Baby with Daoist Monarch System

”Whoosh!”

”Whoosh!”

”Whoosh!”

Amidst the conversation of the three, they heard a series of rapid swishing sounds emanating from the trial and turned to look.

They saw Xu Ran and three black shadows passing through the four stone gates simultaneously.

There wasn’t the slightest temporal difference.

At the instant he passed through.

Rumble----

The four stone gates dropped simultaneously. Hearing the sound coming from behind, they turned to see the wall where the stone gates had been was now a complete wall without any gaps.

Aside from the dust swirling in the air, there was no evidence to prove four stone gates had just existed here.

Xu Ran merely glanced at it indifferently before turning away.

After all, they had cleared this level; gone or not, it didn’t matter. What mattered now was to focus on the upcoming challenges.

Currently, the most important thing was to quickly pass the trial, saving time.

Xu Ran turned his head, capturing the scene before him with his eyes.

Before him.

The arena’s circular walls were covered in cracks, with thousands of broken swords thrusting slantingly into the wall’s base perimeter.

Each sword was sheathed in a reddish-brown layer of rust, its blade serrated with jagged notches, resembling the fangs of some great beast.

The unique metallic tang of rust formed a visible scarlet mist in the stagnant air, clinging to the vine-like patterns remaining on the bronze sword hilts.

Unlike the arena’s perimeter.

The five-meter square area in the precise center was remarkably clean, the long sword set on a black basalt pedestal reflecting a cold glint.

The silver threads coiling around the sword hilt were flawless, the blade extending from the hilt to the tip was perfectly straight, without nicks or blood grooves, like a supreme divine sword sculpted by nature itself.

”Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh---”

As Xu Ran gazed at the grand yet melancholic scene before him, a gust of wind swept through the embroidery sword forest in the arena’s periphery.

This breeze, though gentle, could blow away the scarlet mist clinging to the embroidery swords.

In an instant.

As the wind stirred, lifting the rust dust into a red mist, it seemed to respond to the call of the central iron sword, surging to encircle it.

These scarlet hues danced wildly as if celebrating something.

Despite the multitude of mist gathering around it, this sword remained spotless, without any energy fluctuation or rune glow—just like an ordinary weapon freshly quenched by a blacksmith, casually discarded in the center of a bone-heap graveyard.

Xu Ran looked at the arena filled with embroidery swords, instinctively stepping forward.

”Tap!”

A loud yet dull sound echoed through the arena as he instinctively looked at his feet.

It turned out his feet stepped precisely onto an embroidered shell, the dull sound it produced was piercingly jarring in the arena.

”Buzz---”

”Buzz---”

”Buzz---”

”Buzz---”

The moment the dull sound echoed, the previously still embroidery swords began to resonate, their hilt-wrapped decayed cloth shivering away in gray.

The embroidered shell Xu Ran accidentally stepped on seemed to have awakened these dormant embroidery swords, causing them to constantly stir.

The sound produced by these vibrations was equally dull.

Xu Ran frowned upon hearing these sounds.

”What does this mean?”

Xu Ran was somewhat puzzled.

Clearly.

In the trial just after passing the Leg Technique stage, the next trial was this scene before his eyes.

Moreover, through these embroidery swords piled high, he could clearly feel an endless desolation within!

”Why are these all embroidery swords?”

The young junior sister observing Xu Ran’s trial saw the scene, asking in confusion.

The other two were accustomed to the junior sister’s questions.

Her laziness was widely known; aside from some very well-known major events she heard about from others, she did not know other obscure secrets.

She was too lazy even to flip through books.

”This...”

The second senior brother stared at these embroidery swords, frowning deeply, rubbing his chin, carefully recalling something.

The images flashed fiercely through his mind, suddenly halting on frames that matched the piled embroidery swords around the arena.

”This is....” The second senior brother abruptly stood from his seat, his eyes flashing with incredulity.

”This is the Sword Immortal’s personal sword!”

Upon hearing his words, the first senior brother also eased his frown, revealing an expression of confirmation.

”Sword Immortal? What Sword Immortal?”

The junior sister saw the two beside her with a sudden realization expression, full of confusion, pointing to the embroidery swords in the arena.

”These embroidery swords, the Sword Immortal’s personal sword? Wasn’t the ’Immortal Sword Skill’ they wielded condensed from Innate Qi? How could it be like these embroidery swords?”

Saying so, the junior sister shifted her finger to the most central silver and exquisite iron sword.

”If you said the most central iron sword was the Immortal Sword’s personal sword, I could believe that much!”

The junior sister, not much knowledgeable about that Sword Immortal who once caused a great upheaval in the Origin Realm, nearly destroying it, only learned from others’ accounts as she disliked reading ancient texts.

Even though she knew of the Sword Immortal, she only grasped a smattering, not much more.

At the very least, compared to the first and second senior brothers, she certainly knew less; what she did know was only the basics.