"No. Since we are here already, let's take another look."
Ye Tian shook his head, his gaze drifted to the picturesque hillside.
On that hillside, there were numerous Sword Steles!
Under each Sword Stele lay a coffin, burying the ancestors of the Divine Martial Academy.
"Each Sword Stele contains the lifelong Sword Dao and Sword Intent of the ancestors of the Divine Martial Academy."
Ye Tian murmured to himself, "However, my path in Sword Dao is my own. I will not inherit the legacy of any predecessors, at most, I'll comprehend a bit and seek inspiration."
Sword Dao, ultimately, is best when it is one's own.
No matter how strong the Sword Dao of predecessors is, it is still theirs. Completely inheriting and accepting their Sword Dao limits the ceiling, confines you!
Ye Tian, of course, understood this truth.
The next moment.
A sword appeared in Ye Tian's hand—the Dragon Prison Sword.
