However, at this moment, a sudden loud tremor reverberated from the high altitude.

Wang Yu looked up, his pupils constricting slightly.

Above the sea of swords, a white cloud cluster with golden edges was suspended in isolation.

Above the cloud cluster, a huge white stone altar hovered motionless, shaped like an octagon, surrounded by eight golden pillars, each dozens of feet high, with golden dragons coiling around them, carved with lifelike detail, appearing quite magnificent.

Wang Yu frowned slightly and was about to fly forward to investigate when he heard another loud bang from the altar. A beam of red light shot out from the cloud cluster below the altar.

Immediately afterward, a ball of crimson flame suddenly surged from the center of the white cloud cluster, and a patch of dazzling scarlet quickly replaced the white, instantly igniting the entire cloud cluster.

At the same time, the area beneath the white stone altar also transformed into a sea of crimson flames, the raging fire reflecting a red glow on half of the sky.

With the cloud cover gone, Wang Yu immediately saw the figure of a short, middle-aged man standing on the suspended altar.

This person was none other than Xiong Shan.

At this moment, he wore a solemn expression, his hands raised high, continuously waving towards the sky, with sounds of chanting emanating from his mouth.

Above his head, a fan-sized black iron plaque hovered, slightly bulging in the middle and curved on both sides, resembling the "Dan Shu Tie Quan" bestowed by secular dynasties, with the four characters "Wan Jian Gui Zong" engraved on it.

Accompanying the obscure chanting, the flames beneath the altar burned even more vigorously, waves of heat visible to the naked eye rolled in, scorching the surrounding void until it rippled.

Within the sea of swords, countless flying swords swayed violently, like grass in a storm, colliding with each other, creating a tinkling sound.

Wang Yu frowned tightly, a sudden realization flashing through his mind.

The so-called "Thousand-Peak Spirit Gathering Sword Formation" that Xiong Shan painstakingly created within the Candle Dragon Path by collecting a thousand spiritual swords was likely learned from this Sword Sect of No Life.

And the sword sea sword formation here should be the original, true Spirit Gathering Sword Formation.

Using this place as a foundation, the suspended altar as a furnace, and the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Token as a guide, gathering the spirits of countless flying swords within this sea of swords, truly achieving the unity of ten thousand swords.

What audacity!

"Ten! Thousand! Swords! Gather! Spirit!"

Just then, a thunderous roar erupted from above the high-altitude altar!

The sound was like rolling thunder, booming and resonating, causing this entire space to tremble.

Instantly, the entire mountain peak shook violently, and the invisible sword qi trapped within the sea of swords soared into the sky.

Wang Yu saw a gentle breeze seemingly sweep through the sea of swords, instantly causing the lush green grass growing within to snap in unison, reduced to powder by the pervasive invisible sword qi.

The countless flying swords that had been swaying in the wind now froze as if receiving some instruction, standing straight in the sea of swords like soldiers preparing for battle, their sword tips pointing directly at the sky, motionless.

On the altar, Xiong Shan took a deep breath, suddenly waving his palm, and a golden flying sword immediately flew from his palm, turning into a golden ray, and after spinning in the air for a moment, it suddenly hovered below the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Token.

Xiong Shan then used his fingers like a knife, carving in the void, golden light flowing from his fingertips, and the participating light traces condensed into a golden rune about ten feet in size, flashing and disappearing onto the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Token.

The Ten Thousand Swords Iron Token trembled violently, emitting a refreshing hum.

Immediately afterward, fine lines began to appear on the entire token, connecting with each other, emitting a dazzling golden light.

With a loud "boom!"

A golden pillar of light, incomparably thick, spewed out from the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Token, reaching straight into the sky, and then exploded in the high altitude like fireworks, transforming into a dazzling golden light curtain.

On the golden light curtain, countless illusory figures vaguely formed.

Among them were golden-armored gods as tall as giants, wielding broad-bladed giant swords to destroy cities and shake mountains, as well as shadowy masked assassins, wielding needle-like thin sword blades to pluck hearts and behead heads...

There were also graceful flying women, wielding swords and dancing with flowing ribbons, as well as thin, long-bearded old men, wielding their fingers to command sword qi, traversing horizontally... myriad laws and myriad phenomena, myriad swords and myriad shadows, endless varieties.

Wang Yu frowned tightly, staring intently at the countless phantoms in the golden light curtain, with specks of golden light reflected in his pupils.

At this moment, his entire body and mind seemed to be immersed in it.

He only felt as if he had also merged into the golden light curtain, becoming one of them, urging the seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, dancing freely, and blooming lotus flowers of sword shadows in the void.

Just as he was immersed in it, the sea of fire beneath the suspended altar suddenly changed, the flames swirling and twisting, transforming into a huge vortex of fire, from which emanated waves of strong attractive force.

Within the sea of swords below, all the flying swords, sensing the call, suddenly trembled in chaos, rising from the ground one after another, transforming into a turbulent torrent of flying swords, flying towards the vortex of fire.

The void above the entire sea of swords became chaotic, with sword lights of various colors randomly refracting everywhere, cutting the entire void into pieces. The invisible sword qi was no longer confined to the sea of swords, and began to escape in all directions.

