In the Tomb of Weapons, Li Xuan saw tombs as he ventured deeper. Before each tomb stood a stone tablet, and upon each tablet was a different spirit weapon.
Spears, sabers, whips, moon hooks, purple hammers… and so on.
Each stone tablet was about three zhang apart, and one could feel the pressure emanating from each spirit weapon without conscious effort. Clearly, this was the pride of each spirit weapon's existence.
What intrigued Li Xuan was that these spirit weapons were clearly demarcated, showing no signs of mutual consumption.
"Each spirit weapon has its own weapon spirit, and they can all sense each other. In here, they are, in the end, each other's support. While humans may have conflicts, spirit weapons do not." Lingxi spoke, sensing Li Xuan's thoughts.
Li Xuan smiled wryly. Humans were indeed different from other races. Where there are humans, there is the martial world. Compared to humans, these weapon spirits were undoubtedly much simpler.
However, even so, Li Xuan had to face these weapon spirits now. Although Lingxi said these weapon spirits were relatively simple, Li Xuan needed to pass through their respective territories to reach the depths. This was implicitly a confrontation.
"Lingxi, can you communicate with them?" Li Xuan asked after some thought.
Lingxi replied unhappily, "Master, the lowest level here are peak Immortal Artifacts. Except for the Saint Sword in the deepest part, the others are all Divine Artifacts. I can communicate with one, but I can't communicate successfully with all of them."
"Little Master, you needn't worry. The sword is the leader of all weapons. As a sword cultivator, why should you fear these weapon spirits? With their power, how can they pose any threat to you?" The voice of the Heavenly Dao Brush echoed in Li Xuan's mind.
Li Xuan was startled. Seeing that Lingxi did not object, he was moved. The next moment, his Eighth Level Sword Intent spread out.
Not only that, but three Immortal Swords floated before Li Xuan, and he then walked directly towards the depths.
Whether it was due to his sword intent or not, the pressure from the weapon spirits seemed to recede as Li Xuan passed. In a flash, Li Xuan had entered the middle area.
"Blood Raven, you always struck first whenever someone entered, preparing to break through to the depths. Today, why are you not stopping this person?" A voice suddenly rang out at the entrance after Li Xuan entered the middle area.
"Why should I stop him? His target is that one, and how can such sword intent be comprehended by ordinary people? Even that one has made no move, so why should I seek trouble for myself?" Blood Raven snorted in response.
"We have been here for over ten thousand years. If not for the special nature of this place, how could we have survived for so long? This person carries the destiny of heaven, and he might be a chance for us to get out." A hoarse voice sounded.
"For us to submit to him? Although this person carries the destiny of heaven, for all of us to rely on him, isn't that elevating him too much?" A questioning voice arose.
"How can we fathom the chosen one? Esteemed sirs, if you miss this village, you won't find this inn. Of course, all of this still depends on whether this person can gain the approval of that one. If that one chooses him, why should we continue to wait here?" the former spoke.
"If he can gain the approval of that one, I, Blood Raven, am willing to follow him!"
"Rather than endure the monotony of time here, I am also willing!"
"As the saying goes, a general dies in a hundred battles. If we are to stay here until we perish, I am also willing to see the outside world. Even if it's just for a glimpse!"
"..."
Time passed, and Li Xuan had arrived at the deepest part of the Tomb of Weapons. On the stone tablet before him, half a spiritual sword was inserted. Li Xuan looked at the half-sword with a solemn expression. Although he was only ten zhang away from the half-sword, Li Xuan already felt immense pressure.
He could not take another step forward.
"Little Master, this is his test for you. If you cannot reach the stone tablet on your own, you probably won't get him either." The voice of the Heavenly Dao Brush echoed in Li Xuan's mind.
Li Xuan took a deep breath and, with a thought, withdrew his sword intent into his body. The next moment, Li Xuan extended his left hand and slowly reached forward.
Boom!
Terrifying sword qi churned, instantly repelling Li Xuan's left hand.
Li Xuan frowned slightly at this. The next moment, he directly stepped towards the half-Saint Sword.
Crack!
A terrifying rebound force surged, mixed with sword qi, instantly shredding Li Xuan's clothes. Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the leg he had stepped out with cracked, leaving only bone. A sharp pain assailed him. Li Xuan frowned slightly, then looked up at the half-Saint Sword.
"Is this intended to show me who's boss? If that's all, then you're really overestimating yourself," Li Xuan muttered softly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He took another step forward.
Boom!
At this moment, Li Xuan's entire body entered the sword pressure of the half-Saint Sword. But even though the sword qi was terrifying, it could not cause any harm to Li Xuan, who had activated his sword body. The left leg that had been cracked before had already grown new flesh and blood.
Li Xuan looked at the half-Saint Sword on the stone tablet, his gaze gradually turning colder.
"Submit, or die!"
After waiting for several breaths, the half-Saint Sword remained unresponsive. Seeing this, Li Xuan no longer bothered to speak and directly walked towards the stone tablet.
"If you had shown me goodwill from the beginning, I might have respected your choice. But now, you have lost my interest. Although it is only half a Saint Sword, I believe it can help me improve considerably."
Li Xuan mused as he walked, his sword body's light beginning to surge. The surrounding sword qi was instantly absorbed by Li Xuan's body, becoming nourishment for Lingxi.
Yin!
Sensing Li Xuan's killing intent, the half-Saint Sword let out a sword cry. The next moment, the half-Saint Sword began to vibrate and floated into the air with a hum.
"Chosen one, if you can grant me one request, I will follow you." A voice entered Li Xuan's mind.
Li Xuan frowned slightly at this and looked at the half-Saint Sword, saying, "You have lost the qualification to negotiate with me."
The half-Saint Sword fell silent for a moment, then said, "I choose to submit."
A trace of surprise flashed in Li Xuan's eyes. He then nodded slightly and beckoned to the half-Saint Sword. The next instant, the half-Saint Sword landed directly in Li Xuan's hand.
Li Xuan's divine sense probed into it, and information instantly appeared in his mind.
"So, your name is Good and Evil Sword." After digesting the information, Li Xuan slowly opened his eyes and said.
"Strictly speaking, I can only be called Good Sword now," Good and Evil Sword replied.
Li Xuan was somewhat confused. It was only when Good and Evil Sword explained the reason that Li Xuan understood.
Tens of thousands of years ago, Good and Evil Sword was split into two during battle, and now it can only be considered Good Sword. As for the other half, Good Sword could sense its existence, but its exact location could not be determined.
"Master, do you need to stay here and cultivate for some time?" Good Sword asked.
Li Xuan asked, "Why do you say that?"
Good Sword replied, "Master's sword intent is at the Eighth Level, right? I should be able to help Master improve a bit."
Li Xuan was overjoyed and nodded, "I couldn't ask for anything more!"