1293 Swordfiend Abyss (1/2)

At a Golden City lake garden not too far away from the noodle house.

Two figures strolled around the lake as they chatted.

”This garden hasn't changed too much over all these years. It's probably the least commercialized place in the entire Golden City now. It's been a few years since I was last here,” Sword11 introduced the place casually.

”It's pretty good for morning exercises.” Lin Huang saw some older men and women beginning their morning exercises here, but there was one more thing he did not say aloud— that this place was even better for plaza dancing.

”You're not a hundred years old yet, are you?” Sword11 asked suddenly.

”Nope.” Lin Huang gave a minimal reply without telling Sword11 that he was actually only nineteen.

”To think your Sword Dao is already approaching the true meaning, and you're not even a hundred yet. That's some talent and potential you have there,” Sword11 praised him.

”I've been training my sword skills since childhood, but I'm not at all talented. I only understood the level-1 Sword Dao when I was 183, and I was more than 1,500 years old when I got to the level you are now. In terms of actual combat power, though, ten of the me's back then would be no match for you as you are now…”

Lin Huang listened to Sword11's rant quietly without interrupting.

”Then, when I was 1,561 years old, I accidentally stumbled onto some ruins that changed me completely from inside out. After that, my Sword Dao improved tremendously…”

Lin Huang's pupils dilated slightly at that. It was highly likely that Sword11 was talking about the Great Heaven inheritance, he guessed. Finally, he could not hold back anymore, asking,

”You received the inheritance from those ruins?”

”No. I wasn't talented enough.” Sword11 just shook his head and smiled bitterly. ”Even after my transformation, I was still nowhere near talented enough for that lord.”

After Sword11 said that, Lin Huang could now be certain that he was talking about the Great Heaven inheritance.

Sword11's current talent at the Sword Dao was the strongest Lin Huang had seen, aside from his own (and that was because he had a cheat code). Even among the Protoss, this class-4 supreme god-level genius was one in a million.

Lin Huang even suspected that Sword11 might not be weaker than Buried Heaven should their combat levels be equal.

However, even a genius like that said that he was not talented enough to obtain the inheritance.

It was likely that only Great Heaven, a man who conquered an era, could be that picky about his heir.

”Are you telling me this because it has something to do with the reason you came to me, sir?” Lin Huang did not quite understand why Sword11 would tell him all these secrets of his own accord.

”Although I didn't earn his inheritance, I promised that lord I would find him a suitable heir,” Sword11 explained at his own pace. ”After I left the ruins, I've actually been secretly approaching all sorts of sword cultivating geniuses over all these years, sending them into the ruins to participate in the trials.”

”Did anyone succeed?” Lin Huang hurriedly asked.

”No.” Sword11 shook his head helplessly. 'Over the past millennia, I've identified thirty-five talented sword cultivators, and not one of them passed the first round.”

”No one even passed the first round?!” Lin Huang was quite surprised.

”No one even passed the first round.” Sword11 nodded.

”How many rounds are there in total?”

”I don't know that either. At least three or four, I guess.” Sword11 shook his head with a laugh.

”Can I ask one more thing? How high is the trial's survival rate?” Lin Huang asked again.