Afterwards, Yun Xiaoyao put away the remaining spirit stones and left the room directly.
He was now planning to visit the Sword Void to elevate his sword cultivation.
Stepping out of the room, Yun Xiaoyao immediately noticed a building constructed right next to his own.
"This must be Brother Ye's residence."
Just as he was about to walk over, a figure stepped out from inside.
It was Yè Fán.
As soon as they stepped outside, the two locked eyes.
Yè Fán's eyes lit up, and he walked over with a smile.
"Xiaoyao, you've finished your seclusion?"
Sensing Yun Xiaoyao's cultivation level, Yè Fán was instantly startled.
"You've already reached the Nascent Soul realm?"
Yun Xiaoyao nodded. "I owe this entirely to the help of Elder Yao and Elder Qian; otherwise, I wouldn't have broken through so quickly."
Yè Fán shook his head. "Just how long were you in seclusion? A mere half-month."
"Leaving aside the Primordial Spirit Pill, you broke through from the sixth stage straight to the Nascent Soul realm relying solely on spirit stones."
Realizing something was amiss, Yè Fán let out a sigh.
"I keep forgetting that one cannot use normal logic when looking at a monster like you."
Yun Xiaoyao waved a hand. "Let's put that aside. The reason I came out of seclusion this time is to ask you about entering the Sword Void."
"For that, you'll need my master to take you. I don't have the qualification to enter and exit the Sword Void as I please."
With that, the two figures flashed and vanished from the spot.
Soon, led by Yè Fán, Yun Xiaoyao arrived at a grand hall.
Before even approaching the hall, Yun Xiaoyao caught sight of Jiàn Wúhén.
Jiàn Wúhén was currently seated before a stone table, leisurely sipping tea.
Seeing this, Yè Fán offered a respectful bow.
"Master, Senior Brother Xiaoyao wishes to enter the Sword Void, so I brought him to see you."
Hearing this, Jiàn Wúhén put down his teacup, slowly stood up, and looked at Yun Xiaoyao.
"Let's go. As your master, I will take you to the Sword Void."
With that, Jiàn Wúhén made a slicing gesture in front of him with his fingers.
The very next moment, a spatial rift was instantly torn open, revealing a gateway.
Jiàn Wúhén glanced at Yun Xiaoyao, motioned for him to follow, and stepped through.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yun Xiaoyao followed him right in.
As their figures vanished into the rift, the gateway snapped shut instantly.
Upon entering the rift, Yun Xiaoyao felt a wave of dizziness wash over his head.
Yet the sensation vanished almost immediately, replaced by a desolate plain that materialized before him.
He discovered an enormous crater, tens of thousands of meters wide, not far away.
Within the crater stood a dense, horrifying multitude of swords, thrusting upward to fill the entire pit.
Every single sword radiated a peculiar aura and intent.
Some carried a rich intent of slaughter, some a rich intent of life, while others carried the intent of death; all were entirely distinct.
Observing Yun Xiaoyao's expression, Jiàn Wúhén smiled faintly.
"Xiaoyao, this is the Sword Void, or perhaps I should call it the Sword Graveyard."
"There are roughly one hundred thousand swords here, and the owners of every single one of them were at least at the Sword Saint level during their lifetimes."
"Do you see the auras emanating from these swords? That is the Sword Intent of their former masters. You can choose a Sword Intent according to your own disposition, or forge your own."
"Before their deaths, these predecessors infused a wisp of their souls into their swords. As long as you can win their approval, you will receive their sword cultivation legacy."
Hearing this, Yun Xiaoyao felt a jolt in his heart.
One had to remember that Jiàn Wúhén had just stated there were at least one hundred thousand swords here, which meant there were one hundred thousand Sword Saints.
Not merely that some were Sword Saints, but that the absolute minimum was the Sword Saint realm.
Seeming to perceive the reason for Yun Xiaoyao's shock, Jiàn Wúhén pointed toward a three-foot-long azure-peaked sword at the center of the crater.
"Do you see that? That is the sword of our Sword Sect's founding master, named 'Walking the Path'."
"For ten thousand years, apart from the founding master himself, not a single person has been able to make the Walking the Path sword stir."
"And our founder's sword cultivation was at the legendary Transcendent Sword Immortal realm."
Yun Xiaoyao was even more shocked upon hearing this.
The hierarchy of the sword went from Sword Cultivator, Sword Master, Sword Venerable, Sword King, Sword Emperor, Sword Saint, Sword Emperor, Sword Immortal, Great Sword Immortal, and finally to Transcendent Sword Immortal.
Even in his past life, Yun Xiaoyao had only reached the level of a Sword Saint.
And that was only on the premise that he hadn't specialized purely in the way of the sword.
"Very well, you may begin now and see what level of sword legacy you can inherit."
Chuckling softly, Jiàn Wúhén stepped aside to watch in anticipation.
Yun Xiaoyao took a deep breath, fixed his gaze on the central Walking the Path sword, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
He could sense the sheer might of the Walking the Path sword. Though he desired it greatly, he held back.
For he knew very well that with his current cultivation level, he was utterly incapable of commanding such a formidable sword.
Even if he obtained it, it would prove to be completely useless.
At that moment, he suddenly cast his divine sense across the entire crater, enveloping every single sword within it.
Seeing this, Jiàn Wúhén raised an eyebrow.
"Well, well. This kid is actually trying to awaken the souls of all these swords at once to make his selection."
Yet he felt no particular astonishment, for Yun Xiaoyao's talent granted him precisely that qualification.
Even if the founder's Walking the Path sword were to choose him, Jiàn Wúhén wouldn't find it overly surprising.
The instant his divine sense washed over them, every single sword trembled in unison, emitting a piercing hum.
Clang!
The next moment, the swords that had previously been stuck in the ground all soared into the air, hovering above the crater.
Tens of thousands of longswords hovering in unison nearly caused Jiàn Wúhén's eyeballs to pop out of his head.
What Yun Xiaoyao did not know was that every single sword hovering above his head signified that it had acknowledged him.
Even Jiàn Wúhén, having visited the Sword Void countless times, had only ever managed to resonate with ten thousand swords at most on his best occasion.
Yet Yun Xiaoyao, upon his very first visit, had captivated ninety-nine percent of the swords here.
This meant that Yun Xiaoyao's talent had reached an utterly heaven-defying degree.
At that moment, Jiàn Wúhén noticed something.
Even the Walking the Path sword was vibrating furiously, as though it might break free at any second.
"A monstrous talent, an absolute monster."
Jiàn Wúhén wiped the sweat from his brow, his shock defying description in words.
Right then, from amidst the dense sea of swords, wisps of blue ghostly light shot outward, hurtling directly toward Yun Xiaoyao below.
The next moment, ethereal figures materialized around Yun Xiaoyao.
Among them were old and young alike, but without exception, their auras were incomparably formidable.
As they looked at Yun Xiaoyao, their gazes were reminiscent of someone spotting an unclothed beauty.
The moment Yun Xiaoyao opened his eyes and found countless pairs of eyes staring straight at him, he jumped in fright.
"Holy shit!"
Yet he quickly collected himself, offering a respectful bow toward the mass of soul entities gathered all around him.
"This junior, Yun Xiaoyao of the Sword Sect, pays respects to all the senior predecessors of the Sword Sect."