The moment the gate of thunder light closed, Su Yao felt a chill wash over her, a biting cold spreading through her meridians. The scene before her eyes shifted abruptly; the mist-shrouded peak of Longji Mountain vanished, replaced by a desolate stone forest. Grey-white stone pillars towered into the clouds, their surfaces carved with primitive sword patterns. Each groove flowed with a faint sword qi, as if whispering of the glory of ancient sword cultivators.
"This aura..." Lin Yu clenched his fists, arcs of lightning dancing involuntarily around his body. "It feels like countless swords are watching us." Before he could finish, the nearest stone pillar exploded, and countless streaks of sword qi surged forward like a swarm of bees. Su Yao swung her ancient sword horizontally, blooming with sword flowers that deflected the onslaught. Yet, the moment the sword qi dissipated, clear, resonant sword chimes echoed through the stone forest, transforming into tangible sound waves that made their eardrums ache.
"Watch out! This is the sword cultivator’s Dragon-Trapping Formation!" Qin Mo quickly formed hand seals, golden talismans coalescing into a shield in mid-air. "Every time we break a sound wave, the formation grows stronger!" As he spoke, the ground suddenly cracked open, and three rusty ancient swords erupted from the earth, their blades wrapped in pitch-black chains, their tips pointing directly at the trio’s throats.
Chapter 206