Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

"Is that so?" Feng Yimo was shocked. There was only one reason why he could choose his master. The flying sword had a sword spirit, and the sword spirit could choose its master.    

    

"Of course it's true. I've seen it once before. Back then, after Wei Yi Core Formation, the number one Golden Core Period disciple in Jiantong Helm Branch, entered Sword Lake to pick his flying sword. In the end, tens of thousands of sword qi soared to the sky. It went straight into the clouds and alarmed all the higher-ups. They could only watch as he brought out the third ranked Soul Shocking Sword!" Bi Fei's eyes revealed a look of envy. Although his Golden Sword wasn't bad, it couldn't enter the top thousand of the Jiantong Helm Branch's famous sword ranking.    

    

The Sword Cultivator used the flying sword as its life. The quality of the flying sword directly determined the combat strength of the Sword Cultivator. Everyone wanted to obtain a peerless sword, but there were only a few flying swords that were filled with spirituality. To obtain it, apart from contribution points, it was also a great opportunity.    

    

Feng Yimo was filled with anticipation to enter the Sword Lake.    

    

After resting for two days, Feng Yimo first collected the Blood Jade Valley. Then, he was ordered to bathe and change clothes. He solemnly followed a disciple to the Sword Lake on the mountaintop.    

    

At this time, Feng Yimo's cultivation base was at the late stage of integration. The excuse was that he had broken through while dealing with the medicinal Donghu Citys and medicinal fields in the Donghu City.    

    

There were a lot of Transcendency Period warriors in the Jiantong Helm Branch, but they didn't cause any commotion.    

    

The passageway to the Sword Lake was a white jade staircase that was two hundred feet wide. Many disciples who had formed their Golden Core were walking up the stairs one step at a time. Step by step, they rushed to the top of the mountain to pick a flying sword that was suitable for them.    

    

Two hours later, Feng Yimo was led to the Sword Lake. When he saw the Sword Lake that was made up of millions of flying swords, he was shocked.    

    

Anyone who saw the dense and endless flying swords and sword Qi would be shocked. Those core disciples who had just formed their Gold Core were even more shocked. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they finally woke up from their shock and walked toward the Sword Lake excitedly.    

    

Feng Yimo wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he watched the Core Formation disciples choose their flying swords.    

    

In these two days, he entered the Records Room and read some ancient books about entering the Sword Lake to choose flying swords. He had a rough understanding of what was going on.    

    

If one wanted to enter the Sword Lake and choose a flying sword, the lowest cultivation base was Golden Core Period. Of course, one could also choose a flying sword after entering the Nascent Infant Period realm. However, no one was willing to wait. With a Gold Core cultivation base, one could refine a flying sword of their own. Who would be willing to wait for a few hundred years? Furthermore, who was confident that they would be able to form their Nascent Soul? Furthermore, with a sharp flying sword that was suitable for them, they would be able to protect their lives to the greatest extent. Therefore, 99% of the disciples chose to enter the Sword Lake as soon as possible to choose a flying sword after reaching the Core Formation realm.    

    

The process of choosing a flying sword was a tough one. It required a cultivator to relax his mind and walk into the Sword Lake alone, allowing the sword Qi to wash his body. If he was not careful, he would be injured.    

    

It was the same as walking a steel wire. They braced themselves and walked deeper into the Sword Lake. The deeper they went, the higher the quality of the flying sword was, but the more dangerous it was. When he encountered a suitable flying sword, or if he could no longer bear the sharpness of the sword Qi, the cultivator could only choose a flying sword and leave the Sword Lake.    

    

Every core disciple only had one chance to enter the Sword Lake to choose a flying sword. Other times, only by establishing outstanding merit points for the sect could they make an exception and enter the Sword Lake. Feng Yimo was like this.    

    

In front of Feng Yimo was a young cultivator who seemed to be only 30 years old. His Golden Core aura was still unstable, and he was excited as he walked into the Sword Lake.    

