Fine droplets of moisture seeped from the stone walls of the secret chamber. Ye Fan raised a hand to wipe the surface, his fingertips brushing against ancient array patterns carved deep into the stone crevices. These were the foundations of the mountain-guarding grand array, inscribed by the founding grandmaster of the Cangwu Sword Sect using his natal sword. Having weathered a century of frost and wind, many of the lines had thinned to mere threads.
"Here." Lin Zhaoyue's sword tip lifted a sliver of silver radiance, pointing out three cold stars at the position of the Gate of Life. "The fragmentary pages of the Taichu Sword Canon state that the sword array requires 'three radiances reflecting the sword heart.' If the Gate of Life retains only a single vein, it will snap when met with overwhelming force."
Before her voice had even faded, the sword tassel at her waist trembled slightly. That woven peach-branch tassel suddenly blossomed with a pale pink halo, resonating from afar with the ancient peach tree within Ye Fan's Inner World.
Chapter 171