335: Chapter 345 If you wish to stop me, come and challenge my sword! The trial begins!

Within the black and white interwoven ink-wash Domain, the silence was chilling.

"I said just now, even if you truly enter, it will only be a waste of the Opportunity there."

Su Jin's voice was incomparably calm, so calm that it lacked even a trace of killing intent, yet it caused Luming, who was trapped in the center of the Domain, to tremble uncontrollably and violently.

Luming discovered with horror that the straw-hat-wearing, coir-raincape-clad figure before him was no longer just a thin person, but had transformed into an ancient heavy sword capable of completely crushing his immortal body and Soul!

"How can this be... I have clearly comprehended four more Origin Daos than you! You have only just entered the Golden Immortal realm! This is impossible!"

Luming's eyes turned red as he frantically urged the immortal power within his body, wanting to resist, but he discovered with terror that the blood-colored longsword in his hand, which had accompanied him for tens of thousands of years, was not obeying his commands at all at this moment!

The Sword Spirit of the blood sword not only failed to erupt with its usual ferocity but was instead emitting bursts of whimpering cries, like a subject encountering an irresistible monarch, trembling in extreme fear!

"I originally did not want to cause more trouble, but I have changed my mind now."

Su Jin looked at the trembling Luming and merely waved his left hand casually.

"Bang—!"

A heavy blow, as massive as a bursting star, slammed fiercely into Luming's chest.

Luming spat out a large mouthful of blood, his entire body like a kite with a broken string, as he was slapped directly away from the Trial entrance, crashing heavily into the Blood Sword Sect's formation!

One strike, and a Golden Immortal with five Daos was heavily injured!

Silence.

In the Void Realm of the Linchuan Realm, all sounds seemed to have been instantly drained away.

Su Jin did not pay attention to Luming, whose life or death was unknown, but instead turned around and looked at the dozen or so Loose Cultivators behind him who were holding tokens, their faces full of dull shock.

"Those holding tokens, follow me into the Trial."

As his voice fell, Su Jin suddenly pointed a finger out.

"Boom!"

A pitch-black heavy sword phantom, as massive as a mountain, fell directly from the Nine Heavens, ferociously piercing the ground between the Loose Cultivators and the camps of the various medium-sized Sects!

That bottomless, massive sword scar was like an insurmountable chasm!

Su Jin stood with his hands behind his back, his coir raincape rustling, his voice like a great bell, shaking the Nine Heavens:

"If you wish to obstruct, come and Ask for the Sword!"

One man, one sword, intimidating ten thousand troops!

Looking at that back, which was not tall but as majestic as a mountain, the dozen or so Loose Cultivators holding tokens felt an indescribable, scorching radiance erupt in their eyes!

And the one-armed Golden Immortal and other Sword Cultivators who had stepped forward first just now, had a look of deep admiration flash in their eyes.

"This Aura... I seem to have seen it somewhere before..."

"Forget who it is! I only see that he is glowing all over! This is what our generation of Sword Cultivators should look like!!"

"Wherever the sword points, it is all the path of chivalry!"

"Swish, swish, swish—"

All the intimidated Loose Cultivators withdrew from the chaotic battle one after another, as if they had found a backbone, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, flying towards Su Jin's direction like a tide.

They stood silently behind Su Jin.

Although their overall strength was uneven and far inferior to the elites of the various large Sects, the dense number of them made the eyelids of the Sect powerhouses opposite them twitch uncontrollably.

If this mysterious coir-raincape-clad figure were to integrate this massive force of Loose Cultivators, the consequences... would be simply unimaginable!

However, these medium-sized Sects were also filled with suspicion and calculation among themselves.

Now, facing the unfathomable Su Jin, no one was willing to be the first bird to stand out and rush up to be cannon fodder.

"Fellow Daoists of the Blood Sword Sect! Where is your Grand Elder? Please say something, are we still going to snatch these tokens or not?"

"That's right! This is the Divine Realm Trial that opens once every ten thousand years; if we miss this time, who knows if our old bones can last until the next ten thousand years!"

"The Realm Demons are brutal; only by obtaining the Opportunity to improve our strength can we ensure survival on the upcoming Realm Battlefield!"

Listening to the constant incitement from the Elders of other surrounding Sects, the Grand Elder of the Blood Sword Sect had a gloomy expression.

