Sword Mountain possessed unique prohibitive laws that could detect Chen Qingyuan’s talent in the Sword Dao and his Spiritual Root.

Even now, without any remarkable feats from Chen Qingyuan, the spirit swords would swarm to him, eager to leave Sword Mountain and join him in his conquests.

Many observed Chen Qingyuan in secret, including numerous Elders from the Sword Hall and Powerful Figures from the main and other branches.

“How did Old Yu manage to find such a promising seedling?”

“To fight on par with Changsun Fengye from Misty Palace at the same realm is truly the mark of an Evildoer.”

“I hope Little Chen can reach the summit and gain the recognition of the ancestral holy sword.”

The Elders communicated secretly, watching the changes atop Sword Mountain.

More than ten days passed, and Chen Qingyuan was getting closer to the summit, a mere hundred meters away.

However, this final hundred meters was extraordinarily difficult.

Near the summit, the number of precious swords dwindled significantly because the swords in this area were all holy weapons.

Swoosh!

A low-quality holy sword radiated a green glow, circling Chen Qingyuan several times. About three feet long and dark green throughout, its blade was etched with dozens of sword patterns, exuding mystery.

“The Green Void Sword, even among low-quality holy swords, stands at the pinnacle.”

The Elders were well aware of the origins and names of the holy weapons.

“Though extraordinary, this sword still doesn’t meet Chen Qingyuan’s standards.”

Gu Qingfeng predicted that Chen Qingyuan would at least obtain a high-quality holy sword of ordinary grade.

“That’s the sword of my dreams.”

Some disciples from the Sword Hall, hearing there was excitement to be seen, put aside their tasks and gathered near Sword Mountain, gazing up from afar.

Some disciples had yet to take a sword from Sword Mountain, hoping to reach a higher realm in the Sword Dao, thus increasing their chances of obtaining a higher quality precious sword.

For the average Sword Hall disciple, a low-quality holy sword was already the ultimate dream.

“Sorry.”

Chen Qingyuan, as before, declined the offer of such a sword.

Hum—

The Green Void Sword’s light flickered a few times, seemingly regretful, before returning to its original place.

Before long, other precious swords began to react, all hoping to make Chen Qingyuan their master.

Seeing the spectacle of thousands of swords resonating, the Sword Hall disciples felt a pang of envy and showed wry smiles. They had to put in countless efforts for a spirit sword’s recognition, yet Chen Qingyuan outright rejected a holy sword’s recognition.

Alas! Such is the gap!

The disciples noticed the presence of many Elders and didn’t dare to get too close, instead using their Supernatural Powers to watch from a distance.

They envied Chen Qingyuan’s life path but bore no excessive jealousy.

After all, they had heard that at his age, Chen Qingyuan could temporarily step into the realm of No Sword with special techniques, a truly exceptional talent.

Another ten days passed, and Chen Qingyuan was only ten meters from the summit.

Now, each step he took required gritted teeth and a staggering gait.

Patter!

One step, two steps, three steps…

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Chen Qingyuan gradually neared the peak.

Many Elders clenched their hands tightly, very anxious.

The seven precious swords at the summit were treasures left by the first ancestor. Compared to high-quality holy swords of the same grade, they were sharper, more spirited, and could even be considered overwhelmingly superior.

These final steps took Chen Qingyuan half an hour.

Clang—

With that step, Chen Qingyuan truly stood at the summit. Instantly, the Barrier at the summit underwent an unusual change, and ancient sounds, coming from nowhere, spread to every corner of Sword Mountain and echoed in Chen Qingyuan’s ears.

“He’s reached the top.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; reaching the summit meant that at the very least, Chen Qingyuan would obtain an ordinary high-quality holy sword. As for the holy swords within the special formation, it would depend on Chen Qingyuan’s Fortune and was hard to predict.

At the core of the summit was a formation, within which seven three-foot green-edged swords were suspended.

Outside the formation, there were roughly dozens of high-quality holy swords, some embedded in giant rocks, others in the soil, and some lying flat.

Hum hum hum—

With Chen Qingyuan’s ascent, dozens of holy swords simultaneously shone brightly, sword lights soaring into the sky, forming a massive sword shadow overhead, a magnificent sight.

However, Chen Qingyuan did not make a choice immediately but headed straight for the formation.

He wanted to give it a try.

After reaching the summit, Chen Qingyuan no longer felt the suffocating pressure and relaxed considerably. Soon, he reached the edge of the formation and took in all seven precious swords.

What to do?

Chen Qingyuan stood still, deep in thought.

To obtain the holy sword forged by the ancestor, one needed to demonstrate extraordinary talent in the Sword Dao.

“Let’s give it a try!”

Chen Qingyuan decided to use the Dao Technique of the Qiankun Finger to enhance his Sword Dao realm in an unconventional way.

After brewing for a while, Chen Qingyuan pointed towards the formation.

Boom!

The finger’s light struck, like hitting the surface of water, causing ripples to spread across the formation.

The Dao intent of half-step No Sword realm awakened the seven slumbering precious swords.

A crimson sword was the first to tremble, like a freshly awakened lion, exuding a heart-palpitating aura.

“It worked!”

Seeing the reaction from the swords within the formation, the Elders genuinely rejoiced for Chen Qingyuan and were amazed by his talent, truly the pinnacle of the Sword Dao lineage.

“This is the Crimson Sun Sword, rumored to be forged by the first ancestor with supreme true fire, containing the power of extreme yang, specializing in slaughter, and difficult to control.”

Gu Qingfeng’s eyes rippled with unusual waves; his life’s greatest wish was to gain the recognition of the ancestral sword. Unfortunately, he no longer had that chance.

Seeing Chen Qingyuan’s successful challenge, Gu Qingfeng didn’t want Chen Qingyuan to make a hasty choice and immediately used Sound Transmission to clarify his doubts.

Hearing Gu Qingfeng’s Sound Transmission, Chen Qingyuan paused and carefully examined the Crimson Sun Sword floating in the formation.

Then, another sword awakened.

Entirely black, about three feet long, with a ripple in the center of the sword body extending to the tip.

“The Ink Extreme Sword, containing the laws of Qiankun, the power of Yin and Yang, shares a similar mystery to the Supernatural Power you practice.”

Gu Qingfeng transmitted again.

Woo!

Before Chen Qingyuan could take a closer look at the patterns on the Ink Extreme Sword, a powerful sword aura drew his attention. Moreover, this sword aura even suppressed the presence of the other precious swords.

A three-foot white sword, flawless, purer than snow.

At the hilt, a pattern of the Other Shore Flower extended to the end, with a total of seven stars.

The revival of this sword caused the surrounding Void to distort as if it couldn’t withstand its sword intent.

“The Seven-Star White Jade Sword!”

The awakening of this sword shocked all the Elders in the courtyard.

The ordinary disciples were unaware of this sword’s history, but how could the Elders not know?

Whoosh—

At that moment, Zhao Yichuan appeared at Sword Mountain, his face showing surprise, his pupils flickering with unusual colors.

Then, Yu Chenran also appeared, along with many Elders hidden in the shadows.