Chapter 281: 30: Sword of the Ancestor Flame
Translator: 549690339
As the floors ascended.
The pressure on Zhao Huai gradually increased, and he could clearly feel that the sword intention above him became much stronger, so the original owners of these swords must be formidable existences.
“Can’t handle it anymore?”
Old man Wang looked back, smiled faintly, his tone sarcastic, yet he seemed fine.
Zhao Huai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, the Eight-turn Golden Core revolved slightly, summoning the power of the blazing sun illusion. Sword qi leaped and emerged from his body, emitting a crimson glow, converging on his body’s surface and forming a solid barrier.
He opened his eyes and said calmly:
“A man cannot admit that he can’t handle it.” When old man Wang saw this, he muttered quietly:
“Eight-turn Golden Core... I see.”
“It’s quite interesting.”
Old man Wang’s eyes revealed an imperceptible smile.
“You can come up. Welcome to the sixth floor of the sword pavilion. As long as you can pick one of the swords on this floor, it’s a testament to your own ability.”
As soon as Zhao Huai stepped into this floor, he was faced with an overwhelming and vast sword skill aura.
Compared to the pressure below, the swords here were even more powerful, giving a sense of compulsion. The darkness seemed to have countless pairs of eyes staring at him.
A bone-chilling breeze brushed past his ears, like whispers of greetings.
Elder Guan said solemnly, “The swords on this floor are all extremely dangerous, and they are all walking swords of the Mighty in the Rebirth Realm and above. Your Highness, be careful and let things happen naturally. Safety first, don’t force it.”
“I understand, Elder.”
Zhao Huai nodded, and then walked into the dark room where the swords were stored.
There weren’t many swords here, and they were not arranged so closely, making the space feel more expansive.
Quickly, a bluish-green sword scabbard caught Zhao Huai’s attention, and he leaned in for a closer look.
“Damaged Immortal Swords, of very good quality, have all been used by the Mighty in the sword skill realm. After ascending, they were left here. They may be suitable for you.”
“It seems like the last time someone took a Damaged Immortal Sword from here was twenty years ago. Time flies so fast.” Old man Wang said nostalgically.
“Was it Zi Yun?”
A woman in a purple skirt appeared in Zhao Huai’s mind.
Old man Wang thought for a moment and said as he twirled his goatee, “It’s her. She has great talents and excellent flowing qi, so a damaged immortal sword followed her and became a superior flying sword after recasting.”
Zhao Huai crouched on the ground, observing these immortal swords, looking at the rusty cracks, as if they had experienced a great battle and were then discarded here. “Senior, can I touch it?”
Zhao Huai asked again.
Old man Wang pouted and said, “You really don’t change. You’re still so eager to touch the sword.”
After contemplating for a moment, he sighed: “Considering your high level of sword skill, I’ll make an exception this time. But let me warn you first, you can touch, but absolutely do not believe anything you see.”
“I understand.”
Zhao Huai nodded vigorously in agreement.
“Go ahead and touch it.”
Old man Wang didn’t fuss, sat down on the floor, supported his chin, and watched Zhao Huai.
With permission granted, Zhao Huai extended his hand, slowly approaching the damaged immortal sword.
In the end, his slender index finger stroked the sword edge.
The first touch felt cold, with a grainy sensation from the rust.
It seemed nothing special.
Just an ordinary sword.
Zhao Huai thought as much.
Suddenly, a vast aura spread from the damaged immortal sword’s body, and a powerful sword intention instantly poured into Zhao Huai’s mind..