A huge, ancient, and simple grand hall stretched before him.
On the obsidian wall directly ahead were two giant characters made of countless swords: Shenxiao (Divine Firmament).
These silver characters were incredibly intricate, actually formed by countless sword weapons pieced together bit by bit.
Each character was a hundred zhang square in size, fashioned from at least hundreds of thousands of blades.
When Gao Xian first set foot inside the Shenxiao Hall, he was immediately overwhelmed by the majesty of those two characters.
Though they were dragon-engraved runes, the sword aura coursed through them—vast, puissant, shifting subtly like yin and yang.
It was truly like the blazing sun in its glory or the bright moon shining in full.
As a sword cultivator, Gao Xian prided himself on his accomplishments in swordsmanship.
Yet before these two colossal characters forged from thousands of swords, he was instantly awed by the overwhelming sword intent.
Even Sister Lan surfaced from the depths of his mind sea, her powerful pure-yang Tai Xuan Divine Aspect was still thoroughly suppressed by the sword intent’s magnificence, as vast as waxing and waning sun and moon.