457: Sword Master's Legacy

Those two ancient characters, written in a bold and flowing style, exuded a domineering Sword Intent.

Sword, come!

Lin Xiao stood before the hundred-meter-tall, ancient stone gate. The broken sword's Sword Intent within him was boiling to its peak.

It was as if it were urging him, calling out to him.

What exactly lay behind the door?

Was it an Opportunity, or an even greater danger?

Lin Xiao did not know.

But he knew that as a Sword Cultivator, he had no reason to retreat.

His Dao lay ahead.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the snow name longsword in his hand and stepped forward, walking straight toward the stone gate that radiated an eternal aura.

The moment his body passed through the stone gate, the scenery before him changed abruptly.

He arrived at a vast, boundless wasteland.

The sky was a murky gray, and the ground was dark red.

This wasteland was covered with all kinds of ancient swords.

Some blades were covered in rust, some were as bright as new, some were broken in two, while others still revealed their sharp edges.

Every sword emitted a distinct yet incredibly powerful Sword Intent.

This place was practically a world of swords, a massive graveyard burying countless ancient blades.

A Sword Tomb!

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The moment Lin Xiao stepped into this world, the countless ancient swords across the land let out a clear, resonant hum in unison.

Ten thousand swords hummed together, as if in worship, or perhaps scrutinizing this uninvited guest.

Lin Xiao's gaze was solemn as he looked around warily.

Each of these Sword Intents represented a former powerhouse of the Sword Dao; if they all awakened, he would have no chance of survival.

Suddenly, not far ahead of him, an ancient bronze sword embedded in a boulder vibrated most violently.

A green silhouette slowly rose from the blade, condensing into a blurry figure.

The figure's face was unclear, but he also held a bronze longsword in his hand.

He said nothing, only slowly raising his arm, the tip of his sword pointing straight at Lin Xiao.

An upright Sword Intent, filled with kingly dominance, instantly locked onto Lin Xiao.

"A challenge?"

Lin Xiao understood the other's meaning.

His blood began to boil as well.

Good!

He was just wanting to witness the true strength of these ancient Sword Cultivators!

"Fight!"

Lin Xiao gave a low shout, and with a movement of his body, the snow name longsword drew a white rainbow as he took the initiative to attack.

Clang!

The two swords clashed, letting out a deafening sound.

Lin Xiao felt a surging, immense force coming from the opponent's sword; his hand went numb, and his body involuntarily retreated several steps.

Such powerful strength!

The bronze figure did not let up, taking a step forward with continuous, sweeping sword strikes.

Every strike was filled with noble spirit, as if an emperor were traveling to inspect his lands, unstoppable.

Lin Xiao was suppressed by this domineering swordsmanship and forced back repeatedly, only able to barely defend.

But he did not panic.

Amidst the repeated parries, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Something's not right.

Although this swordsmanship is domineering, it seems... there's no killing intent.

Every one of the opponent's strikes stopped just at the point of contact; it was more like a demonstration, a teaching!

I understand!

This isn't a challenge; this is a Legacy!

Having realized this, Lin Xiao no longer focused solely on defense.

He opened his mind, immersing his entire spirit into the opponent's sword techniques.

Every move, every form.

Every cleave, every thrust.

The opponent's swordsmanship began to become clear in his mind.

It was a sword that reigned over the world, a sword that protected the people, a sword that established order!

Half an hour later.

Lin Xiao suddenly let out a long cry, and the style of the snow name longsword in his hand changed drastically.

He no longer defended, but instead used a similarly sweeping sword technique to meet the bronze figure head-on.

Clang!

Another loud bang.

This time, Lin Xiao did not retreat.

The bronze figure looked at him, its blurry head seemingly nodding.

The next moment, the figure turned into specks of green light and dissipated into the air.

And that ancient bronze sword turned into a torrent of information, surging into the space between Lin Xiao's brows.

"Human King Sword Scripture"!

Four large characters exploded in Lin Xiao's mind.

Before he could digest this vast amount of information, another change occurred.

With the end of the bronze ancient sword's Legacy.

Not far away, a blood-red longsword hummed, and a blood-colored figure filled with a murderous aura emerged.

Another one!

This figure's swordsmanship was incredibly ruthless, with every move being lethal, pointing straight at vital points, filled with death and slaughter.

"Life-Slaying Sword Art"!

