Kapitel 66: Three Million Swords Rise Today
In the one hundred and twenty-first year.
Chen Xia's diary was lost, but it didn't matter. He didn't plan to write it anymore either.
Actually, there wasn't anything important recorded in the diary, nor were his true thoughts written down. After all, which serious person would write their true thoughts in a diary?
It was just a pastime for his leisure time.
During this period, the Old Fisherman came to find Chen Xia once and asked him a rather profound question.
"How deep do you think you can dive into the Sword Sea?"
Chen Xia thought for a moment. Based on his own cultivation level and his understanding of the Sword Sea, he gave his answer.
"I don't know."
The Old Fisherman wasn't too satisfied with his answer. With his hands behind his back and his eyes slightly slanted, he said.
"Five hundred years later, during the sect entrance selection, all the disciples who successfully enter the sect will have an opportunity to gain enlightenment in the Sword Sea."
"Since your Dao Heart is damaged and you can't participate in the sect entrance selection, I've still applied for the opportunity of gaining enlightenment in the Sword Sea for you."
Chen Xia quickly got up and clasped his fists, saying, "Thank you, old codger."
"What does that mean?" The Old Fisherman was a bit puzzled.
"It's a dialect from my hometown. That's what we call respected elders," Chen Xia explained.
"Um." The Old Fisherman nodded and didn't dwell on it too much. After all, the universe was so vast that it was impossible for him to know every dialect.
"You must pay attention to the matter of gaining enlightenment in the Sword Sea and make preparations early. It's something that's extremely beneficial. The deeper you dive, the greater the harvest will be."
The Old Fisherman explained about gaining enlightenment in the Sword Sea. Then he lifted his foot and walked slowly, squinting his eyes slightly and speaking softly.
"I know your Dao Heart is damaged, so I'm not letting you fight with other disciples for now. But your Dao Heart can't be damaged forever. You understand this principle, right?"
There was a hint of warning in his words. He probably had already seen that Chen Xia was pretending.
This was understandable. After all, Chen Xia had completely defeated the Imperial Capital, and he used an external incarnation to do it.
If you still said your Dao Heart was damaged, the Imperial Capital would probably curse you.
Chen Xia's expression remained unchanged as he nodded and replied, "Yes, disciple understands."
The Old Fisherman didn't dwell too much on this topic either. He thought that Chen Xia should know how to handle this properly. He didn't need to say too much and still wanted to maintain the image of a kind teacher.
Thinking of this, the Old Fisherman showed extra concern and said.
"You should be more careful in the sect recently. There seem to be some strange insects around, or it might be some mysterious means from other sects. I always feel as if I've been bitten by a mosquito."
"Although it doesn't hurt, it just makes me feel uncomfortable in my heart. And this feeling is extremely punctual. It comes once every five years. You should pay attention. If you notice this phenomenon, remember to tell me."
Chen Xia looked worried and said, "You must take good care of yourself. I'm still waiting to see you off when the time comes."
The Old Fisherman frowned slightly and was silent for a moment. He always felt that something was wrong with what he heard, but he couldn't figure out what it was. So he frowned and praised.
"You're so filial. As your teacher, I haven't wasted my efforts on you."
"It should be the younger generation seeing off the older generation." Chen Xia nodded.
The Old Fisherman didn't want to talk too much about this topic and asked instead, "Where's that Big Yellow Dog? You seem to have been quite close to it recently."
Chen Xia replied, "I needed a spirit pet to guard the house at home, so I asked it to come."
"Um." The Old Fisherman responded noncommittally and said slowly.
"This Big Yellow Dog is also quite strange. It doesn't have any other skills, but it sure can live a long life. I remember when I first came to the Cangtian Sword Sea, it was already guarding the outside of the Sword Forest.
"Now after so many years, it's still guarding there. However, its identity is actually also that of a disciple of the Cangtian Sword Sea. If we really talk about seniority based on age, I'd have to call it senior brother."
