The mindless sword blanks gradually disappeared, vanishing completely when they reached the halfway point.
In their place, pristine True Swords emerged. Time seemed to have left no mark on these sword blades.
They gleamed as if freshly forged, exuding a rich aura that coalesced into a thin mist.
These True Swords were now more than adequate for ordinary cultivators.
However, in the eyes of Jian Wushuang, they lacked something crucial—resonant sentience.
Only when True Swords possessed sentience could they resonate with their wielders.
Unfortunately, he felt no sentience emanating from any of these True Swords.
At that moment, Nan Xuan suddenly spoke up, "Young Friend, be alert. I sense a significant energy fluctuation at the mountaintop."
Jian Wushuang nodded, feeling the same disturbance from the mountaintop.
