However, at this moment, there was a sudden tremor in the sky.
Han Li looked up, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Above the sea of swords, there was a white cloud with golden edges hanging alone.
Above the cloud, there was a huge white stone altar floating motionlessly. It was octagonal in shape, surrounded by eight giant golden pillars that were hundreds of feet high. There were golden dragons on the pillars. The carvings were lifelike and looked quite spectacular.
Han Li frowned slightly. When he was about to fly forward to check, he heard a sudden roar from the altar. A red light shot out from the cloud below the altar.
Immediately afterward, a crimson flame suddenly gushed out from the center of the white cloud. A dazzling crimson quickly replaced the white, instantly igniting the entire cloud.
At the same time, the bottom of the white stone altar also turned into a sea of red flames. The flames tumbled, reflecting half of the sky red.
Now that the clouds were gone, Han Li was immediately able to see a short middle-aged man standing on the altar.
This person was none other than Xiong Shan.
At this moment, he was raising his hands high and waving them at the sky with a solemn face. There was a burst of chanting in his mouth.
Above his head, there was a black iron plate the size of a cattail leaf fan. It was slightly bulging in the middle and slightly bent on both sides. It looked exactly the same as the "Dan Shu Iron Ticket" given by the secular dynasty. The words "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin" were engraved on it.
Accompanied by a series of cryptic chanting, the flames below the altar burned even more vigorously. Waves of heat that could be seen with the naked eye surged over, causing ripples to appear in the surrounding space from the heat.
In the sea of swords, countless flying swords were like grasslands in a gale, swaying violently and colliding with each other, making a tinkling sound.
Han Li frowned, and a trace of understanding flashed in his heart.
In the past, Xiong Shan spent a lot of effort to gather thousands of spiritual swords to create the so-called "Thousand Sharp Spirit Gathering Sword Formation" in the Fire Dragon Path. Most of it was learned from this Lifeless Sword Sect.
And the sword sea formation here should be the original real Spirit Gathering Sword Formation.
With this world as the foundation, the floating altar as the furnace, and the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket as the guide, gathering the countless flying sword spirits in this sea of swords, truly achieving ten thousand swords return to one.
What kind of boldness was that?
"Wan!
Sword!
Gather!
Spirit! "
Right at this moment, an explosive shout suddenly resounded from the sacrificial altar high in the sky!
His voice rumbled like thunder, and it caused the heavens and the earth to rumble endlessly.
In a split second, the entire mountain shook violently, and the invisible sword qi that was imprisoned in the sea of swords soared into the sky.
Han Li saw that there seemed to be a gentle breeze blowing through the sea of swords. The lush green grass growing in the sea of swords was instantly sliced off and turned into dust by the invisible sword Qis that filled the sky.
The countless flying swords that were originally swaying along with the wind seemed to have received some kind of guidance at this moment. All of them froze, as if they were soldiers facing a battle. They stood upright in the sea of swords, the tips of the swords pointing straight to the sky, motionless.
On the sacrificial altar, Xiong Shan took a deep breath. He suddenly waved his palm, and a golden flying sword immediately flew out of his palm, turning into a golden light. After spinning in the air for a while, it suddenly floated under the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket.
Xiong Shan used his finger like a knife, drawing in the air for a while. The golden light flowed at the tip of his finger, and the light traces condensed into a golden rune of ten meters in size. It flashed and fell on the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket.
The Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket trembled violently, and it made a hearty buzzing sound.
Immediately afterward, the entire iron ticket began to appear a trace of fine lines, intertwined with each other, blooming a dazzling golden light.
There was a loud "boom"!
A thick golden beam of light gushed out from the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket and went straight to the sky, then it exploded in the sky like fireworks, turning into a dazzling golden light curtain.
On the golden light curtain, there were countless illusory shadows.
Among them, there was a golden-armored deity who was as tall as a giant, holding a broadsword that could destroy a city and shake a mountain. There was also a mysterious masked assassin with a slender sword like a sewing needle in his hand …
There were graceful women flying in the sky, holding swords in their hands as their clothes fluttered in the wind. There were also skinny, long-bearded old men who were controlling the sword qi … There were tens of thousands of sword shadows, and so on.
Han Li frowned, staring at the countless phantoms in the golden light curtain. His pupils also reflected a little bit of golden light.
At this moment, his whole body and mind seemed to be immersed in it.
He felt as if he had fused with the golden light barrier and become a part of it. He was wielding the seventy-two Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, wantonly dancing in the air and blooming green lotuses of sword-shadows.
At the same time he was immersed in it, the sea of fire below the floating altar suddenly changed. The flames in it rolled and twisted, turning into a huge flame vortex, emitting bursts of strong suction force.
In the sword sea below, all the flying swords were suddenly summoned, and suddenly there was a chaotic trembling sound. One after another, they rose from the ground and turned into a turbulent and majestic flood of flying swords, flying toward the flame vortex.
The entire void above the sea of swords became extremely chaotic. All sorts of sword lights were refracted randomly, slicing the entire void into pieces. The invisible sword qi was no longer confined in the sea of swords and began to escape in all directions.
