Chapter 28: Unexpectedly, Another Sword Cultivator

Yang Qiu was full of doubts. In his hand, the jade slip appeared, and he immersed his divine sense into it and carefully examined the content. After a long while, he retracted his divine sense, and the confusion in his eyes grew stronger.

"Even the senior didn't mention this formation. Could it be that the senior already foresaw that this formation couldn't stop me?" Yang Qiu muttered to himself.

After observing for a while, he was already sure that this formation, at most, possessed the power of a Holy Lord, capable of stopping him for a moment but not trapping him. If he wished, he could easily destroy the formation with brute force. However, considering that this was a test left behind by a Saint, he hesitated.

Destroying the formation was easy, but if he harmed the flowers and plants in the process, it wouldn't be good. After all, this would be his territory in the future.

"Well then." Yang Qiu sighed softly. "Since it's a test left by a Saint, I'll demonstrate my skills. Even if it's a formation with the power of a Holy Lord, I can still walk through without violence."

Since there was no one here and he wasn't in a hurry. Yang Qiu had just studied the Saint's killing formation for a while, and now was the perfect time to showcase his skills. Unexpectedly, a Holy Lord Grade formation was delivered to him. It was truly like a timely aid. As he stepped into the formation, the mist rolled, gathering in front of him. Even his divine sense was suppressed and couldn't extend too far.

"Interesting." Yang Qiu nodded approvingly at this method of setting up formations. He tok a few steps forward, and a swooshing sound came as a sword light attacked. Yang Qiu grabbed it effortlessly, crushing it with a casual pinch.

"This formation is…"

Yang Qiu's eyes showed a hint of puzzlement. He carefully examined the ground beneath his feet and discovered intricate formation patterns crisscrossing and covering the earth.

"Strange."

This formation technique was clearly the work of a contemporary master of formations. Why would it appear in an ancient paradise?

Yang Qiu's body suddenly shook, and he murmured to himself, "Could it be that the owner of this cave was once a formation prodigy?"

An ancient figure capable of creating a formation technique that surpasses the present era's standards would be considered exceptionally talented. If news of this spread, countless self-proclaimed formation masters would find it hard to face themselves. What they had achieved now, someone had accomplished countless years ago and even preserved it until now!

As Yang Qiu delved deeper, his expressions of astonishment didn't cease. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, it would be difficult to imagine that the same person created both this formation and the two killing arrays outside, given the stark contrast in styles. It was like two completely different individuals.

"Incredible. If I didn't confirm that no one else had entered here, I would almost mistake this for a formation left behind by an outsider!" Yang Qiu praised. Stepping further into the formation, a strand of Saint's power passed through the formation.

"Oh?" Feeling this power, Yang Qiu's expression brightened. "Is this a test through the formation?"

Even from here, he could sense the Saint's power. It seemed that the inheritance left by the Saint was extraordinary, permeating even through the formation. If that Saint were still alive, he must be a remarkable figure!

Thinking about his imminent breakthrough to Saint Realm. Yang Qiu quickened his pace. As he advanced, the Saint's power became increasingly oppressive. In the end, even he felt a bit strained.

"Is this Saint still alive?" Yang Qiu furrowed his brows. This kind of pressure was too formidable, and it was rapidly increasing. It felt as if a Saint was awakening, making him hesitate to think further. If an ancient Saint was still alive, his strength would be unimaginable!

As he advanced further into the formation, Yang Qiu felt not only the Saint's power but also a hint of sword intent, exceptionally sharp. It felt as if he was locked onto by a divine sword.

"This pure sword intent…" Yang Qiu was amazed. He thought he had understood the ancient Saint well, but it seemed he hadn't. The ancient Saint was also a sword cultivator!

That Saint has followed the path of formation, and still had the mind to take the path of sword cultivation. Becoming a Saint in both paths—this talent was beyond imagination. If that Saint had focused on just one, he could probably have become an Emperor. Even if not an Emperor, a Quasi Emperor wouldn't be an issue.

"Wait a minute!" Yang Qiu seemed to have noticed something. He paused and felt the sword intent carefully. He murmured: "This kind of sword intent… I seem to be familiar with it. It seems like I've seen it before!"

After contemplating for a moment, Yang Qiu suddenly realized, and said in a deep voice, "Great Luo Sword Sect!"

As the words fell, a deafening roar echoed. A sword, spanning thousands of feet, pierced through the void, shattering the formation, soaring into the nine layers of the sky, shaking the entire world.

"Clang!" The sword resonated, echoing through the heavens. Centered around the Bai Duan Mountain, within a radius of a million miles, tens of thousands of swords bowed down, emitting a mournful cry, as if paying homage to a Sword Saint!