All the swords had left.
The underground abyss had become completely empty again.
There was no sea of swords here.
No chimes from the millions of sword spirits shaking at the same time.
Absolute silence.
Suddenly, a very minute vibration came.
Gu Qing Shan raised this hand.
Chao Yin sword trembled very slightly, shaking, crying.
"There's no need to feel pain for them"
Gu Qing Shan spoke to the sword.
"In their final moments, being able to strike ahead for their own Dao, that's more valuable than ten thousand years of loneliness"
"That's what a sword cultivator is"
Gu Qing Shan was standing in midair, all around him were tall cliffs, while below was a bottomless abyss.
In the darkness, a grey Tribulation cloud had covered the entire ground below the abyss.
Gu Qing Shan relaxed his arms, tilting to look up.
If one day, when I die, will I also be able to pass gloriously as well?
