The sound shook the heavens, Jianzhou quivered lightly.
Such momentum also caused the people of the other six great Grotto-Heavens to feel their hearts flutter and spirits shake, involuntarily all of them lifted their heads to look towards the white-clothed youth standing with his hands behind him in the wind, their eyes filled with reverence.
There was a time when Xue An declared his intention to vie for the first place in the Dao Sword competition, nobody believed him, even drawing widespread ridicule and laughter, thinking he was merely a dreamer talking nonsense.
But as time passed, when Xue An single-handedly eradicated the Demon Empress and made the assembly of cultivators bow their heads with a single sword strike, many suddenly felt that the so-called first place was no longer important.
Because this young man had obviously surpassed the realm of ordinary people’s imagination, his strength could not be described by mere rankings.
At this moment, Xue An raised his hand and slowly opened his palm.
In the center of his hand was a small, yet incomplete sword.
Upon seeing this sword, everyone from Mingxin Palace gasped in astonishment.
"It’s Elder Shi Jian’s Sword Intent!"
"Elder Shi Jian isn’t dead!"
Amid the surprised cries, Elders like Ting Jian and others were overwhelmed with excitement.
Xue An smiled faintly, "Just now when I unleashed this sword strike, I suddenly sensed this Sword Intent in the heavens, about to dissipate, so I captured it! It looks like this should also belong to someone from your Mingxin Palace?"
Ting Jian nodded, "Yes, this is my fifth brother Elder’s Sword Intent! Previously, to eliminate the demon ghost, he willingly detonated himself and died!"
"Oh? Quite the loyal sacrifice!" Xue An lightly said.
"Sir, is there a way to bring him back to life?" Ting Jian looked at Xue An with a hopeful expression.
Hope also sparked in the hearts of the other onlookers.
After all, Xue An had already given everyone too many surprises.
Xue An shook his head, "There’s no hope! His physical body is completely shattered, even this remaining Sword Intent is incomplete, there’s no way to revive him!"
Hearing Xue An say this, Ting Jian and others, who had been full of hope, instantly felt as if they had fallen into an abyss, their eyes showing a hint of despondency.
"However..." Xue An’s eyebrows slightly raised, "Although his physical body can’t be restored, I can indeed reforge him into a sword. In this way, one could say he has been indirectly brought back to life. What do you think?"
Ting Jian and the others exchanged glances, then nodded without hesitation.
"Sir, my fifth brother has always cherished swords more than his own life. If he could become one with a sword, he would surely be willing!" Ting Jian said.
Xue An nodded, "Very well!"
With a casual wave of his hand, the incomplete small sword suddenly flew out, hovering over the skies of Mingxin Palace.
Xue An said calmly, "I will give you a chance, whether you succeed or not depends on your own destiny!"
Having spoken, Xue An lifted his hand, his brow slightly raised, and he uttered a light cry, "Myriad Sword Refinement, Reborn from the Bone!"
Boom!
As Xue An gave the command, the entire Mingxin Palace suddenly began to shake violently, and then countless swords rose from within Mingxin Palace, the quantity so vast that the sky was obscured.
Everyone’s expression changed.
"These are all swords from Hidden Sword Pavilion and the Sword Tomb!" Sword Control trembled with excitement, exclaiming in shock.
To know that Mingxin Palace, as a sword cultivator sect with thousands of years of lineage, naturally collected countless precious swords. Moreover, many swords lost their spirit due to the death of their owners and were entombed within the Sword Tomb.
Therefore, upon seeing these swords, everyone couldn’t help but be astonished.
At the same time, countless swords converged into a torrent of steel, which soared into the sky, rushing towards the lonely small sword above the heavens.
Bang!
When the two met, followed by a dull thud, the small sword was quickly submerged by the boundless array of swords.
The world was so silent that only the metallic symphony from within the swords could be heard.
Ting Jian and the others, with sweaty palms, widened their eyes and watched quietly.
Time passed by the second.
The torrent of steel made up of swords writhed madly, but the silhouette of the lonely small sword was nowhere to be seen.
Xue An watched quietly, without speaking.
Because he had said that he could only provide an opportunity, whether it succeeded or not would be up to the fate of Elder Shi Jian.
Just then, the complexions of Ting Jian and the others suddenly paled, and they cried out in despair, "Little Fifth!"
Because in their senses, the Sword Intent belonging to Elder Shi Jian had suddenly vanished.
What this meant was naturally self-evident.
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