294: Chapter 294 The Three Forms of the Burial Sword

"The Sword Burial Heavenly Pool is truly freezing!"

"I wonder if there are any Tianshan Snow Lotuses..."

Atop the snowy peak, Qin Tian couldn't help but shiver.

This cold air contained Laws; even he found it difficult to fully resist.

"There aren't any Tianshan Snow Lotuses, but there are a few Ice-Marrow Cold Lotuses..."

A gentle voice echoed in his ears, making Qin Tian feel as if he were bathed in a spring breeze.

Looking back, he saw a young man who looked like a scholar standing by the Heavenly Pool.

His appearance was elegant, with a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Qin Tian's breath hitched slightly as a thought suddenly rose in his mind.

The man before him was terrifying!

No Longevity Being had ever made Qin Tian feel this way.

He was at least a Quasi-Immortal King!

"Greetings, Senior."

The elegant man smiled. "You are the Disciple of my Little Junior Martial Aunt. We are of the same generation, so there is no need to address me as such."

Qin Tian was stunned for a moment before realizing that the 'Little Junior Martial Aunt' the elegant man spoke of was Yun Xi.

A Quasi-Immortal King calling a Heavenly Monarch 'Little Junior Martial Aunt' felt strange no matter how he thought about it...

"My name is Wen Qiu. You may call me Senior Brother Wen."

"Senior Brother Wen, I have come to see my Revered Master."

Wen Qiu said calmly, "Currently, Little Junior Martial Aunt should not be able to see you."

Qin Tian: ?

The people from the Immortal Ancient were temporarily staying in a blessed grotto-heaven ten thousand miles away from the Sword Burial Heavenly Pool.

After settling everyone, Qin Tian had come to the Sword Burial Heavenly Pool.

Initially, Bai Xiyin, Han Qing, Xue Wener, and Qin Yu all wanted to come. However, considering that the Sword Burial Heavenly Pool was a place for quiet cultivation, they eventually decided to let Qin Tian come alone and then bring Yun Xi to meet everyone later.

But now, some unexpected circumstances seemed to have arisen.

"Senior Brother Wen, has something happened to Revered Master?" Qin Tian asked nervously.

"Do not be anxious. Little Junior Martial Aunt is currently at a critical moment of closed-door cultivation to comprehend the Three Styles of Sword Burial and cannot be disturbed for the time being."

"I see..." Qin Tian felt a bit disappointed.

"Senior Brother Wen, I wonder how long Revered Master will be in seclusion?"

"A hundred years at the shortest, a thousand years at the longest..."

"Ah...?"

Qin Tian was dazed.

"Could it be that Junior Brother Qin cannot wait?"

"That... not exactly... it's just that I wanted to see Revered Master this time, but now it seems I won't be able to..." Qin Tian sighed.

"Heh, when did I say you wouldn't be able to see her?"

Qin Tian: ?

"Didn't you just say she would be in seclusion for a hundred years, Senior Brother?"

The corners of Wen Qiu's lips curled up. "A hundred years of seclusion does not mean a continuous hundred years. It is not impossible for her to emerge halfway through."

Qin Tian: ...

He suddenly felt that this Senior Brother Wen wasn't as serious as he appeared on the surface.

"Heh, Junior Brother Qin, do not look at me with those eyes. Little Junior Martial Aunt should be able to emerge in ten days."

Ten days.

That was fine; he could wait!

"However, whether you can see her when she emerges is another matter entirely..."

Qin Tian: ???

Is he playing some kind of nesting doll game with me?

While he was confused...

Cold air brushed past his face, and the environment around Qin Tian suddenly shifted.

It was no longer the Heavenly Pool.

Countless sky-propping giant swords towered into the clouds.

This was, remarkably, a sword forest!

The aura on every single sword was terrifying, yet each was distinct.

This meant they had once belonged to different Revered Masters.

"Senior Brother Wen, this place is...?"

"The Sword Burial Ground," Wen Qiu said calmly.

"Among these swords, there are those of fellow Disciples, those of rivals, those made of Myriad-Year Mysterious Gold, and those of common iron. Some reached the heavens in ancient times, while others faced the rugged immortal paths of today..."

"They have witnessed era after era..."

His voice carried a mysterious power.

Qin Tian fell into a trance, seemingly seeing everything these swords carried within their blades...

"These swords... why did they all come here...?"

