Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 279
Chapter 279: Chapter 29: The Sword Skill Will That Has Not Dispersed for a Thousand Years
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The Sword Pavilion was situated at the apex of the ancient peaks of the Limitless Immortal Sect, where the smokey mountaintop was filled with thousands upon thousands of flying swords.
Weapons are inherently instruments of violence.
Since the sword’s existence, it has always been a tool crafted for slaying and elimination. The swords in the hands of cultivators are forged from extraordinary resources and contain parts of Heaven and Earth’s might – the higher the grade, the more powerful they become.
As the sword wielder continuously infuses their will into the sword, nurturing it, the flying sword gradually acquires its unique attributes.
Every flying sword is unique.
The art of nurturing swords and its practitioners were born from this foundation.
The flying swords in the Sword Pavilion of the Limitless Immortal Sect were left behind by sword cultivators of past generations. Additionally, after other sword cultivators fell, their accompanying swords were brought to the Sword Pavilion as well.
Other sects, to varying extents, also collect flying swords. However, compared to the Limitless Immortal Sect, they pale in significance.
The Limitless Immortal Sect’s stash of broken swords has reached a million. The converging Sword Qi can reach the ninth heaven. These masterless flying swords are hazardous and likely to harm people. Hence, a significant amount of resources was spent on constructing this Sword Pavilion.
At this moment.
Zhao Huai arrived at the Sword Pavilion alone, stepping onto the stairway paved with green stones that ascended into great heights.
He looked up at the age-old Sword Pavilion.
The Sword Pavilion has nine levels. It resembles a black pagoda, and on the eaves of each level, there stood an aged lucky beast.
The floating island where the sword pavilion resided was vast. As Zhao Huai ascended the pavilion, he saw many passing Sect Disciples, and occasionally, Disciples riding on their swords whizzing past above his head.
Detached training areas for practicing swords were arranged around the tower. At a glance, there were a thousand people standing on each of the duelling platforms, all of them brandishing their swords in practice.
After observing for a while, Zhao Huai quickened his pace and soon reached the peak of the staircase.
He hadn’t stepped into the Sword Pavilion when a bone-piercing, overwhelming aura attacked him from the front. A mysterious aura permeated throughout the Sword Pavilion.
“Your Highness, you’re finally here.”
Zhao Huai turned his head to see a stern-faced, middle-aged man with a lengthy beard on his cheek, who nodded slightly at him.
“Are you the responsible person that Elder Bai mentioned?”
“Indeed, I am the Elder in charge of the Sword Dispensation in the Sword Pavilion. My last name is Guan; you can just call me Elder Guan.”
The middle-aged man nodded gently, his facial expression seriously meticulous. He was in a bright yellow long shirt with a pair of stylish long beards flanking his cheek. Clearly, he must have been a handsome man in his youth.
“Thank you for your assistance.”
Soon afterwards, Zhao Huai officially stepped into the Sword Pavilion’s gate alongside Elder Guan.
He looked around, and the first floor of the Sword Pavilion was filled with all styles of flying swords.
The better ones are displayed on sword racks, the less desirable ones are casually tossed in a corner, deserted.
There were still a lot of disciples observing the swords inside, but everyone was entirely silent, making no sounds. They quietly observed every sword, seemingly seeking for the flying swords suitable for them.
Upon entering, Zhao Huai felt a chill that seemed to belong to the weapons.
The temperature dropped, causing an involuntary shiver to run through him.
With great care, he noticed an approximately two meters tall ink painting at the very end of the first floor. The figure on it was brandishing a sword, standing alone in mid-air. Below him was a vast army of demons. Despite his faced swarmed with enemies, the sword-wielding figure showed no fear and bore an invincible aura, readying his sword.
The painting seemed lifelike. The figure’s scornful expression seemed ready to leap off the painting.
Seeing Zhao Huai’s gaze wandering over, Elder Guan explained, “This is one of the few Sword Immortal Ancestors in the history of the Limitless Sword
Immortal. He is a senior who has completed the cultivation of the Sword Immortal’s Sword Manual and earned the title of Sword Saint. He was also the one who presided over the construction of the Sword Pavilion. Several thousand years ago, this place was merely a sword tomb, scattering swords unattended.”
Zhao Huai nodded his head and swept his eyes around before asking, “May I ask how many flying swords are in the Sword Pavilion?”
Upon hearing this, Elder Guan thought for a moment and said, “The last time the number of flying swords was counted was eighty-six years ago. Back then, it had already exceeded a million. Over the years, I don’t know how many sword cultivators have fallen and have their accompanying swords brought here. I guess there should be over a million now.”
Zhao Huai listened and remained focused on the strangely shaped flying swords.
They were arranged one next to the other on several wooden racks. At first glance, it was daunting, and the end was not in sight.
Some swords were still decent, appearing ordinary, but some flying swords gleamed with a gloomy light. From afar, you could feel the chill, the coldness seeping into your bones.
Zhao Huai noticed a particularly charming black long sword. He couldn’t help but want to touch it, but he was interrupted by a voice.
“Don’t touch it recklessly!”
Zhao Huai turned around to look.
An old man with a goat beard, wearing a hemp brown long shirt, rushed over and scolded him.
The goat-bearded old man just glanced at the black long sword and warned
Zhao Huai,
“This sword is named MO Yuan. It weighs about four pounds and two ounces, about three feet and six inches long. It was the accompanying sword of a devil cultivator in the Late Initiation Stage. It has been stained with a lot of blood, and ordinary people touching it haphazardly would be affected by the will in the sword. It is hazardous.”
“Once you’re in here, you only look, but don’t touch; let the flying swords choose their masters. Isn’t this the rule of the Sword Pavilion that you are made unaware of?”
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Huai expresses his regret.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know the rules.”
Seeing this situation, Elder Guan frowned and said, “Old man Wang, this man is a distinguished guest of our Limitless Immortal Sect; don’t be impolite.”
The man known as old man Wang maintained a stubborn look on his face and said, “I don’t care who he is. My duty is to prevent these swords from hurting anyone and to prevent anyone from damaging these swords..”
