The crowd automatically parted, and a stern-faced Sword Cultivator, striding like a Dragon and a tiger, was the first to walk towards the Ten Thousand Swords Platform.
"I have Broken Through to True Immortal, and this time I am determined to gain the recognition of a top-grade Immortal Sword, proving that I, Murong Qianli, am not inferior to anyone."
Murong Qianli was full of ambition, looking as if he was bound to succeed.
He stepped onto the Ten Thousand Swords Platform, instantly enveloped by countless Sword Intents, and the terrifying Sword Intent pressed down on his body.
Making it impossible for him to move!
The Ten Thousand Swords Platform was naturally not for just anyone; if one's cultivation was not up to par, going up would only be a disgrace.
Murong Qianli was, after all, a True Disciple of the Sword Lineage, and he was well-prepared. His Sword Intent surged out, surrounding him, resisting the surrounding Sword Intent.
Step by step.
His steps were firm, and the further he advanced, the greater the pressure he faced.
After taking thirteen steps, his forehead was already covered in sweat, and he felt as if a divine mountain was pressing down on him.
At this moment, in a nearby pavilion, several people were watching Murong Qianli.
If any Disciple of the Sword Lineage saw them, they would surely recognize that these individuals were the Peak Masters of various Peaks within the Sword Lineage!
Peak Masters were all experts in the Immortal Realm, at least at the Golden Immortal Realm.
Especially for a behemoth like Lingxu Heavenly Palace, every Peak Master was once an peerless Prodigy, with a formidable reputation.
"Do you think little Murong will get his wish this time?"
An Elder with short white hair revealed a playful smile.
"He is single-mindedly pursuing a top-grade Immortal Sword; I estimate it's quite a long shot this time."
A stern-faced Elder said indifferently.
Although there were many swords on this Ten Thousand Swords Platform, it was impossible for people to take them casually; each person could only take one.
And Murong Qianli had the ambition to pull out a top-grade Immortal Sword.
"That's not necessarily true. I heard his Sword Intent has improved, although he hasn't entered the third Realm..."
"There is indeed this possibility."
"If he succeeds, do you have any thoughts of taking him as a Disciple?"
"Perhaps if he succeeds."
The few people discussed amongst themselves.
"Sixteen steps now, one step further than last time. His Heart-Nature and perseverance are quite good."
The white-haired Elder commented, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
Below the platform, countless onlookers also held their breath, watching Murong Qianli's difficult progress, their whispers much quieter.
Those who could take sixteen steps on the Ten Thousand Swords Platform were already among the best of their generation, enough to choose a good sword.
But Murong Qianli gritted his teeth, his eyes even bloodshot, determined to enter the twenty-step area.
He painstakingly took two more steps, the eighteenth step!
Two steps short of twenty, but these two steps were like a chasm, the pressure immense, far exceeding before!
"Pfft!"
Murong Qianli was struck hard, his protective Sword Intent instantly dissipated by more than half, his body swayed violently, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face instantly turning ashen white.
"Failed?"
"What a pity, just a little bit more!"
A chorus of regret rose from below the platform, and the Peak Masters in the pavilion also shook their heads slightly.
Just a little bit more?
No, it was far from it.
"This Sword Intent backlash also taught him a lesson; being too overbearing is not good."
The stern Elder said lightly.
Seeing this scene, Sword Without Dust's heart was also greatly shaken.
Even such a Genius only managed eighteen steps.
If he were to go on stage, how far could he go?
Thinking of this, Sword Without Dust felt like backing out. Then he saw a familiar figure.
Approaching the edge of the Ten Thousand Swords Platform.
"Brother Han? Could he... also want to go on stage and try?"
This thought suddenly flashed through Sword Without Dust's mind, and then a surge of inexplicable hot blood dispelled his earlier timidity.
"Even Brother Han has come to pull a sword; how can we Sword Cultivators be timid before the fight?"
Just as Sword Without Dust rekindled his fighting spirit, gripping his sword hilt, preparing to go on stage and try later, he saw Han Xuanji suddenly stop a few feet away from the Ten Thousand Swords Platform.
