The thick darkness filled Yu Lie’s vision, and his ears could not hear any杂声 (extraneous noise), only the sound of sword qi clashing sharply.
What struck Yu Lie as strange was that the ground of the Sword Garden was not made of earth or stone but was pitch black, seemingly composed of swirling mist.
Or to be precise, it was strands of sword qi.
Steadying his body, he swam downward like a fish gliding through water.
As Yu Lie moved, countless flying swords shimmered with spiritual light and flashing brilliance, like fish swimming in the deep sea, darting past him with a whoosh.
Many flying swords, some carrying hostility, others curiosity, flew directly at him, shredding his robe to tatters.
Naked, Yu Lie was wrapped tightly by dense sword qi, but he felt no panic.
His ancient sorcerer’s body gave him immense confidence.
That confidence also made Yu Lie uninterested in those flying swords that came to attack him, even when some of them bore the aura of celestial-grade weapons.
“Since I have already come to the deepest part of the Immortal Garden, naturally I must seize the most supreme inheritance!” Yu Lie thought to himself.
Suddenly, he sensed a chill thriller passing over him, as if a divine consciousness swept past his sides ahead of him, probing deeper into the underground.