Severin was taken aback by the sight. As a level seven supreme saint, his divine senses extended over


    a hundred miles, yet therge tomb of broken swords at the valley’s bottom had escaped his notice


    during his flight to the seventh mountain.


    As he retracted his vision, Severin mused to himself, The Sword Tomb is exactly as I expected it to be.”


    “Come with me. I’ll bring you there!” Yaacob interrupted Severin’s thoughts. He then rose into the air


    and dived straight down without a second thought.


    Severin followed suit. As the wind roaring in his ears, Severin sensed an increased intensity of


    swordwill as they descended. After a while, the twonded at the bottom of the mountain, revealing the


    vast expanse of the Sword Tomb.


    The Sword Tomb was sprawled dozens of miles across and housed countless buried broken swords.


    Each sword emanated a faint yet chaotic swordwill which were interwoven into a barrier that seemed to


    cause one’s divine senses to dull. Despite Severin’s level seven supreme saint attainment, his spiritual


    awareness was restricted within a ten–mile range there.


    He soon realized that was the reason he was unable to sense anything earlier. It was the chaotic mass


    of all the swordwill that concealed the Sword Tomb’s presence. Beside him, Yaacob pointed to the


    center of the tomb and said, “Here we are. It has existed for over ten thousand years since the


    Grandiuno Sect’s establishment. No one knows how many broken swords and swordwills are in there,


    and the malevolent energy umted within discourages even the elite disciples from staying too


    long.” A lingering fear crossed his expression as he spoke.


    Indeed, the malevolent energy within the tomb was very strong, and even Severn–a level seven


    supreme saint with a robust physique–felt a scratch on his forearm within seconds of being in there. He


    looked. over and saw a sh inflicted by one of the many swordwills.


    The aggressive aura surged like a shark drawn to blood, prompting Severin to quickly circte his


    energy and creating a protective shield to fend off the malevolent energy wanting to consume him.


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    Severin then muttered to himself, “There are probably tens of thousands of swordwills here. Though


    these are mere remnants of broken swords, it is still an excellent ce to practice swordsmanship.”


    Though the remnants of swordwill produced a pervasive malevolence that was so dangerous that even


    royal saints could die from it, Severin noticed many of the Seventh Mountain’s disciples present around


    the tomb. Some sat cross–legged and employed their skills to resist the malevolent energy, while


    others. focused their minds onprehending the lingering swordwill and tempering their bodies.