Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 829: After modification - 824 Sword Hall II

Chapter 829: After modification: Chapter 824 Sword Hall II

On the left side, there is a row of snow-white buildings towering up to a kilometer high, with countless round holes on them that seem to be windows.

In the blank spaces, there are carvings of patterns and sharp lines.

On the right side, there is a row of equally towering white spires. Compared to the left side, the spires here are densely aligned and slightly taller, casting shadows that partially cover the plaza.

Most astonishingly, the materials forming these buildings, whether the walls or the ground, are slowly flowing and changing like water.

There is never a moment where they are not moving.

"Is this the Sword Hall?"

Lin Xin was slightly dazed.

The enormous plaza, stretching over a kilometer in both length and width, was completely empty.

Looking into the windows of the buildings on both sides, there was no sign of any living beings.

Above his head, the sky was still white with clouds, extending to an endless horizon with no end in sight.

Lin Xin lightly kicked the ground, his whole body soared lightly and flew towards the buildings on the left.

He quickly dashed into a circular window.

Inside was an unusually simple cave-like room, with no entrance or exit, only a window.

The room was only as big as a bed. As Lin Xin entered it, he immediately saw countless track-like lines on the white walls and floor, all flowing and changing rapidly.

These countless tracks all emitted a sharp, dominant, and overwhelmingly intense aura.

"These are sword marks!!"

His heart suddenly jolted, and he hurriedly started to comprehend them carefully.

Given his current attributes, the strength of his spiritual power had reached a level unimaginable to ordinary people. In an instant, several hundred thoughts burst forth simultaneously, analyzing the countless sword marks from various angles.

But as he delved slightly deeper in, Lin Xin felt that if he continued to comprehend like this, the depth of the sword marks in this room could consume decades without necessarily achieving any accomplishments.

However, these sword marks represented a level at least above that of a Heavenly Venerable.

He bit his teeth, his heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife, turning and resolutely dashing out of the window.

If he guessed correctly, with so many holes, so many buildings, each one might be an entrance to a different kind of sword mark.

He instantly accelerated to his maximum speed. In nearly seconds, Lin Xin split into thousands of afterimages, running through all the hollowed rooms in the buildings on both sides.

But what shocked him again happened.

Unintentionally, he went back to the small hollow room he first entered, but to his astonishment, the sword marks there had completely changed!

It had transformed into another completely different and powerful sword Dao!

Feeling anxious, he began to meticulously examine the other hollows again.

Indeed, he found that all the hollows had been replaced with a totally new and different set of sword marks.

Bang!!!

Lin Xin’s figure suddenly halted in the middle of the plaza, his face extremely serious.

"In other words... the sword marks here are never the same at any moment, they are continuously changing. There are a total of 999 rooms here, including the spires.

Every minute, the sword marks in these rooms change to another kind! And each one is an absolutely top-tier Sword Intent and Sword Dao!"

Even the size of the rooms was constantly changing every moment.

Lin Xin suddenly recalled the Universal Heavenly Venerable’s reminder before he came here.

"Once it’s opened, all the sword marks inside will be continuously released and consumed over time. Do not delay any time; choose one the fastest, comprehend, and understand it."

"Choose one the fastest..."

Lin Xin murmured.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes.

Bang!!!

A surge of terrifying twisted spiritual power erupted, spreading in all directions, enveloping 999 hollowed rooms.

"Where is the Supreme Jiuyue Divine Wind Sword?"

He swiftly identified and monitored each hole, and soon after, he saw a similar sword mark in one of the rooms in a spire.

Swoosh!

Lin Xin flew at top speed into that room, landing lightly.

In the circular room, the walls, the floor, and the ceiling were constantly flowing and changing, with countless sword marks arranged densely like simple lines, naturally and profoundly flowing and combining, emitting a heart-pounding aura of frenzied deathly silence.

"This is the sword mark of the Supreme Jiuyue Divine Wind Sword!"

Lin Xin immediately recognized the origin of this aura.

Spiritual power fully expanded, scanning every minute change in this room.

The first sword, the Sword of Joy. Here it was!

He immediately found the sword mark of the first sword.

As soon as his spiritual power penetrated in.

’Hahahahaha!!!’

Amidst wild laughter, a white shadow crashed toward him.

The body was filled with a terrifyingly familiar aura of sword Dao.

Clang!!

Lin Xin swiftly drew his sword, just in time to block the domineering overhead strike of the white shadow.

"What is this?" His heart sank.

The absorption power of the Sword of Joy had been neutralized by the opponent.

"It’s also the Sword of Joy!!"

Without time to think, the white shadow struck again with a cross slash.

Clang clang clang clang!!!

In an instant, the two exchanged millions of sword strikes, the sword shadows filled every gap around them like beams of light.

