The Nascent Soul cultivators, upon hearing this, followed the sound and looked towards the fourth Inverse Origin Stone Sword being carried, their expressions becoming strange.

Beneath the indestructible sword, there was an extra line of small characters:

"Tiannan's Number One Swordsman Was Here."

It looked as if it had been forcibly engraved, the strokes sharp like swords, with a sense of imminent, suppressed power.

"What's going on... I don't think this line was here before..."

"Could it be... done by those inner sect elders who came to test it just now?"

"Impossible, Vice Dao Lord Xiong said that although this Inverse Origin Stone Sword doesn't have much offensive power, it is indestructible, comparable to immortal artifacts!"

"Then who did it?"

"Remember this, all of you, keep this matter to yourselves and pretend you didn't see anything. If Vice Dao Lord Xiong finds out, we'll all be in deep trouble!"

"That's for sure!"

"Yes, yes, we must not say anything."

"By the way, what is Tiannan...?"

"Probably some remote, insignificant place..."

Amidst a chorus of increasingly quieter voices, the group of Core Formation cultivators carried the fourth Inverse Origin Stone Sword towards the outside of the plaza, bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

……

Xiong Shan, along with Elder Mo Xie and Han Li and the other ten, did not fly far away. Instead, they landed directly at the foot of the back mountain of Heavenly Sword Peak, standing in the air before a golden mountain wall.

With a flick of his sleeves, four golden sword energies flew out, spiraling around each other and disappearing into a certain spot on the mountain wall.

Initially, the mountain wall did not change at all, as if the golden sword energies had vanished like mud oxen entering the sea. But the next moment, the surface of the mountain wall erupted with golden light, and countless dazzling golden runes leaped out from the surface, intertwining and wrapping around each other in mid-air to form a somewhat peculiar pattern, resembling a sword formation diagram.

Where the golden light enveloped, the mountain wall gradually became translucent.

"Hehe, so this is the entrance to Brother Xiong's famous Heavenly Sword Graveyard. A real eye-opener today," Elder Mo Xie said with a chuckle upon seeing this.

Xiong Shan's expression was solemn, and he did not respond to Elder Mo Xie. Chanting incantations constantly, he waved his sleeves, and golden sword energies flew out from within, all disappearing into the formation diagram, making it clearer.

"Heavenly Sword Graveyard..."

Han Li looked curiously at the formation diagram that had appeared before him. Through this diagram, he seemed to see a black tunnel faintly emerging on the mountain wall.

However, Qi Liang, who was beside him, including Zhu Feng and others, showed a hint of excitement in their eyes.

"Brother Li, what's wrong?" Han Li asked through voice transmission.

"Brother Li hasn't been in the sect for very long, so it's normal not to know about the Heavenly Sword Graveyard... Vice Dao Lord Xiong Shan is a well-known sword fanatic in the sect. It is said that he has countless famous swords in his collection, and the Heavenly Sword Graveyard is where he keeps them, and it is extremely famous in the sect. However, this place is extremely mysterious, and few people in the sect have seen it... I didn't expect that he would take us to the Heavenly Sword Graveyard today, it seems that he wants to refine his magic treasure inside," Qi Liang said through voice transmission.

"Oh, I see." Han Li nodded thoughtfully, also piqued with a hint of interest.

At this time, Xiong Shan's casting had reached the final stage. The golden light on the mountain wall was becoming brighter and brighter, gradually changing from transparent to a thick golden light curtain, with countless forbidden runes flashing on it.

Several muffled sounds!

Seven indentations appeared on the golden light curtain, forming a circle.

Xiong Shan's incantation suddenly stopped, and with a wave of his hand, seven balls of white light shot out, which were seven crescent-shaped golden talisman-like objects.

With a pinch of a magic seal, the seven golden talismans flew out and were inlaid into the indentations on the light curtain, fitting perfectly.

Buzz!

The golden light curtain spewed out countless runes, gradually becoming thinner. After a full quarter of an hour, the light curtain completely disappeared.

A black tunnel appeared, dark and unknown where it led. Divine sense could not probe inside, obviously some mysterious isolation restriction had been applied.

"Let's go!" Xiong Shan took the lead and walked inside.

Elder Mo Xie stepped in without a word, and Han Li and the others naturally followed closely behind.

After everyone stepped into the tunnel, a burst of golden light flowed on the mountain wall, and the entrance to the tunnel turned back into a mountain wall again.

The black tunnel was not short, and it took a full quarter of an hour to reach the end. At the end was a huge cyan stone gate, engraved with countless runes, which looked extremely ancient.

Xiong Shan waved his hand and took out a token from his waist, shaking it gently towards the cyan stone gate. The surface of the stone gate rippled with a trace of cyan light, as if it had awakened from a long slumber.

All the cyan light twisted for a while, gradually condensing into a more complex formation diagram than the one on the mountain wall outside.