Lin Xiao fought fiercely with it for an hour, his body covered in wounds, before he finally grasped the essence of its swordsmanship and obtained the Legacy.

Immediately after.

A pitch-black shortsword, a strange black shadow, with tricky swordsmanship that followed like a shadow.

"Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique"!

A broad heavy sword, a majestic figure, with ancient and simple swordsmanship that achieved great skill through simplicity.

"Immovable Mountain King Sword"!

...In the following time, Lin Xiao seemed to fall into a frantic cycle of learning.

In this Sword Tomb world, he continuously fought against the Sword Intent imprints formed by one ancient sword after another.

He forgot time, and he forgot fatigue.

In his mind, only one word remained.

Sword!

He frantically absorbed the nourishment of these ancient peerless sword techniques, and his insights into the Sword Dao soared like a rocket.

Finally, after challenging an unknown number of Sword Intent imprints, Lin Xiao stopped.

He sat cross-legged in a forest of swords and closed his eyes.

His mind was currently in a state of chaos.

The Kingly Way of the "Human King Sword Scripture."

The Way of Slaughter of the "Life-Slaying Sword Art."

The Way of Deception of the "Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique."

And his own insights into the Way of Life from "Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate," and the Way of Death from "Sword Three: Return to the Void."

Countless distinct Sword Dao philosophies collided and conflicted wildly within his Sea of Consciousness, nearly tearing his Divine Soul apart.

"What exactly is my sword?"

Lin Xiao asked himself in his heart.

Is it protection? Is it slaughter? Is it creation? Or is it destruction?

No.

It is none of those.

And yet, it is all of them!

At this moment, Lin Xiao suddenly opened his eyes.

An unprecedented realization surged into his heart.

The sword is merely a tool.

The true Dao is the heart of the person holding the sword!

If I want it to protect, it is the Human King's Sword!

If I want it to slaughter, it is the Shura's Sword!

If I want it to create, it is the Sword of Vitality!

If I want it to destroy, it is the Sword of Return to the Void!

Ten thousand Sword Daos are all for my use!

My heart is my Sword Dao!

Boom!

As Lin Xiao's Dao Heart reached Perfection, a transcendent Sword Intent soared into the sky from his body.

At this moment, all the ancient swords in the entire Sword Tomb world stopped their humming.

They all bent their "blade bodies," their tips touching the ground.

Ten thousand swords bowed!

Before Lin Xiao's brand-new Sword Dao system, the Sword Intent imprints of these ancient powerhouses completely surrendered.

Lin Xiao slowly stood up.

His temperament had undergone an earth-shaking change.

If he was previously a sharp sword revealing its edge.

Then now he was an unfathomable sword abyss, encompassing everything and moving according to his will.

Just then.

In the center of the Sword Tomb world, the murky gray mist dissipated, revealing a path leading to the depths.

Lin Xiao's eyes flashed as he followed the path.

At the end of the path was an ancient altar.

Above the altar, something was quietly suspended.

Half of a pitch-black broken sword.

It looked unremarkable, without any energy fluctuations, like an ordinary piece of scrap iron.

But in Lin Xiao's Sea of Consciousness, the seed formed from the broken sword given by the Dean was now vibrating violently, as if it were about to explode.

This is it!

This is the true core Legacy here!

Something left behind by the ancient Sword Lord!

Lin Xiao stepped onto the altar one step at a time, reaching out to touch the half-broken sword.

His fingertips lightly touched the cold blade.

At the moment of contact.

Lin Xiao's vision suddenly went dark.

His consciousness felt as if it were being pulled into the depths of a vast and boundless Universe by an irresistible force.

He saw it.

In the cold and silent starry sky, a terrifying giant beast was raging and roaring.

Just then.

A figure appeared.

The figure was blurry and its appearance was unclear, but Lin Xiao could feel that familiar yet strange supreme Sword Intent that seemed to transcend heaven and earth.

It was that Sword Lord!

He saw the Sword Lord, holding a complete pitch-black longsword, facing the giant beast capable of destroying galaxies, and he simply struck out with a sword in an ordinary manner.

"Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate."

A brilliant sword light that defied description lit up.

This sword light sliced through the dark Universe, extending to the infinite distance.

In the next second.

That insufferably arrogant giant beast was sliced neatly into two halves from its middle.