After Jian Wuxia carefully explained the details of entering the Sword Pool, he took out a pitch-black sword blade. A surge of spiritual energy poured into the blade, and in an instant, endless black sword lights erupted from it, filling the entire hall and shooting out in all directions.
Jian Wuxia formed a hand seal, and a powerful sword intent rose from the center of the hall, enveloping Lu Xuan and the others before they vanished in an instant.
"Is this the legendary Sword Pool?" Lu Xuan's mind was in a daze for a few breaths before he opened his eyes and found himself in a strange space—a world of sword energy.
The ground was littered with countless broken swords, and from time to time, sharp sword lights of various shapes and sizes shot out from them. The air was filled with sword energy so dense it seemed to blot out the sky, and the sound of sword energy whistling past his ears was constant. In the distance, he occasionally saw powerful sword lights shooting into the sky, accompanied by the clear ringing of swords.
"Indeed, this is the Sword Pool, the core of the Sword Hall. Its depth is beyond imagination, containing countless high-grade flying swords. There are even rumors that some disciples have obtained fifth-grade sword artifacts and sword pills from here," a gentle voice spoke up not far from Lu Xuan. He turned to see Zhong Baiyu, who looked like a smiling Buddha.