    

The Sword Lake was a huge lake formed by flying swords. Every flying sword was pointed upwards, and they floated in the air. The cultivator entered the lake and activated his protective Yuan Qi barrier. The flying swords opened up a path, and the cultivator's figure quickly disappeared into the dense forest of swords.    

    

However, after half an hour, the cultivator couldn't take another step forward. His body was shaking and he was forced to hide by the sword Qi. His silver inner disciple robe was cut open by the sword Qi and he was in a very sorry state. With a bitter smile on his face, he took a deep breath and reached out his right hand. He released his Yuan Qi and a black flying sword flew into his hand. Then, a huge repelling force came and he flew out of Sword Lake.    

    

Feng Yimo shook his head. After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the cultivator had only walked half a mile and had not touched the core area at all. At most, he was in the outer area. The furthest he had traveled was about a mile. They were all in the outer area.    

    

The entire Sword Lake occupied an area of three hundred acres. It was oval shaped. The center was two miles away from the core of the Sword Lake. According to legend, 99% of the top thousand ranked flying sword and famous sword came from the core. That was the place that everyone yearned for. However, very few people could reach it. All the disciples who entered the core of the Sword Lake were stunning and powerful.    

    

Feng Yimo took a step forward and leisurely walked into the sword lake that was filled with surging sword qi.    

    

Every flying sword seemed to be floating in the air because of the impact of the black ground of the Sword Lake. Moreover, it was emitting a faint sword qi. When the sword qi entered one's body, it would make one feel as if they were being torn apart. No wonder those cultivators couldn't go deeper.    

    

The sword qi was sharp and cold. A mere protective Yuan Qi barrier could only last for an incense stick of time before it was destroyed. If it didn't come out soon, it would be torn apart by the sword qi!    

    

However, in Feng Yimo's eyes, these sharp sword qi turned into a gentle breeze that didn't hurt him at all.    

    

Under everyone's astonished gazes, Feng Yimo's footsteps stabilized and continued forward. Very quickly, he surpassed the other cultivators who were persisting bitterly.    

    

"He's so powerful. He actually entered the core!" Someone exclaimed.    

    

"There's no need to be envious. Didn't you notice that you can't see through his cultivation? This person must be a senior with a special reward. Perhaps he's a Soul Formation or Void Refinement senior!" Another person said.    

    

"Ah, so that's how it is. Perhaps senior can obtain a rare flying sword. We have the fortune of seeing it. Not everyone can see it." That person said again.    

    

"Yeah, I hope so."    

    

As Feng Yimo went deeper, the sword Qi seemed to feel provoked. It buzzed and became stronger. The Rainbow Wind Chasing Sword in Feng Yimo's dantian was eager to fight. It sent a message to Feng Yimo asking him to fight. "Master, let me out. Small ones, sweep them all!"    

    

Feng Yimo shook his head. The Rainbow Wind Chasing Sword, which was already a supreme grade Dao Weapon, had turned into a cold aura. It was not suitable to be exposed here. With his Mahayana Late Period cultivation base, even if he could fight against an early stage Tribulation Transcender, he would not be able to fight against the Terrestrial True Immortal. After witnessing Freelancer Xuanshui's strength, he had to act with his tail between his legs.    

    

Clang!    

    

A shocking sword Qi slashed down from the sky. The surrounding sword Qi scattered in all directions in shock, as if they saw Feng Yimo as their property, and would not stop until they died!    

    

"Ah, good sword, it should be able to enter the top 1000!" The cultivators on the shore of the sword lake exclaimed.    

    

"I didn't expect to see such a good sword. Senior's luck is not bad!"    

    

Unexpectedly, just when everyone thought that Feng Yimo would keep this flying sword, Feng Yimo casually punched out. The shocking sword qi instantly dispersed. A green flying sword fell out and entered the flying sword in the Sword Lake.