He did not answer but cast his gaze towards Luming, who had just been rescued by the Sect Disciples and whose Aura was extremely chaotic.

Sensing the Grand Elder's gaze, Luming endured the severe pain in his chest, his eyes full of fear as he shook his head slightly at him.

The meaning was clear: this coir-raincape-clad figure was the toughest of the tough! He could not be provoked!

"Everyone."

The Blood Sword Sect's Grand Elder took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said loudly: "My Blood Sword Sect has already snatched a token earlier, so we will not join in this excitement. As for the remaining Opportunities, everyone, please do as you please!"

After speaking, the Blood Sword Sect retreated a thousand zhang directly, striking a pose of watching the show.

Seeing that the strongest Blood Sword Sect had chickened out, the other Sects looked at the heavy sword phantom stuck in the chasm, and the angry, surging army of Loose Cultivators behind Su Jin.

In the end, greed lost to the fear of death.

No one dared to take another step forward.

Seeing this, Su Jin did not waste any more words.

With a thought, he retracted the ink-wash Domain and waved his hand casually towards the dozen or so Loose Cultivators behind him who possessed tokens:

"Let's go."

Under the awe-filled gazes of the crowd, Su Jin led the dozen or so Loose Cultivators and strode swaggeringly into the light gate of the Trial of the Sword.

The Saint Realm Elder responsible for opening the Trial took a deep look at Su Jin's back, his turbid old eyes flashing with brilliant light, not knowing what he was calculating.

...

Inside the Trial Secret Realm.

This was an endless gray-white space, vast and ancient.

When Su Jin and the others stepped into the Trial grounds, they discovered that not far away, the Prodigies from top Sects such as Sword Emperor Mountain and the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan were quietly hovering above the Void Realm, seemingly waiting for something.

When they heard the commotion and discovered that Su Jin was leading a dozen or so Loose Cultivators in a grand manner, the eyes of all the Sect Prodigies revealed a trace of surprise and curiosity.

"Loose Cultivators? They actually entered together?"

"When did that pack of jackals outside snatching tokens become so merciful? It seems we missed a good show outside just now."

Those high-and-mighty Sect Prodigies only discussed it casually for a moment, then withdrew their gazes and paid no more attention.

In their deep-seated arrogance, a group of mud-legged Loose Cultivators were merely lucky to have barely managed to get in; they were simply not worthy of being their competitors.

However, in the camp of the Ten Thousand Sword Ancient Clan.

Mu Linglong's beautiful eyes, like clear springs, were tightly fixed on that leading coir-raincape-clad figure.

"This back... this cold, annoying Aura..."

A sharp sixth sense belonging to a woman told her that this person was definitely not simple, and gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

But she frowned, searched through her memories, and could not think of when such a person had appeared in the Sword Domain.

Just as Mu Linglong was racking her brain.

The last person holding a token also entered the Secret Realm, and the entire space suddenly shook!

"Boom!"

Everyone instantly felt an irresistible, ancient great power descend, lining up everyone who had gathered together in a row.

When Su Jin opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a huge bluestone square.

Directly in front of him appeared rows of endless bluestone stairs, like a ladder to the heavens, leading straight to the highest point at the end of his vision!

And what was shocking was that in the very center of each layer of stairs, a longsword of various shapes, emitting ancient Sword Intent, was deeply inserted upside down!

The higher one went, the more terrifying the pressure emitted from those swords became!

Meanwhile, in mid-air in the Linchuan Realm outside.

The Elder guarding the Trial of the Sword used his finger as a sword and gently pointed at the Void Realm outside.

"Hum—"

A huge sky-curtain projection instantly appeared, clearly displaying the scene inside the Trial Secret Realm before the hundreds of thousands of Cultivators outside!

"The Trial has begun!"

In the crowd outside, a veteran swordsman looked at the endless sword ladder in the projection, his eyes full of yearning and awe: "This is the Hundred Sword Heavenly Ladder left behind by the Sword Emperor! Within each sword, there is a different Sword Dao realization!"

"Only by personally pulling out the sword on the stairs and withstanding the backlash of the Sword Intent can one step onto the next level! I wonder, this time, among these Prodigies, who will be able to pull out the most swords and reach the highest point of the Heavenly Ladder!"