Chapter 421: Sword Atlas (2/2)
“The Thousand Sword Immortal was able to create an atlas of ten thousand immortal swords at the same time. I can’t do that yet, but I can create an atlas of a thousand and eighty flying swords!
“Once I’ve created a hundred sword atlases, I’ll have a hundred and eight thousand flying swords at my command!” With this in mind, Lu Yun began cultivating the combat art.
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The central world was silent, save for the sounds of conflict from clashes between cultivators. There were no living things, only barren burial mounds, terrifying skeletons, and spirits inhabited the land.
Lu Yun had secluded himself within a cavern, the little nun standing guard at the entrance. She’d studiously guarded him all this time, driving away monsters and cultivators alike that approached the cavern. She wasn’t in a rush to ascend.
After returning to the nascent spirit realm, she’d noticed numerous minute flaws left in her cultivation from back when she was inexperienced and impatient. Although there was no telling what fixing the flaws would do once she returned to her true body, she still made an attempt to do so.
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Ten days passed.
It’d been seventeen days since the cultivators arrived at the land of darkness, and twenty days since the Sovereign Meet had commenced. Many had grown accustomed to the environment and raised their cultivation through hunting.
Ten days ago, there’d only been a handful of void realm cultivators, and they were considered the best of the best. Now, most cultivators had reached the spirit realm, and a good number had recovered to their peak—the void realm.
The dark land of unknown size saw surging immortal light every so often over the past few days, indicating that more burial mounds had been broken into and their legacies unearthed. Many cultivators reached new heights after obtaining these legacies, exceeding their peak and reaching even the unravelled void or the returned void realm!
Slowly but surely, the mysterious veil concealing the truth of the land was being lifted. Small burial mounds were located on the fringes, while behemoth burial mounds stood at the heart of the land, each of them towering like a mountain.
That was where the legacy of the true heavyweights was buried.
A great number of cultivators had been eliminated, leaving only a little more than a hundred thousand. Ten powerful leaders were born among them, and they’d gathered their own followers to use as scouts in the behemoth burial mounds.
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Bam!
On the seventh day, there were finally signs of Lu Yun’s closed door cultivation coming to an end. Powerful sword energy soared into the sky, triggering natural phenomena that were as dramatic as those the ancient legacy had triggered.
“Help, little female!” The little nun was about to look in on Lu Yun when a voice wailed at her.
She turned, and her eyes widened in recognition.
“Oh, it’s you.”