Immediately afterwards, Xiong Shan waved his hand, and with a series of whooshing sounds, nine cyan small swords flew out one by one, and pierced into nine places on the stone gate respectively.

The formation diagram on the cyan stone gate flashed wildly for a while, and gradually faded away.

Creak!

The huge stone gate slowly opened!

At this moment, an incomparably dazzling light suddenly shone out from inside.

The light was too sudden, and everyone outside the door, including Elder Mo Xie, subconsciously closed their eyes, their bodies shrouded in the dazzling light, and their figures disappeared into the tunnel out of thin air.

When Han Li opened his eyes again, he only felt a whistling wind in his ears, as if countless majestic sword intents filled this world, and were now rushing towards them with unparalleled sharpness.

After regaining his composure slightly, he scanned his surroundings. Everywhere he looked was lush green. Before him was a vast grassland with a radius of thousands of miles.

On that grassland, there were mounds of blue graves everywhere, and on each grave, there was a flying sword inserted, with a number of over a thousand.

Among these dense graves, there were also ten huge black stone pillars scattered around, each separated by a hundred miles. The entire Heavenly Sword Graveyard grassland was vaguely divided into ten areas with these as the core.

And in these areas, there were three teams of cultivators stationed respectively, each team led by a Mahayana cultivator, leading another nine Integration cultivators, for a total of three hundred people.

Han Li swept his gaze across the grassland in front of him, and took in the layout here. His face only showed a slight surprise, but in fact, his heart was shocked.

Among these grave swords, some were as slender as willow leaves, some were as wide as palace gates, some sword bodies were filled with chilling air, directly freezing the surrounding tens of feet of grass into ice ridges, some sword bodies were still burning with raging flames, and the surrounding hundred feet were scorched earth...

Each of their sword bodies swayed slightly, making bursts of trembling sounds. The astonishing sword energy rushed straight into the sky, cutting all the white clouds in the sky above this world into small, fragmented clouds, making it impossible for them to condense into shape.

Among them, some flying swords vibrated violently from time to time, making bursts of harsh friction sounds, and were actually trying to pull themselves out of the graves. Whenever this happened, the cultivators stationed nearby would pinch their fingers and join forces to suppress them.

Unfortunately, there were too many flying swords on the grassland. Just as one was suppressed, another one rose up. Even some flew up, appearing quite lively.

However, these cultivators seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and they handled it in an orderly manner, without any panic.

Any one of these unruly flying swords, when taken out, would be enough for an Integration cultivator, or even a Mahayana cultivator, to exchange for it at the cost of their entire fortune. And some of the higher-quality flying swords would be greatly envied even by True Immortal Realm cultivators who have cultivated for ten thousand years.

And when these flying swords gathered together and appeared before the eyes of the world, no matter how calm a person's state of mind was, they could not help but feel shocked, because this was not something that could be done simply by relying on strong financial resources.

All of these True Immortal Realm cultivators, without exception, were cultivators who used flying swords as their natal objects. Each of them was proficient in sword control, so when they saw this scene, the shock in their hearts was even more intense.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Feng's expression changed again and again. He laboriously retracted his gaze and looked at Xiong Shan with admiration, exclaiming:

"I have long heard that Dao Lord Xiong's Heavenly Sword Graveyard is extraordinary. Today, I have finally seen it and realized that the past rumors were not only not exaggerated, but were somewhat understated. I am afraid that no one in our entire Candle Dragon Dao can surpass Dao Lord Xiong. It is truly amazing, truly amazing..."

These words were somewhat flattering, but the people present did not find them offensive, because that was what they thought in their hearts, but they just didn't say it.

"It's nothing. This is also what this seat has searched for everywhere for tens of thousands of years, and spent all my energy to collect. It was not easy to assemble the one thousand and eighty flying swords needed for today's sword formation..." Xiong Shan waved his hand and said, but a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Han Li couldn't care about these things at all. His gaze was fixed on the northwest direction of the Heavenly Sword Graveyard grassland.

Because in that area, on top of the seventy-two round graves, there was a green flying sword inserted respectively. The sword bodies trembled constantly, and wisps of slender golden electric arcs ejected from their bodies, as if they were trying to break free from the graves.

These seventy-two green flying swords were none other than Han Li's natal flying swords, the "Azure Bamboo Cloud-Flying Swords", which he had been painstakingly searching for!

At this moment, these flying swords seemed to sense Han Li's presence, and struggled more and more fiercely. The electric light around them flashed brighter and brighter, and it looked like they were about to explode completely.

Upon seeing this, Han Li's pupils shrank slightly, and his mind raced.

Of course he wanted to take back his flying swords immediately, but it would naturally be impossible to ask Xiong Shan for them. And forcibly snatching the flying swords with his own strength would be tantamount to courting death.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and almost in the next moment, he suppressed the thoughts in his heart and directly cut off the connection between his divine soul and the Azure Bamboo Cloud-Flying Swords.

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