บท 1412: Chapter 798: Master of Ten Thousand Swords! The Dignity of a Strongman

Passing 3000 li beyond the borders of Great Qin,

A deep valley lay before me, its end unseen no matter how hard I gazed.

Densely packed with the remnants of soldiers and broken swords, the ravine was filled; some blades were rust-splotched, others were riddled with cracks, and some had weathered, as if they could crumble at any moment… and some had petrified, fused with the rocky earth.

"This is the legendary [Sword Burial Valley]... truly magnificent,"

Zhou Dao marveled, sticking his head out in awe.

Such a spectacular sight was not to be found in the Capital.

"Be careful, do you think this is a trip to the market?"

At that moment, a bare-chested burly man next to him grabbed Zhou Dao, preventing him from advancing any further.

"Brother Xiong, what's wrong?" Zhou Dao was puzzled.

"Do you know the story behind Sword Burial Valley?" Xiong Yier gave him a sidelong glance and asked gravely.

"I do not," Zhou Dao shook his head blankly.