He clearly felt the power of these transcendent sword spirits, which were quite terrifying. But this didn't mean he was going to hesitate; the more challenging it was, the greater the reward was for him.
At present, only four Transcendent sword spirits had awakened, yet the pressure they exerted was already overwhelming. They hovered silently in the void, positioned at different angles around him, faint silhouettes formed of pure sword power rather than physical shape.
Each one radiated an entirely different sword rule.
One was tyrannical and domineering, its intent heavy and oppressive, as if every strike sought to crush heaven and earth alike.
Another was sharp yet invisible, like it was in another world.
The third one was cold and had similarities with his lunar rule, but it contained the intent of death.
The last was ancient and boundless, calm on the surface yet unfathomably deep, yet containing annihilation within it.
Four swords.
Four wills.
