Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Luo Xiu leaped from the flying boat and plunged into the mist-shrouded Sword Forest below.
The so-called Sword Forest was not a verdant expanse of trees. On the contrary, it was barren and utterly lifeless—not a single blade of grass in sight. This was a forbidden territory formed by hundreds of thousands of swords!
These hundreds of thousands of swords were the spoils of war collected by the Azure Emperor after his exhausting battles across the Three Thousand Worlds, taken from the fallen cultivators. Among them were ordinary blades left by common loose cultivators and also swords that once belonged to the formidable experts of the Emperor Realm.
The residual Sword Intent from hundreds of thousands of swords fused here, nourished over thousands of years, to finally form this perilous forbidden territory.
「On the flying boat.」