The small hollow room turned completely into a world of Sword Intent and sword lights and shadows.

White and red sword lights like countless red and white lines intertwined, flowed, collided, and then broke apart.

"Die!!"

Suddenly, Lin Xin struck with a sword, releasing an accumulated damage attribute of over three million, cutting through a large swath of white sword light, striking the white shadow’s body hard.

Poof!!

The white shadow disappeared, then reappeared suddenly.

"Get angry, roar!! Hahahaha!!" The white shadow laughed wildly, its power suddenly surged.

An incomparable force smashed onto Lin Xin’s Sword of Joy, forcing it to bounce back onto himself.

Clang!

The Sword of Joy slashed fiercely onto Lin Xin’s own chest, but it only produced a metallic clink, leaving just a faint scar.

"This is the Sword of Rage....."

Lin Xin finally understood the frustration of the Heavenly Venerables he had previously killed.

The maddening ability of the Sword of Rage to increase tenfold after each death, even he felt a headache facing it, let alone those Heavenly Venerables without his terrifying defensive attributes.

Fiercely battling the white shadow took him several hours. He died once, and it took him the Sword of Rage to barely exhaust the three death limits of the white shadow’s Sword of Rage.

The final sword struck the white shadow’s chest, blasting it into countless white smoke instantly. Lin Xin suddenly felt a strong sorrow spreading around him.

"Could it be....the Sword of Sorrow??!!" His heart suddenly twitched; this was the third sword he hadn’t comprehended yet, even he didn’t know its effect.

Instantly, a thread of tension arose in his heart.

The white shadow condensed and appeared again.

It was holding an almost invisible longsword, walking slowly towards Lin Xin.

Though the room was small, it took countless steps, yet seemed to never reach in front.

Lin Xin focused on the white shadow, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

It felt as if the opponent was the dearest and most loved person to him.

He tried to lift his sword but found that no matter what, he had a strong resistance, as if raising the sword against the white shadow was like attacking his most loved person.

’If this world had no love, no affection, what would be worth longing for?’

"Indeed...."

Lin Xin murmured, as if he heard a voice.

’Don’t blame me...I had no choice....’

"I don’t blame you..." Lin Xin suddenly felt a surge of intense sorrow in his heart, his chest tightening, his eyes slightly red, and his eye sockets seemingly moist.

’Since you love me so much.....then I have one wish....’

The voice became even more mournful.

Lin Xin’s eyes were now filled with tears.

"Tell me...." The white shadow in front of him had turned into An Ying, then Xiao Lingling, and then Lin Yaoyang in his eyes.

’That is.....would you please die....’

The white shadow had reached right in front of Lin Xin.

"Alright....."

Lin Xin was fully engulfed in that sorrow and grief.

He slowly extended his hand.

Bang!!!

In an instant, he punched the white shadow hard in the chest.

Countless flesh and blood splattered, leaving a large blood-red hole directly on the chest.

"You!!? How could you break free....." The white shadow looked at him in disbelief.

With tears in his eyes, Lin Xin grabbed the white shadow and tore it apart forcefully.

Puff!

The white shadow was ripped into two halves, its upper half, along with its head, was hugged tightly by Lin Xin.

"Don’t blame me....." Lin Xin hugged its head tightly, looking up, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Everyone who wants me dead....must die!!!"

The white shadow’s horrified gaze turned even more panic-stricken.

It now realized that Lin Xin had not broken free from the Sword of Sorrow, rather it was his very nature!

It didn’t even get a chance to use the Fourth Sword, and it completely dissipated, turning into white smoke.

***********************

The Tenth Heavenly Realm.

The gray-black sky, like a fixed oil painting, was silent, without any sign of activity.

A wide gray-black river slowly flowed across the vast gray-black ground.

The river was entirely gray-black, exceptionally murky, but amidst the rolling waters, there were faint silver flashes.

On the edge of a riverbank, several black shadows stood quietly, gazing at the turbulent river.

The foremost black shadow, draped in a cloak with an unseen face, only a small pale chin exposed, curving coldly at the lips.

"This is the River of Decay..."

He extended his hand, his long, pale fingers gently grasped.

The river water swiftly rose, swirling into a gray-black spider form in his palm.

Hiss hiss...

The spider struggled, screeching frantically at the black-cloaked figure. It emitted a special wave that could decay life.

"Saint Master, we traveled immensely far to the Tenth Heavenly Realm, spending such a great cost to establish our headquarters here. Compared to this, why not manage the Shadow Realm well, instead of abandoning it?"

A black shadow couldn’t help but ask in a low voice.

In this deadly place where even river water could kill at any time, staying too long could pollute and invade even Heavenly Venerables.

He couldn’t understand why the Saint Master chose to restart here.

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