Legend of Swordsman

4748 Sword Heaven

Jian Wushuang’s face was red and swollen because he could not dodge in time, but it was far less shocking than the Young Emperor’s swollen face.

The Fairies seemed to have determined that the Young Emperor was a real lecher and took care of him with all their might, so Jian Wushuang escaped a mighty beating.

The Young Emperor picked up a cloud and put it on his face before continuing, “Brother Jian, I’m actually taking you to a place called Sword Heaven in the Heavenly Court.” ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelenglish.net . Firᴇ(.)nᴇt

“I saw that the sword at your waist was already broken, so I wanted to find another one or try to integrate your Sword Dao in the Sword Heaven.”

Hearing that, Jian Wushuang started to believe what he said.

After all, judging from the Young Emperor’s previous style of doing things, he would not frivolously take him to peek at Fairies bathing.

“What kind of place is the Sword Heaven you mentioned?” Jian Wushuang asked.

“It’s probably a place to keep the obsessions,” the Young Emperor said. “The obsessions of some of my old brothers who fought with my Imperial Father are sleeping there.”

Jian Wushuang nodded and did not speak anymore.

The two of them rested on the pavilion’s roof for a few days before they set off for Sword Heaven.

After leaving the platform, Jian Wushuang saw a small world at the edge of the Heavenly Realm, which was shrouded in chaos.

Even with his abilities as a Yan Immortal, he was unable to investigate what was in the chaos.

However, from the powerful auras that would occasionally be emitted from this world, any of these obsessions had most likely been extremely terrifying existences when they were alive.

Led by the Young Emperor, they entered the chaotic and hazy mist before they truly entered the so-called Sword Heaven.

As his foot landed on the ground, it stirred up a cloud of gray sand.

As far as Jian Wushuang could see, all he could see was gray sand and stones. The dried tree trunks and branches were facing the sky, as if they were crying.

The gray sandy surface extended into the distance and intersected with the sky.

“Guard your heart. The killing intent and obsession here are too strong. If you’re eroded, it’ll be hard to pull it out,” the Young Emperor warned in a deep voice.

Jian Wushuang nodded. From the moment he entered Sword Heaven, he felt that the whole world was made up of killing intent and an indescribable obsession.

It was hard for him to imagine that there would be such a place in the peaceful Heavenly Court and Heavenly Realms.

As if it had sensed the invasion of external forces, the Sword Heaven began to fluctuate, and a supreme obsession shuttled back and forth.

The Young Emperor threw out a golden seal, and then all the obsessions disappeared.

After traveling through the sword sky for a few dozen breaths, a huge black stone hall appeared in the gray sand.

Perhaps it was because no one had set foot here at all, that giant hall was almost half-buried in the gray sand, appearing desolate and desolate.

“This giant hall is where my father’s brothers placed their obsessions,” the Young Emperor looked at Jian Wushuang and said. “Your sword principle is unparalleled. However, the people in this hall are not ordinary. I think they will be of some help to your sword principle.”

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang could not help but think of the heaven-defying book, the Collection of Swords, in his arms. If there was really a Heaven’s Favorite with perfect swordsmanship, he could make a copy and study it carefully…”

As he pushed open the heavy doors of the hall, a familiar smell of forging entered Jian Wushuang’s nose.

To the sword-wielder, this aura of iron and fire was the most intimate aura.

This was the taste of forging swords.

Jian Wushuang, who had been calm, could not wait to see the person the Young Emperor had mentioned.

The entire hall was vast and spacious, and it was built without any order.

The entire hall was like a burning furnace, and the entire ground seemed to be like magma, emitting a crimson color.

Jian Wushuang scanned the entire main hall. Apart from the hundreds of seats, there were only the faded murals on the surrounding walls that were somewhat eye-catching.

Due to the long passage of time, the color of the murals had faded by more than half, but Jian Wushuang could still guess that the murals depicted the most tragic battle.

The Heavenly Region was torn apart, countless Yan Immortals were dying, determined.

Jian Wushuang did not delve into the meaning of the murals. He believed that all the Heavenly Regions had a tragic past and nothing could be changed.

It seemed that it was not the Young Emperor’s first time here. He led Jian Wushuang forward with great familiarity.

After leaving the main hall, the air began to turn from stuffy to dry.

Even the Yan power that was scattered outside the surface of his body seemed to be burning, which showed how high the temperature was.

“This fellow is not good with words and has a quiet personality. But when it comes to sword forging, no one would dare to claim first if he said he was second.”

As they walked, the Young Emperor said, “In addition, he is the only disciple of an old friend of my Imperial Father. His swordsmanship is unfathomable.”

“Speaking of my Imperial Father’s old friend, he’s the only Sword Immortal I’ve ever seen who has reached the peak of perfection in Sword Dao.”

Jian Wushuang listened quietly. He had yet to come into contact with the Sword Immortal and the entire situation of the Great Yan Domain.

The only one he had met so far was the Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi, who was unbelievably powerful when he was in the Divine Power Universe.

It was only the Extictive Sword Strike, but it made all the other sword moves pale.

However, Jian Wushuang suddenly remembered that before he went to the Heavenly Court, there was a mysterious man who never appeared from the beginning to the end. He tore apart the Heavenly Region with his sword and killed dozens of Yan Immortals.

Could that mysterious man be a Sword Immortal?

Without an answer, some people or things might always be fleeting.

“In order to let this guy concentrate on forging swords, I’ve given him all the swords in the entire Sword Heaven without telling Imperial Father.”

“The last time I saw him was during the Heavenly Court’s banquet. I wonder if he has made any progress.”

He strolled forward. After an unknown amount of time, when the ground beneath his feet disappeared, he had reached the end of the hall.

However, the next scene shocked Jian Wushuang.

Behind this giant hall, there was actually a huge chasm!

In this chasm, there was purple-red lava flowing from the earth’s core, roaring and surging.

Countless True Swords hung high above the chasm, and silver-white water droplets were slowly dripping from the tip of each True Sword.

Jian Wushuang saw it clearly and found it even more unbelievable.

Every drop of the silver-white water was actually Sword Intent!

It was a condensed and concretized Sword Intent!

What kind of technique was this to be able to refine True Swords and extract Sword Intent like this?