As Long Chen reached the center of the mountain and the shaking of the mountain stopped.
The thousands of the swords that were stabbed on the ground flew outside and reached the sky.
Long Chen looked towards the sky and saw all the swords of the mountain flying above the mountain.
"The Dao Sword is not in the sky. That must still be stabbed on the ground at the peak of the mountain," Long Chen muttered as he resumed walking towards the peak of the mountain, but just as he took the first step, he felt a pressure on his body.
The pressure was as if the entire sky was falling on him and trying to get him down on his knees.
The winds also started coming towards him from the top of the mountain. The Winds seemed as if they were filled with sword aura that kept grazing Long Chen's body as it passed by him.
"I guess this is a part of the Sword Art of Vajra," Xun muttered.
