Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 1985

Severin naturally had no idea of the shock he caused the other disciples. After he successfully cultivated Sky-Soil Heptagold Sword Energy to Small Success, his understanding of the true act of being a swordsman became more and more profound.

At that moment, he was as majestic and domineering as an unsheathed sword. The swordwill bursting out from his body became stronger and stronger, and even the evil energy surrounding his body had to succumb to his strong swordwill. The bloody evil energy—which was as big as a small mountain and shaped like a silkworm cocoon—was cut open in an instant as if it had encountered some kind of attack.

Following this gap, the lingering swordwills in the Sword Tomb that were attracted by Severin's own swordwill pounced directly on him as if they had found an outlet.

Sword cultivators had always regarded their sword as their life. In other words, where their swords were, there they were too. Even if their sword was broken, the will of swordsmanship lingering in it would remain for a very long time. It would not dissipate until it was washed away by the endless river of time.

In the past ten thousand years, Sword Tomb had buried countless broken swords of sword cultivators, and the true act of being a swordsman inside was even stronger.

Although the strength of those swordwills had long since faded over time, the attack of a large number of swordwills still made Severin feel like he was falling into an abyss.

Under the impact of those swordwills, the divine sense that was originally released for several miles was immediately broken into pieces. His divine sense damaged, Severin naturally felt uncomfortable. He felt as if his head had been hit hard by someone, and his vision gradually blurred until it turned completely black.

Fortunately, at that moment, the swordwill inside Severin's body burst out to protect him by pushing away the external swordwill. Only then did Severin react; he quickly increased the strength of his energy shield!

Severin's face turned a little pale after doing that. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with lingering fear, "No wonder this place has become the holy land of swordsmanship for Seventh Mountain disciples. There are just too many swordwills left here."