"Chi!
Chi! "Two sounds of cloth tearing came, and the clothes on Han Li's body were swept by the sword qi, immediately tearing two extremely long holes.
He himself was still looking at the sky motionlessly, as if he knew nothing.
In the high sky, more than a thousand flying swords rushed into the flame vortex, and suddenly they were burned red, making waves of trembling sound.
Light gathered where the sword qi was, and balls of light of various colors flew out. They were the pure sword qi of these flying swords.
The light of the flying swords that had been stripped of their sword qi quickly dimmed, and in a few breaths, they were refined into a pool of magma-like liquid, fusing into the flames and disappearing.
The flame vortex's capacity was limited, and it could only absorb more than a thousand flying swords at a time. Han Li's Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords were at the back, and there was still some distance before they entered the vortex, but according to this, it would only take a few dozen breaths.
On the floating altar, Xiong Shan's brows were also tightly knitted together, and he murmured, "Very good, I've fallen into the Myriad Sword Spirit Diagram just like this.
Once I've refined this rare immortal sword, I'll come and test it on you … "
In reality, he had already noticed Han Li's arrival, but he was busy activating the great formation and had no time to pay attention to him.
In front of him, there was a hollow area in the middle of the floating altar, from which balls of sword qi floated out, hovering in the air.
Seeing this, Xiong Shan was overjoyed. He crossed his hands in front of him, forming a strange hand seal, and pointed at the Myriad Sword Steel Voucher.
The golden patterns on the iron coupon immediately flashed, and a burst of golden light shot forth from within, enshrouding the golden longsword down below, forming a seemingly substantial golden vortex above it.
As soon as the vortex formed, the balls of sword qi on the altar immediately flew over, madly surging into Xiong Shan's lifebound flying sword.
The golden longsword let out a series of trembling sounds, and golden light rippled on its body, spreading out waves of golden arcs of light in all directions.
The altar began to devour the sword qi, and the flame vortex below constantly absorbed new flying swords. The Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords were wrapped in it, constantly approaching the vortex.
At this moment, Han Li, who had been frozen where he was, suddenly trembled. The golden light in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a layer of blue light.
"What a powerful formation diagram!"
Han Li exclaimed, but a hint of joy flashed on his face.
The Picture of Nature in the golden screen of light came from the same source as the Myriad Sword Illustration he'd obtained all those years ago, but it was obviously several times more profound and brilliant. It could even be said that the Myriad Sword Illustration was a replica of the Myriad Sword Illustration.
When he was looking at this diagram just now, Han Li actually deliberately let go and let his mind sink into it. Otherwise, with his Divine Sense that had cultivated the third level of the Spirit Cultivation Art, he would not have sunk into it without realizing it.
The result of being completely immersed in it was that not only did he have a deeper understanding of the many changes of the sword formation, but he also figured out the foundation and operating method of the sword sea formation here.
On the altar, Xiong Shan saw that Han Li suddenly woke up, and his expression suddenly changed. He exclaimed, "How is this possible?"
It was no wonder that he was so surprised.
He could not be blamed for being so surprised. After all, as a True Immortal Sword Cultivator, when he first saw the Myriad Sword Spirit Diagram, he had been immersed in it for seven days and seven nights. He had only managed to wake up by chance.
After that, although he comprehended the Thousand Sharp Spirit Gathering Sword Formation, his Divine Sense was damaged, and his vitality was greatly damaged. He had no choice but to leave this place. After so many years, he finally had the opportunity to make a comeback.
Xiong Shan clenched his teeth, and his heart was filled with anger. He pushed his hands forward, using his Celestial Spiritual Force to push the light balls of Sword Essence into his Natal Flying Sword.
"Clang clang clang …"
The flying swords in the sky were like horned dragons rising to the sky, twisting together and surging toward the flame vortex.
Han Li turned his head and saw that the Bamboo Cloudswarm Sword was mixed among them, and it was only a hundred feet away from the flame.
His eyes narrowed, and he lifted his foot and stomped. The mountain suddenly shook, and his whole body flew backward like a meteorite, heading straight for the "sword dragon".
However, he'd just flown into the sky above the sea of swords when a shapeless and enormous force that caused him to suffocate surged over from all directions, and it pressed his body down towards the ground.
At the same time, gusts of violent wind whistled by his ears, and the chaotic sword Qi that filled the heavens and the earth slashed towards him ceaselessly, tearing his clothes open one after another.
Han Li let out a roar, and the blue Mystic Apertures around his body flickered. A layer of translucent crystal film immediately appeared on the surface of his body, blocking all the invisible sword Qi.
"Boom!" A loud sound rang out!
Under the impact of the invisible force, his body fell heavily to the ground, and his legs were pressed into the ground.
Han Li was shocked, and he looked up into the sky. He saw Xiong Shan standing at the edge of the altar, forming a spell with one hand to connect with the Myriad Sword Iron Ticket, and the other reaching out of the altar to press down on the sea of swords.
He was also staring at Han Li, and his eyes were full of resentment.
At this moment, he naturally knew that the person in front of him was Li Feiyu, the person who stole his sword formation.