After Gu Qingfeng and Da Xing the Mad Monk arrived at the Taixu Sword Tomb, several others had also barged in. Upon entering, they were all shocked and found it hard to believe when they saw the Flying Swords blanketing the mountains and plains. However, their shock soon turned to disappointment.
Because apart from the Flying Swords, there was almost nothing here, let alone any Desolate Ancient Era secret treasures. If these Flying Swords were intact, or even partially broken, taking them back would have some research value; at the very least, they could be used as Cultivation Resources. Unfortunately, all these Flying Swords had decayed and were not even qualified to serve as Cultivation Resources.
After making a round, most people left. After all, there were many newly emerged Ruins outside, and there was absolutely no need to waste time here.
Gu Qingfeng glanced around the Nine Sword Peaks but didn't discern any profound mysteries and found it rather uninteresting. Just as he was preparing to leave and head to other newly emerged Ruins to take a look, he suddenly seemed to realize something, abruptly stopping and staring intently at one of the sword peaks.
"What's wrong?"
Da Xing the Mad Monk also wanted to hurry to other Ruins. Seeing Gu Qingfeng inexplicably halt, he was very puzzled.
"Have you noticed that these Nine Sword Peaks seem to conceal a certain mystery?"
"A mystery?"
Hearing this, Da Xing the Mad Monk also looked over again, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see any mystery. He hadn't studied them carefully earlier either, but the Nine Sword Peaks didn't have any particularly special features; he hadn't discovered any profound wonders or mysteries.
Moreover, everything in this place had completely decayed. In Da Xing's mind, even if there had been some profound mysteries in the past, they had likely disappeared by now. After all, no matter how profound a mystery, it couldn't withstand the passage of time.
Gu Qingfeng didn't say anything. He returned to the Nine Sword Peaks and began walking and stopping among them once more.
"Kid Gu, what mystery have you actually seen? Tell us so we can study it together."
Watching Gu Qingfeng here, Da Xing pondered that Gu Qingfeng might have truly discerned some profound mystery or wonder, yet he himself couldn't see anything.
This wasn't surprising. If mysteries and wonders could be seen by everyone, they wouldn't be mysteries and wonders.
Although Da Xing considered his own Comprehension to be fairly decent, he was even more aware that Gu Qingfeng's Comprehension was unparalleled, the highest he had ever seen.
Having cultivated for so many years and encountered countless prodigies, Gu Qingfeng was probably the person with the highest Comprehension Da Xing had ever met. As long as this kid was willing, any divine ability or profound mystery was no difficult matter for him. With a single glance, he could grasp seventy or eighty percent; with a little pondering, he could comprehend it thoroughly.
At this moment, Gu Qingfeng was shuttling back and forth among the Nine Sword Peaks. At first, he would pause for a while at each sword peak, as if perceiving something. Later, his speed grew faster and faster, like a revolving lantern, continuously shuttling among the Nine Sword Peaks.
Da Xing the Mad Monk didn't know what trick Gu Qingfeng was playing, and he couldn't make head or tail of it either. He could only stand there dumbfounded, frowning and watching with a bewildered expression.
Gu Qingfeng continued to shuttle among the Nine Sword Peaks. His speed was simply too fast—so fast that it was impossible to see him moving with the naked eye, because there was a Gu Qingfeng standing on each sword peak.
Nine Gu Qingfengs stood on the Nine Sword Peaks, hands clasped behind their backs, eyes slightly closed.
Their ink-black hair danced wildly, their snow-white robes fluttered.
For some reason, Da Xing the Mad Monk, standing not far away, seemed to notice something. He felt the Nine Sword Peaks were changing, seeming somewhat different from before.
But exactly what had changed, and what was different, Da Xing couldn't tell for the moment.
Just as Da Xing was marveling, the nine Gu Qingfengs standing on the Nine Sword Peaks suddenly opened their eyes and laughed heartily, "So that's it! So that's it... Hahahaha!"
After the loud laughter, all nine Gu Qingfengs leaped into the air, shouting, "Nine nines return to one!"
In an instant, the nine Gu Qingfengs merged into one Gu Qingfeng. At the same time, the Nine Sword Peaks miraculously merged into a single sword peak.
Gu Qingfeng was still the same Gu Qingfeng as before; nothing about him had changed.
But that sword peak was no longer the sword peak it had been.
To be precise, it was no longer a sword peak, but a pure sword.
A Sky-Supporting Colossal Sword.
The colossal sword was dull and unadorned, lifeless as death, devoid of vitality and spirituality, possessing nothing. Yet even so, Da Xing the Mad Monk, standing not far away, could still feel a vast and mighty aura emanating from it.
In the air above, Gu Qingfeng stood atop the colossal sword, simply standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes slightly closed, not saying a word.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Truly unknown.
Da Xing the Mad Monk was completely immersed in this eerie and bizarre scene, because he felt the colossal sword before him seemed to come alive, gradually gaining vitality.
It felt as bizarre as a dried corpse suddenly gaining life. Da Xing thought he might be seeing things, but after staring intently several times, he was absolutely certain the colossal sword had truly come to life.
Wait!
Something's not right!
Da Xing looked around and was shocked to discover that the originally decayed Flying Swords were also inexplicably reviving. One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand—the Flying Swords blanketing the mountains and plains were all gradually reviving at this moment.
This scene was somewhat creepy, at least that was Da Xing's feeling. Soon, an even more horrifying scene unfolded before him: the Flying Swords filling the world actually began to tremble slightly, emitting bursts of sword hums. Each Flying Sword was like a caged azure dragon about to break free.
Da Xing had a bad feeling. He immediately leaped into the air but didn't know where to stand. It seemed nowhere felt completely safe. The trembling Flying Swords were far too numerous, countless and endless. Moreover, judging by the situation, these Flying Swords were likely to all shoot out any moment.
Sure enough.
The whoosh of a piercing wind whistle sounded. A Flying Sword embedded in the ground suddenly shot out, bursting with dazzling radiance and emitting a sharp sword hum as it soared straight into the sky.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One Flying Sword after another shot out from the ground, bursting with radiance, emitting sword hums as they soared straight into the sky. In an instant, the Flying Swords blanketing the mountains and plains madly charged toward the sky.
Witnessing this scene, even the widely experienced Da Xing the Mad Monk was left dumbfounded, standing there in a daze.
Sword lights filled the sky, sword hums filled the sky, sword intent filled the sky.
It was dazzling to the eyes and also astonishing to behold.
At this moment, the Sky-Supporting Colossal Sword at the very center also erupted with multicolored radiance. This radiance was far too abundant, similarly countless, just like the radiance bursting from the sky-full Flying Swords. The sword intent contained within was also overwhelmingly abundant, just like the sword intent contained within the sky-full Flying Swords.
Voom— The Sky-Supporting Colossal Sword emitted a tremendous roar, like a colossal wheel of heaven and earth slowly rotating, shaking Da Xing's mind and causing it to tremble along with the roar.