He did not, as everyone expected, fly onto the high platform. Instead, he stood there casually, as if tired from strolling, watching indifferently as several confident Sword Cultivators flew onto the high platform to challenge the myriad Sword Intents.
A seven-star check-in location, 'Ten Thousand Swords Platform', has been detected. Would you like to check in?
"Check in!"
Han Xuanji naturally had no intention of going on stage to pull a sword.
If he could check in, why would he go up and show off... to get struck by lightning?
A seven-star reward, he was a little excited!
Congratulations to the host for successfully checking in at the Ten Thousand Swords Platform and obtaining the 'Great Luo Sword Embryo'.
Great Luo Sword Embryo: A Quasi-Emperor Immortal Artifact. The Great Luo Sword Embryo was a semi-finished Immortal Sword refined by the ancient Reincarnation Immortal King using a damaged Immortal Emperor Magical Artifact. It contained unparalleled power. After the Reincarnation Immortal King was killed by the Demon Race, the Great Luo Sword Embryo went missing...
"Quasi-Emperor Immortal Artifact?"
Han Xuanji felt the 'Great Luo Sword Embryo' slowly rotating within the System space, containing infinite possibilities. His heart was filled with joy and surprise, but his face remained calm.
He even took advantage of the moment everyone's attention was drawn to the sword-puller on the platform, quietly retreated a few steps, blending deeper into the crowd, perfectly playing the role of a pure bystander.
"Good stuff..."
He mused inwardly, deciding to study the wonders of this "Sword Embryo" thoroughly after returning.
At this moment, on the Ten Thousand Swords Platform, Sword Intent soared across the sky.
Jiang Hao's gaze swept over the thousands of ancient swords on the platform, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows flickered slightly; his Heavenly Eye had already opened.
He used a clever method to easily take more than ten steps.
Then he had no intention of moving forward, stopping in front of an ancient sword that was entirely deep blue, as if carved from ten thousand years of cold ice. This sword was named "Xuan Frost" and emitted an extremely cold Sword Intent, of no ordinary grade.
"This sword is destined for me."
Jiang Hao gripped the sword hilt with his large hand. Seeing that the sword seemed to resist, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he displayed the power of his Immortal King bone.
With a crisp 'crack', the resisting force instantly vanished.
The "Xuan Frost" sword let out a sword cry and was forcefully pulled out by him, its deep blue light illuminating all directions.
"It's a top-grade Immortal Sword!"
"The Jiang Family Prodigy is indeed formidable!"
"He's clearly a Prodigy of the Dan Meridian, yet he managed to gain such a great advantage in the Sword Lineage."
Before the crowd's exclamations had faded.
On the other side, Su Ming had also stepped onto the platform at some point, silently walking to an ancient sword that appeared rusty and devoid of spiritual light.
Half of this sword's blade was already petrified, making it inconspicuous.
Many people did not pay attention to it.
Su Ming took a deep breath, not using much Immortal Power, but simply slowly extended his hand and gently gripped the rusty sword hilt.
He did not force it, but merely closed his eyes, silently sensing with his Sword Heart.
A moment later, the rusty sword actually warmed slightly, and the rust on its surface slowly receded like a living thing, revealing a glimpse of its true appearance underneath.
Su Ming did not pull out the sword, but the ancient sword had already recognized him as its master, transforming into a golden light and disappearing into his palm, leaving a faint sword-shaped imprint.
This scene, almost no one discovered its profound mystery.
Only a few people saw the trick.
"Good heavens, this ancient sword was actually pulled out by someone."
In the pavilion, someone silently nodded, clearly understanding the story behind it.
"Hmm..."
Jiang Hao was startled, realizing he seemed to have misjudged.
However, he didn't show it on his face and walked straight down.
"As expected of someone with great Luck."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly, feeling happy for Su Ming.
Although this ancient sword was far inferior to the Great Luo Sword Embryo, it was still a Quasi-Immortal King Artifact. However, with the passage of time, it had hidden its original appearance. Given time, it might shine brighter than its Peak in his hands.
"Brother Han, why aren't you going on stage?"
Suddenly, Sword Without Dust squeezed next to Han Xuanji and asked in a low voice.