Ancestor of the Sword Dao, Ancient Desolation

On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

In front of him, the golden nine-story sword tower floated and vibrated.

Streaks of sword light turned into long dragons, swirling around him.

Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, and his Sword Dao Essence Soul appeared behind him, floating up and down.

In his mind, starting from the moment he set foot on the Nine Mystic Mountain to his current attainment at the pinnacle of a Sage, all the insights and realizations from his swordsmanship practice transformed into vivid scrolls, continuously circulating.

The scrolls spun faster and faster before finally dissipating into a greenish-gray aura.

Han Muye opened his eyes, and the greenish-gray aura flashed.

"The opportunity of life and death, the sword, is the choice."

The greenish-gray aura collided with the Primordial Spirit Sword on Han Muye's back, causing it to tremble.