Wen Qiu gave a faint smile.

"The Dao of the Sword is lonely and bitter."

"Life and death are disregarded."

"Revered Master could not bear to see them drifting through the world, so he searched for them one by one and buried them beneath the Heavenly Pool."

"Sword Burial Heavenly Pool. To bury the sword is also to bury the Dao of the Sword of heaven and earth."

"Every sword here contains the comprehension of the Dao of the Sword from the predecessors of the past."

Qin Tian nodded slowly.

"So that's how it is..."

"I wonder what Senior Brother Wen's intention is in bringing me here?"

"Heh, it's nothing much. It's just that Revered Master has ordered me to teach you some Divine Abilities. I wonder what Junior Brother wants to learn?"

Qin Tian's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Then naturally, I want to learn the strongest!"

Wen Qiu's lips quirked up. "Oh? The Sword Burial Heavenly Pool has three strongest styles, but they are also the most difficult to learn. Are you truly willing to learn them?"

"I am."

"Heh, this is Junior Brother's own willingness; I didn't force you."

Qin Tian: ?

Why did he feel like he was being played?

"Junior Brother Qin, I forgot to mention just now. Revered Master also said that if you fail to learn them, he won't let you out; you'll have to stay here for the rest of your life."

"Also, every time Little Junior Martial Aunt emerges, it can be for no longer than five days. Adding the ten days until her next emergence..."

"In other words, you have fifteen days to learn the Three Styles of Sword Burial... otherwise, if you want to see Little Junior Martial Aunt, it will have to be a hundred years later..."

"Oh, one more thing. Only Revered Master knows all Three Styles of Sword Burial. Even I only know two of them..."

Qin Tian: ???

"Uh, Senior Brother Wen, can I learn something else? Or, can I see Revered Master first before learning?"

Wen Qiu smiled slightly.

"No."

"Watch closely. This is the Sword One—Obliterate!"

As his voice fell...

A terrifyingly intense Sword Intent surged.

Behind Wen Qiu, the phantoms of ten thousand swords were vast and majestic, appearing as if they could obliterate everything.

At this moment, within the entire sword forest, every sky-propping giant sword was trembling.

That was the suppression of the Dao.

Furthermore, it was a fear originating from the Dao of the Sword itself.

Sword One!

Obliterate!

One sword to obliterate the world.

This was the ultimate power of destruction!

It was also a supreme technique of slaughter!

Terrifyingly peerless and unstoppable!

Qin Tian's mind and soul shook incessantly!

So strong...!

At this moment, he was deeply captivated by that single sword strike.

Clearly, it was only one sword strike.

Yet it contained infinite variations.

Just this one sword strike would take endless years to fully comprehend!

Qin Tian was completely immersed in an Epiphany.

His entire body remained motionless, as if time had stopped.

Wen Qiu waved his hand, and the Sword Qi dissipated.

He looked at Qin Tian and gave a soft sigh.

"Revered Master, is this method really effective?"

"Can not being able to see Little Junior Martial Aunt really force out Junior Brother's potential?"

"It is effective," the voice of Ancient Ancestor Zangjian echoed.

Wen Qiu was somewhat confused. "The Human Race is truly difficult to understand..."

He shook his head and quietly closed his eyes.

At the same time.

Yun Xi's figure appeared in Qin Tian's mind.

"In order to see Revered Master, I'll just have to use some cheats..."

"System, get to work!"

[Ding! Detecting the Host's strong desire, currently exchanging...]

[Ding! Consumed 10,000 fate reversal points to exchange for sword dao comprehension pill X1.]

[Ding! Consumed 10,000 fate reversal points to exchange for sword dao comprehension pill X1.]...

As a series of System notification sounds continued to ring out...

Qin Tian's comprehension of the Sword One became deeper and deeper.

No matter how difficult the Three Styles of Sword Burial were to learn, they couldn't stand up to Qin Tian's many Comprehension Pills!

If one wasn't enough, then two; if two weren't enough, then ten!

Fifteen days?

Hmph!

You've really underestimated the power of pay-to-win!

With a thought, Qin Tian commanded.

"System, max it out for me!"

Rumble!

Before long, Wen Qiu's eyes snapped open, and he stared straight at Qin Tian, his face full of disbelief.

"He... he comprehended it...?"

"This... isn't this a bit too fast...?"

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