Unfortunately, using a stronger Heavenly Gaze would show them the same result. They were wearing black robes that had turned white because they had been washed many times, they were poor and a bit lonely-like someone stumbling on their luck or a member of a weak sect. Their long hair was a mess, hanging down, covering half of their face. They resembled that middle-aged man who had thrown swords into the abyss and escaped from Li Qiye. They seem to be made from the same mold, and they look exactly alike from appearance to expression. Some worked in groups while others worked on their own from start to finish. In other words, they were blacksmiths crafting divine swords. But individuals performed various tasks – smelting ores, hammering, sharpening, controlling flames and air. Most importantly, they were all the same person - completely identical. No outsider would believe this scene here. Oddly enough, there was no fighting here - a stark contrast to previous areas. However, this was the deepest area of the Sword Vault, the most dangerous area. They were busy at work and usually, this shouldn't be surprising. In the Sword world this blessed land had a group of individuals here. They had come to Sword Abyss before and did not obtain Divine Swords so easily. Every piece of metal earned him a divine sword. The most surprising thing was how effective it was. This man was clearly using broken pieces found in Sword Burial. Other cultivators were tossing cheap swords but ultimately, they were still swords. However, he was doing something extraordinary - tossing one scrap metal after another into the abyss. Alas, that person used the sword to kill him, meaning that there was still a superior sword dao.ĭragon cries, phoenix screeches, tiger roars starry lights, incinerating flames… the divine swords all had their own visual phenomena that were summoned by him in the abyss of the sword. His sword dao was absolutely untouchable for many epochs. He stared at Li Qiye and revealed the shocking truth. “ My sword was unbeatable, no other dao could touch me. When he remembered the battle that took place at that time - that was the greatest battle he had ever fought and the most wonderful one. He had fought against That Person during the distant chaotic years.And in the end he died.
His monstrous power simply prevented time from erasing his existence. People would only believe this after witnessing with their own eyes.Īlas, despite the lack of any discernible difference, his true body was indeed dead. Nonetheless, they seemed to still be surviving here in a manner no different from other living people. The rest of the avatars were the same way, the reason being that the true body had died long ago. “Dead” didn’t come up in their mind at all, only that he was mysterious. In fact, outsiders had seen him back at the abyss. This would frighten listeners because there was nothing odd going on with him, simply another middle-aged man - alive.
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