137: Chapter 137 The Burial of Swords, Tempering the Body with Sword Intent

Taking careful steps, the moment the first wisp of sharp sword intent touched his body...

He finally truly experienced the terror of the icy sword intent, which even caused his body to grow somewhat stiff.

The howling yin wind was like fine needles hidden in cotton; each gust contained tens of thousands of tiny sword intents that pierced into his body together. The bone-chilling cold made Hun Tiandi unable to suppress a shiver.

Boom!

In an instant, as Hun Tiandi continued to venture deeper, he saw countless grave mounds piled with stones and crisscrossing sword marks, as if the buried swordsmen were recounting their resentment and loneliness.

Thousands of broken swords stood there—some were shattered weapons with severed blades, some had chipped or curled edges, some were covered in cracks, and others were just broken hilts and rusted blades scattered across the ground, half-buried in the soil.

It was as if they were showcasing their former sharpness and glory to all living beings.

The world was filled with a sense of desolation and despair. With broken weapons and shattered swords everywhere, the yin wind blew against the blades and sliced his skin, causing dark red blood to seep out and drip down.

Walking through the Sword Burial Mound, his fingertips brushed past the tips of broken swords. Allowing the sword qi to enter his body, a sense of compassion and an inexplicable sorrow arose in his heart.

Loneliness filled his heart, and his body was covered in wounds.

Blood splattered as he walked, his posture as upright as a sword and his steps as steady as a mountain...

"Sword Burial Mound, Sword Burial Mound... the forbidden land where countless ancestors of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion are buried. As gusts of howling yin wind blow through, faint sounds of sword cries echo in the air, as if these buried swords are wailing in grief, sending shivers down one's spine..."

Hun Tiandi murmured softly, seemingly able to feel the wailing of the thousands of sword intents, and a look of sadness naturally appeared on his face.

"Young Master Yun, don't be assimilated by the sword intent! Wake up now!"

Elder Dan's voice boomed like thunder, making Hun Tiandi's head spin and his mind shake violently.

"What a terrifying sword intent, to actually influence one's will invisibly..." Hun Tiandi's eyes were full of horror; it was fortunate that Elder Dan had awakened him.

Otherwise, once assimilated by the sword intent of the Sword Burial Mound, his will would crumble, and he would never be able to leave.

He didn't know how long he had been venturing deeper, but Hun Tiandi's body reached its limit.

His spine was as straight as a sword and his gaze was sharp. In an instant, every inch of muscle and bone throughout his body erupted with scorching blood and qi.

His meridians stretched out like bowstrings, snapping like bolts of lightning.

At this moment, he had already achieved minor mastery of the second layer of the Ten Thousand Sword Art. His blood and qi were like a blazing sun, surging like a valley, and Hun Tiandi barely managed to withstand the erosion of the thousands of sword intents.

As time passed, with a thought, he sat cross-legged. The Ten Thousand Sword Art began to circulate, transforming his majestic Dou Qi into sword qi. He retracted his Dou Qi Armor and slowly began to absorb the abundant sword intent.

Rumble...

As the Ten Thousand Sword Art flowed, thousands of sword intents descended, enveloping Hun Tiandi as he forcefully resisted that overwhelming sword intent.

Wisps of sword intent entered his body, creating a tingling sensation as if countless ants were gnawing at him.

The Killing Sword Intent emanated from Hun Tiandi's body. He didn't use his soul power, but instead intended to use the power of the thousands of sword intents to temper the Killing Sword Intent.

Using sword intent to temper oneself—such an opportunity was by no means an ordinary stroke of luck.

Although the Killing Sword Intent was weak, it was full of vitality and had infinite potential. Barely holding on, the sword intent flowed through his body; with one strike, all things would be destroyed.

It collided with the sword intent within the Sword Tomb. As the Ten Thousand Sword Art reached its peak operation, his comprehension of the sword art began to bloom.

His understanding of the sword within his mind was also rapidly improving.

The Killing Sword Intent transformed into an energy shield that enveloped his entire body. Bathed in the endless sword intent, wisps of pure sword intent circulated through his physical body.

This caused the sword intent on his body to grow stronger and stronger, and its sword might became increasingly powerful.

His skin was instantly sliced by the sword intent, and blood dyed his azure robes red. Tempering the body with sword intent was like the Nine Serenities Purgatory, ravaging one's body and will.

