The moment they stepped into the upper level of the Abyss of Buried Gods, a profound and majestic aura rushed toward them. Hu Yuan instantly felt his spiritual platform clear, as though thousands of Dao chants were rumbling deep within his sea of consciousness. The sound resembled the whispers of ancient deities, or the primordial echoes of heaven and earth at their creation. Every single word seemed imbued with the ultimate principles of the Great Dao, echoing continuously in his sea of consciousness and leaving his mind both stunned and exhilarated.
Slowly looking around, he saw a scene before him that resembled a mysterious and unpredictable painting. Among the floating broken walls and shattered steles, countless broken swords were arranged like stars. The mottled rust on the blades had condensed into archaic runes, emanating an ancient and vicissitudinous aura. These runes flickered erratically, as if recounting former glory and splendor. The Yinyang Token in Hu Yuan's bosom suddenly grew slightly warm, generating a subtle resonance with the runes on the swords. This startled him, giving him a faint premonition that this place was far from ordinary.
"Brother! There are residual sword spirits within these broken swords, which will be of great help to Xiao Gang!" Xiaoling's voice came from the Sun Bead, carrying a long-absent buoyancy. Following her previous recovery, though Xiaoling was still somewhat weak, her voice was now full of irrepressible excitement. Hu Yuan cou…
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