"Chichi"

Two sounds of tearing cloth came, and the clothes on Wang Yu's body were swept by the sword qi, and two extremely long slits were immediately torn open.

He himself remained motionless, looking at the sky, as if completely unaware.

In the high altitude, thousands of flying swords poured into the vortex of fire, and were instantly burned red, emitting mournful tremors.

At the location of their sword guards, light condensed, and balls of light of various colors flew out from them, which were the pure sword essence of these flying swords.

The flying swords that had been stripped of their sword essence quickly dimmed, and within a few breaths, they were refined into a pool of lava-like liquid, melted into the flames, and disappeared.

The capacity of the fire vortex was limited, and each time it could only absorb thousands of flying swords. Wang Yu's Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords were located at the rear, still a distance away from entering the vortex, but based on this deduction, it was only a matter of dozens of breaths.

On the suspended altar, Xiong Shan's brows were also tightly furrowed together, and he murmured, "Very good, just fall into the Myriad Swords Spirit Diagram like this. When this seat has refined this peerless immortal sword, I will use you to test the sword..."

In fact, he had already noticed Wang Yu's arrival, but he was busy urging the great formation and had no time to take care of it.

In front of him, in the center of the suspended altar, there was a hollow area, in which sword essence light spheres were floating out, suspended in mid-air.

Seeing this, Xiong Shan's face revealed joy, his hands crossed in front of him, pinching a strange magic formula, and pointed towards the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Token.

The golden lines on the iron token flashed suddenly, and a golden glow shot out from it, enveloping the golden long sword below, and condensing into a vortex of golden color on it that was as solid as substance.

As soon as the vortex formed, the sword essence light spheres suspended on the altar immediately flew over, frantically pouring into Xiong Shan's natal flying sword.

The golden long sword emitted bursts of trembling, and golden light rippled on the sword body, spreading arcs of golden light all around.

While the altar above began to devour sword essence, the fire vortex below continued to absorb new flying swords, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords were wrapped in it, constantly approaching the vortex.

Just then, Wang Yu, who had been standing still in place, suddenly trembled, and the golden light in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a layer of blue light.

"What a powerful array diagram!"

Wang Yu exclaimed, but a hint of joy flashed across his face.

The myriad phenomena in this golden light curtain and the Myriad Swords Diagram he obtained in the past belonged to the same source, but it was obviously several times more profound and brilliant. It could even be said that the Myriad Swords Diagram should be a copy derived from this diagram.

When he was watching this diagram, Wang Yu had intentionally let go, allowing his mind to sink into it, otherwise, with his divine sense that had cultivated the third level of the Spirit Refining Technique, he would not have been immersed in it without knowing it.

The result of being so completely immersed in it was that he not only gained a deeper understanding of the changes in the various sword arrays, but also figured out the origin and operation method of the sword sea formation here.

Xiong Shan, on the altar, saw Wang Yu suddenly wake up, his expression changed, and he exclaimed:

"How is this possible?"

It was no wonder that he was so surprised. As a True Immortal sword cultivator, when he first saw the Myriad Swords Spirit Diagram, he was trapped in it for seven days and seven nights, and only by chance did he wake up.

Afterwards, although he had gained the Thousand-Peak Spirit Gathering Sword Formation from it, his divine sense was damaged and his vitality was greatly injured, so he had to withdraw from this place helplessly. After waiting for so many years, he had the opportunity to make a comeback.

Xiong Shan gritted his teeth, feeling resentful in his heart, and pushed forward with both hands, using immortal spiritual power to push the sword essence light spheres, accelerating their influx into his natal flying sword.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng..."

Countless flying swords, like ascending dragons, twisted together, constantly pouring into the vortex of fire.

Wang Yu turned his head and saw the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords mixed in it, and the distance from the flames was only a hundred feet.

His eyes narrowed, he raised his foot and stomped, the mountain peak shook violently, and the whole person flew upside down like a meteorite, heading straight for the "sword dragon".

However, as soon as he flew into the sky above the sea of swords, a suffocating invisible force pressed down from all directions, pressing his body down to the ground.

At the same time, bursts of violent wind roared in his ears, and the chaotic sword qi that filled the space kept cutting towards him, tearing out cracks in his clothes all over his body.

Wang Yu roared, the blue Profound Aperture light on his body flickered, and a layer of translucent crystal film immediately appeared on his body, blocking all the invisible sword qi outside.

With a loud "boom!"

Under the pressure of the invisible force, his body fell heavily, and his legs were crushed and plunged into the ground.

Wang Yu's heart trembled, he strained his neck and looked up into the high altitude, and saw Xiong Shan standing on the edge of the altar, one hand pinching the magic formula connected to the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Token, and the other hand reaching out from the altar to press down on the sea of swords below.

He was also staring at Wang Yu, his eyes full of resentment.

At this moment, he had naturally realized that the person in front of him was Li Feiyu from back then, the person who had somehow stolen his sword formation.

That is, the so-called "No. 1 Sword Cultivator of the South"!