Ji truly felt the awe of a genius, extraordinarily so.
Hao Yun grasped the Flying Sword, let out a hearty laugh, and landed back on the mountaintop, no longer searching for a sword.
At the sa ti, Wang Tianli stood suspended in the void, looking around with a smile, "In my heart lies the word 'surpass,' a word that can be elevated without limit. Let all swords co into my hand, and perhaps you can ascend with beyond oneself. Dao Devices, Immortal Artifacts, Immortal King Artifacts, they are rely transitions, ultimately you will follow to the pinnacle!"
He too slowly extended his hand, and soon a streak of light flew towards him, materializing into a silver Flying Sword in his palm.
This sword was also a dium-grade Dao Device.
While others' swords were obedient, his own needed taming—Yang Ji felt in an instant that his Zhe Long Sword had lost its allure.
"Congratulations to Brother Wang, congratulations to Brother Hao, for having such renowned swords seek you out so quickly, truly enviable," Li Qiankun said with a light smile, suspended in the void.
"Brother Li, you have yet to make a move; have you taken a fancy to any particular sword?" Wang Tianli asked with a smile.
"There is indeed a sword that greatly appeals to my eyes!" Li Qiankun said with a smile, "Within my palm is the universe, and I roam the heavens and earth at will! Qiankun Sword, if not now, when?"
Clang!
A humming sound erged as a Flying Sword traced an arc through the air and whistled around Li Qiankun. Eventually, it settled into his palm, quieting down.
Li Qiankun smiled as he grasped the sword, then flipped it into the world within his palm.
This Qiankun Sword was also a mid-grade Dao Device.
Seated within the void of Cangkong Temple, Cang Jinchanzi emanated Buddha's light, surrounded by swirling Buddhist principles. Before long, a Flying Sword ca to him of its own accord, settling between his knees.
This sword was nad the Universal Light Sword, and it too was a mid-grade Dao Device.
Xiao Changsheng of the Changsheng Sect, laughing aloft, declared, "Unaffected by the passage of years, I am eternal as the heaven and earth. Where I am, the sword remains; Longevity Sword, co swiftly!"
With a beckoning wave of his hand, an ancient-looking Flying Sword descended into his grasp.
This sword was nad the Longevity Sword, and again, it was a mid-grade Dao Device.
Seeing all from the Divine Ascension Hall finding their destined swords, Fairy Linglong smiled delicately, "Wind, clouds, rain, thunder, all four paths reveal; Linglong through centuries transcends into fairyhood. Thunder Cloud Sword, do you wish to accompany to the Immortal Realm?"
"Thunder Cloud Sword wishes to serve you as master!" A Flying Sword crackling with lightning and wreathed in electric arcs descended from the sky and stood in front of Fairy Linglong, the hilt bending slightly in a nod.
Fairy Linglong smiled, taking hold of the hilt while gently stroking the sword blade, tender affection filling her eyes.
The other true successors and Quasi True Successors, not having slain the Dao Calamity and not possessing the origin of the Great Dao within, lacked the profound energy and foundation to have Dao Devices co to them automatically, hence they were chasing after swords of destiny in the sky.
However, all who could beco true successors were no ordinary beings. Even if they had yet to slay the Dao Tribulation, possessing trendous destiny and fortune, many quickly found their destined swords.
Yang Ji knew that each Dao Device possessed its own temperant, so he refrained from chasing blindly, instead observing and feeling the distinctive Sword Qi emitted by the Flying Swords.
Only with compatible auras could there be a mutual bond, leading to more seamless use in the future and greater power.
Magical treasures, akin to a third hand, require prudent selection.
While Yang Ji was observing, a quaint Flying Sword flew leisurely through the sky like a septuagenarian elder, thick with the air of dusk.
"Old Ancestor, you said you were tired of staying at Sword Peak, didn't you? You wanted to see the world outside. Why did you not choose one of the Dao children to follow earlier?" A childish voice queried softly from within the sword.
"With my esteed status, how could I let them simply beckon away? Where would I put my old face?"
"Old Ancestor, if you won't show your power proactively, they will not discover you. Don't you want to repair your sword body and regain your forr glory?"
"What glory... Those are all stories I made up to deceive you," a slightly sorrowful and aged voice responded from the quaint sword.
"Alas, the next ti those Dao children co, it will be another millennium. Old Ancestor, why not compromise just this once?"
"There's nothing to compromise. I won't fly into their hands on my own. If they haven't discovered , it just ans there's no fate between us. I—" Before he could finish, he felt sothing strange happening to his sword body.
"Eh, Old Ancestor, it seems that you have been grasped by soone."
"It turns out to be a damaged Supre Immortal Artifact." Yang Ji was shocked as he grasped the ancient broken sword, revealing its origins.
At these words, the broken sword subtly quivered.
"Ah, Old Ancestor, he called you a Supre Immortal Artifact? Is this not a treasure second only to the Immortal King Artifact? So the stories you told were all true!" A neighboring radiant Flying Sword stopped and humd with Sword Qi, quietly transmitting its voice.
Without response, nor attempting to escape Yang Ji's grasp, the broken sword fell silent, epitomizing the ordinary.
"Senior, I know that you were once extraordinary, a Supre Immortal Artifact. Now affected by the plight of being broken, you still yearn for more than diocrity. Are you willing to accompany and forge new glory together?" Experience exclusive tales on m v|l e'-
Yang Ji held the broken sword, seeing no response or resistance, he continued, "I may be humble, rely at the Nascent Soul Peak, and I have not yet slain the Dao. But my ambition is to cut through Dao, and one day reign in the Immortal Realm."
As he spoke, he let the Immortal King Illusion, condensed from his aspiration to beco immortal within his mind, seep into the broken sword.
Suddenly, an elderly voice erged, "What is your na?"
"I am Yang Ji!
"Yang Ji? Your ambition is not small, aiming to beco an Immortal King! Recognizing is the predetermined fate of these millions of years. I have slept an epoch at Sword Peak; today, I shall accompany you and see how far your ambition to ascend to immortality can take us!"
"Thank you for your assistance, senior!" Yang Ji placed the broken sword in the void, bowed with hands clasped before him, and rejoiced inwardly.
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