Inside the Wind God Hall, the extraordinarily elegant Feng Xinyue sat upright on a meditation cushion, while Long Chen, Tang Wan'er, and Yue Zifeng respectfully sat before her.
Feng Xinyue looked at Long Chen, then at Yue Zifeng, and nodded, saying, "Very good. After going through many trials, you have finally reached the threshold of swordsmanship."
Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were shocked. With Yue Zifeng's strength, he had only reached the threshold of swordsmanship? If someone else said such things, both of them would feel like they were provoking the other.
Feng Xinyue said, "Back then, the Sword God used a long sword that shook heaven and earth, suppressed ghosts and gods, and united man and sword, known as the strongest blade in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
The Sword God was proud and solitary, never taking on disciples or founding a lineage, yet he was loyal to one person, ultimately fighting to the death, shedding his last drop of blood.
At the moment of his imminent fall, he infused his sword will into the long sword. The sword shattered, fragments sliced across the myriad worlds, and divine radiance covered the heavens and ten earths.
Before his fall, the Sword God made a great vow, using the power of his soul to bless sword cultivators, draw on the power of heaven and earth, control the karma of heaven and earth, guide the source of all paths, guide righteousness, correct conduct, and enter the gate of swordsmanship.
Now, although your will is firm, your Dao heart is iron, and your strength is formidable, you are still lingering outside the gate of swordsmanship."
Hearing Feng Xinyue mention the Sword God, Yue Zifeng immediately felt invigorated, and respectfully said, "
I am slow-witted. May I ask what this Gate of Sword Dao is?"
Yue Zifeng had devoted his life to studying swordsmanship, confident in his understanding of swordsmanship unmatched. But Feng Xinyue's words dealt him a heavy blow.
If he was still just lingering outside the gate, then who in this world could enter the gate of swordsmanship?
Feng Xinyue shook her head and said, "I don't know much about the Sword God lineage. You ask me what the Sword Dao Gate is, but you really stump me.
But as far as I know, from ancient times to the present, only one person has ever entered the gate of the Way of the Sword."
Yue Zifeng's heart trembled violently. He had been somewhat resentful before, but upon hearing these words, he suddenly understood that from ancient times to the present, only the Sword God had entered that gate.
Although Yue Zifeng was arrogant, there were two people he admired most: Long Chen. Otherwise, with his proud and aloof personality, he would never have followed anyone.
The other was the Sword God. In other words, the Sword God was the master he had never met, and in his heart, that was supreme.
Upon hearing that only the Sword God had entered that door, he immediately felt convinced.
"So, is that why he can be deified?" Long Chen asked.
Feng Xinyue nodded and said, "However, he never inherited the legacy. Only after his fall was he enshrined as a god."
"Why is that?" None of Long Chen and the other two understood.
Feng Xinyue smiled slightly and said, "The Sword God's arrogance is beyond your imagination. In his era, looking across the nine heavens and ten earths, so-called gods, so-called emperors, and emperors were worthless to him.
Looking across the nine heavens and ten lands, only one person could catch his eye, so he had no intention of passing on his supreme divine ability.
Because in his era, no one could inherit his legacy. When he fell, perhaps seeing the distant future, everyone changed their minds.
He used his divine soul will to spread through the long sword in his hand, scattering blessings across the heavens and earths, spreading blessings across the eternal celestial firmament. In this way, his legacy would never disappear.
And you are one of the beneficaries of this endless river of blessings."
Yue Zifeng looked shocked. After all his cultivation, this was the first time he had heard the legend of the Sword God.
Yue Zifeng couldn't help but want to ask, but Feng Xinyue reached out to stop him:
"There are some things you shouldn't ask."
Clearly, Feng Xinyue knew what Yue Zifeng wanted to ask, but she couldn't answer, nor could she answer his question.
In the end, Yue Zifeng could only swallow back what he wanted to say. Although he didn't say it out loud, both Long Chen and Tang Wan'er knew what he wanted to ask.
If the Sword God is so terrifying, why would he fall? If the Sword God is so proud, then who is the only one who catches his eye?
This was a taboo topic, and even Feng Xinyue couldn't mention it. However, judging from her expression, she definitely knew.
"In this world, only the Sword God entered that gate, hence called the Sword God. But we encountered a sect called the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect. Their ancestor called himself the Lingtian Sword God. Senior, do you know him?" Long Chen asked.
Feng Xinyue said, "This is to mention what was mentioned before: the Sword God self-destructed his divine sword, scattering it across heaven and earth.
That guy named Ling Tian obtained one of the fragments and thought he had obtained the Sword God's legacy.
However, this guy was once a contemporary of the Sword God and had tried countless times to become his disciple.
But the Sword God looked down on his talent, and even more so his character, completely ignoring him.
At that time, he was also a renowned sword cultivator. After hitting a wall, he bore a grudge and dared not offend the Sword God directly, but deliberately slandered and belittled him behind his back.
Later, after the Sword God fell, somehow he got incredibly lucky and obtained a fragment of a divine sword. Sensing the Sword God's sword intent, he truly made a breakthrough, advancing rapidly in swordsmanship and instantly becoming a supreme master.
From then on, he called himself the Ling Tian Sword God, founded the Ling Tian Divine Sword Sect, recruited disciples, and gathered sword Dao talents from all over the world.
But since the Sword God had just fallen, this guy suddenly appeared and called himself the Sword God, almost as if he were taking over. More importantly, his past slander of the Sword God was exposed, angering countless Sword God admirers and beginning to attack the Ling Tian Divine Sword Sect.
Although Ling Tian was formidable, there were quite a few swordsmanship experts at the time. They were also passionate admirers of the Sword God. Although they didn't catch the Sword God's eye, that didn't mean their strength was weak.
The Lingtian Divine Sword Sect was slaughtered so badly they cried out for their parents, eventually fleeing into a small world and hiding. Now that you've run into them, it seems Lingtian's ambitions are stirring up again."
"A single fragment can transform him?" Yue Zifeng's heart was burning with excitement. He exchanged a look with Long Chen, who immediately reached out a large hand and grabbed fiercely. The meaning was clear: one word—snatch.
Seeing Long Chen's expression, Feng Xinyue was speechless and said irritably, "You two are really bold. That Ling Tian is cautious and cunning, but his strength is astonishing.
You should know, he survived from that era. If his strength weren't strong enough to withstand the erosion of time, he would have long since become a pile of bones.
With your current strength, trying to snatch treasures from him is like throwing an egg against a rock."
Hearing Feng Xinyue say this, Long Chen patted Yue Zifeng on the shoulder and comforted him:
"It's okay. It's not about thieves stealing, but about being coveted. This thing will be ours sooner or later. When there's a chance to meet up with Mo Nian, he's full of tricks. I...If you don't believe it, you can't get it."
Long Chen knew that this divine sword fragment represented the Sword God's legacy. Yue Zifeng was definitely eager to obtain it, but trying to snatch it now seemed unrealistic.
"But don't worry. The piece in his hand is hard for you to get, but I know the whereabouts of the other fragment!"
Feng Xinyue's words instantly made Yue Zifeng's heart race wildly.