This was the Old Fisherman's self-mockery.
Chen Xia waved his hand and laughed, "How embarrassing that would be."
The Old Fisherman was stunned. He looked Chen Xia up and down a few times but didn't say anything. After a long while, he finally said in a low voice.
"As long as you don't slack off in your cultivation, everything else is fine. Geniuses have privileges everywhere, and the Cangtian Sword Sea is no exception. I hope you understand this."
"Also, you've been in the Moving Mountains Realm for fifty years. It's time for you to go into the Sword Forest and get a sword of your own. The sooner, the better."
After saying this, the Old Fisherman disappeared in a flash.
Chen Xia stayed in the room, thinking about the Sword Forest.
In the past few decades, the Big Yellow Dog had told Chen Xia about the Sword Forest.
Since the Cangtian Sword Sea had the word 'sword' in it, it definitely had something to do with swords.
And the swords stored in the Sword Forest were flying swords.
Each flying sword had its own innate supernatural ability. Even high-quality flying swords could nurture sword spirits. From then on, as long as the sword spirit didn't die, the flying sword wouldn't be destroyed.
There were three million flying swords in the Sword Forest.
They were guarded by sword attendants, waiting for people to come and take the swords. Every time someone took a flying sword away, they would have to endure a strike from the sword attendant.
According to legend, the sword attendants had existed since the founding of the Cangtian Sword Sea. They were transformed from the will of a saint, losing all thoughts in exchange for the will to guard the swords for several great eras.
Only cultivators in the Moving Mountains Realm could enter to take the swords.
This was because only those in the Moving Mountains Realm could withstand a strike from the sword attendant without dying.
Then what was the realm of the sword attendants?
The Big Yellow Dog didn't know either. All it knew was that the cultivators in the Moving Mountains Realm who entered would roll out half-dead, but at least they got the swords.
Now it was time for Chen Xia to go and get his sword.
Since the Old Fisherman had urged him, Chen Xia couldn't delay any longer. At least he had to put on a good show on the surface.
Just to be on the safe side, Chen Xia added all the points he had accumulated over the years to his luck, just enough to make it a round number, two hundred luck points.
He even directly obtained an achievement and reached the intermediate level of [The Chosen One], and would be secretly protected by the Heavenly Dao.
However, Chen Xia still hoped that the protection could be in the open instead of in secret, so that he would feel more secure.
The Big Yellow Dog also learned that Chen Xia was going to get his sword and came running, crying, to see Chen Xia off. While crying, it shouted.
"Brother, because of you, I'll remember this hundred years."
Standing at the entrance of the Sword Forest, Chen Xia thought that this dog couldn't be kept. Damn it, it had a rebellious streak.
He gave the Big Yellow Dog a deep look, then turned around and walked into the huge bronze door.
It was called the Sword Forest, but it was actually more like a sword tomb. Of course, there was no intention of cursing here.
Because each sword was stuck on a small mound, so it looked like a sword tomb.
Chen Xia didn't know if these small mounds were graves or not.
He only knew one thing. From the moment he stepped into the Sword Forest.
The endless flying swords all trembled, and the sound of the swords ringing continuously filled the air, as if they had the intention of rising from the ground and flying into the sky!
Chen Xia frowned, a bit confused. Thinking that it should be a normal phenomenon, he took another step forward.
Once this step was taken, he couldn't stop.
Three million flying swords rose up suddenly today, mighty and powerful, blotting out the sun, like a great river from outer space pouring in reverse. They all stood beside Chen Xia, with the sound of the swords ringing continuously, echoing in the sky!
A broken bronze armor slowly walked over from somewhere, its steps heavy. In its rusty gauntlets, it held a rusty and greenish-bronze sword.
Suddenly, Chen Xia remembered the words of the Big Yellow Dog.
Every time you take a sword, you have to endure a strike from the sword attendant.
Looking at the flying swords that blotted out the sun, he couldn't hold it in any longer and shouted.
"Damn it!"
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