Within his sea of consciousness, his soul power seemed to become active, as if birthing spirituality, and it permeated his skin, membranes, muscles, bones, and flesh.

Buzz!

Hun Tiandi gritted his teeth and activated his soul power, letting it permeate every inch of his skin, flesh, and bone. Following the circulation of the Ten Thousand Sword Art, wisps of sword intent began to temper and flow through him.

It traveled to every corner of his body.

Wherever the sword intent passed, his flesh, muscles, and bones were filled with a sharp aura. At this moment, heat surged through his body, his skin turned a healthy red, and waves of pain hit him like a tide.

As his cultivation deepened, the Killing Sword Intent grew stronger. Having undergone the tempering of thousands of sword intents, it became increasingly pure and majestic.

At this time, on a certain mountain peak, the young man Li Tianhao, who had met Hun Tiandi once before, sat in a chair with a calculating look in his gloomy eyes.

"Yun Tian, is it really you? You killed the Young Master, but unfortunately, you were punished by Elder Wang Yun to enter the Sword Tomb..."

The information Li Tianhao received was to determine if Yun Tian was the killer. He sneered, "Regardless of whether you are the killer or not, for the sake of completing the mission, you must be sacrificed..."

At this moment, Hun Tiandi, who was inside the Sword Tomb, was unaware that even though he had just returned to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, conspiracies were already surging toward him like a tide.

First was the small courtyard assigned to Hun Tiandi, where disciples were incited to fight over it. Second was the manipulation of the relationship between Senior Brother Lin Yunfeng, Hun Tiandi, and Senior Sister Liu Hanbing, leading Lin Yunfeng to hunt down Hun Tiandi...

Now, Li Tianhao was plotting against him again, like a bloodthirsty venomous snake hiding in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Immediately after, Li Tianhao walked out of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion's mountain gate, arrived at a mysterious location, left a secret letter, and turned to leave.

A long time later, a figure descended, took the secret letter, and vanished.

"So fast..."

Hun Tiandi took a deep breath, an excited look appearing in his eyes. The rampaging sword qi was a form of torture, but once he could control it himself, the erosion of the sword intent under extreme pressure...

...along with the cultivation of the Ten Thousand Sword Art, the speed at which the sword intent tempered and permeated his body grew frantically.

It was nearly several times faster than his usual cultivation. Even if he were on a battlefield of slaughter, the effect would definitely not compare to the Sword Tomb.

"Unfortunately, for disciples who have not yet comprehended sword intent, this is by no means a place of opportunity, but rather a place of punishment and suffering. However, for Hun Tiandi, who is comprehending sword intent and tempering his body with it, this is a blessed land."

As Hun Tiandi meditated and comprehended, his body grew stronger by the moment, and his sword intent became even colder and sharper.

Three days passed. Under the infusion of monkey spirit wine, Hun Tiandi induced the sword intent to temper his body, to the point where he almost had the thought of staying here forever.

He quickly shook his head and discarded the distracting thoughts; it was only a fantasy.

As the spirit wine entered his stomach, abundant energy dispersed into his limbs and bones. Every inch of his flesh greedily absorbed the energy. Having been tempered by the sword intent earlier, under the nourishment of the spirit wine, his flesh was like a dry sponge, absorbing continuously.

His constitution was strengthening, and he was now initially able to stabilize against the impact of the sword intent.

"Killing Sword Intent, 55%..." His own sword intent was like branches and leaves on a stone wall; despite being battered by wind and rain and tortured by time, it remained resilient and unyielding.

The bones throughout his body crackled. After the sword intent entered his body, it underwent another round of strengthening and tempering. His skin and membranes absorbed and fused with it, becoming as tough as oxhide.

After devouring the pure sword intent, every inch of his flesh also became crystal clear.

His entire being seemed like a peerless divine sword, emanating wisps of sword intent. With the circulation of his soul power, every single change within his body was presented in his mind.

If an outsider were to catch a first glimpse of Hun Tiandi, they would see the power of sharpness flowing around him, with every movement exuding a keen edge.

"Sigh, Junior Brother Yun must hold on. The Sword Tomb is extremely dangerous..."

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's white robes fluttered in the wind, her beautiful eyes filled with worry. Of all the disciples who had ever entered the forbidden Sword Tomb and managed to come out alive...

...not even one in ten survived!