Chapter 266: Climbing Ten Thousand Sword Mountain

"I wonder if the Blind Sword Immortal will meet us."

Yun Zhi Yi felt at a loss.

In the past, after she left Qingyu Fu Di, the Blind Sword Immortal was already a renowned figure of Dao Tian Zhou, a being beyond legend.

The Blind Sword Immortal might not care about those ties; perhaps, to the Blind Sword Immortal, the experience with A Chuan is merely an insignificant dream.

Upon entering the territory of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, no one blocked them.

They easily arrived at the foot of the high mountain where the Blind Sword Immortal dwells.

Overbearing Sword Intent spread throughout the mountains.

Many Sword Cultivators were attempting to climb the mountain, using it as a forge.

They believed this was a test given by the Blind Sword Immortal; if they could pierce the Sword Intent and ascend the mountain, perhaps they might become the Blind Sword Immortal's direct disciple.

"Now that we have entered, the Blind Sword Immortal should sense us; if it wishes to meet us, it will naturally convey its intention."

Lin Chuan did not force the matter.

If the Blind Sword Immortal has no intention to meet, the climb would be meaningless.

"He will come."

Yun Zhi Yi recalled how the Blind Sword Immortal had once voluntarily rescued her from Qingyu Fu Di and led her to A Chuan's reincarnated body.

That indicated the Blind Sword Immortal's regard for the connections of that life in Qingyu Fu Di.

Even if it were a dream, it was still a very important dream.

While the two were discussing, a sword suddenly flew down from the high mountain.

In an instant, ten thousand swords rang together.

Inside and outside the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, countless Sword Cultivators were shocked.

"The Ancestor has acted again!"

"Look! That's one of the Ancestor's Nine Swords!"

It was a wooden sword, looking extremely ordinary, yet the intense Sword Intent it emitted now dared no one to underestimate.

Lin Chuan still remembered that in the "World of the Crown Prince" dream‑reincarnation, the Blind Sword Immortal always practiced sword‑drawing techniques with a wooden sword.

The wooden sword completely discards external influences.

It is almost swordless.

Only the purest Sword Cultivators dare to wield a wooden sword as a weapon.

Lin Chuan also practices the Sword Path, but he would never use a wooden sword as a weapon; compared with truly pure Sword Cultivators, he is still lacking.

Yet at this moment, he was also full of interest.

"I'll go see him."

Lin Chuan's mouth curved into a smile as he lightly called, "Sword, come!"

The CloudHeart sword fell into his hand.

Lin Chuan headed toward the high mountain.

The mountain was nameless, but the members of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect called it Ten Thousand Sword Mountain; countless Sword Cultivators had left their Life‑bound Swords upon its body.

From the foot to the summit, the higher one goes, the thinner it becomes.

Yet being able to bear the Sword Immortal's will and drive a sword into the mountain itself is already sufficiently formidable.

For countless years, innumerable Sword Cultivators have visited here across heaven and earth.

Only about ten thousand have managed to leave a sword here.

The sword that just came from the east caused the ten thousand swords to tremble, and countless Sword Cultivators, as if injected with adrenaline, rushed toward the high mountain.

Lin Chuan became one of them.

"What a strong Sword Intent."

"The higher you go, the stronger it becomes."

"For those Sword Cultivators, it truly is a good place to forge themselves; the Blind seems not to take disciples, yet he spreads the Way in another way."

"It does fit his character."

Among geniuses, Lin Chuan rarely employs the Sword Path; he mainly uses the Burial Spirit Domain as his primary means against opponents, making clearing the field more convenient.

If he meets an equally matched opponent, the Sword Path's killing power would be stronger and more effective.

However…

In his eyes, there is currently no equally matched opponent.

Bai Li Ming is no exception.

Bearing endless Sword Intent, Lin Chuan passed one Sword Immortal after another, racing straight toward the summit.

"Look! That person is fierce, moving unbelievably fast!"

"In the time of ten breaths, he reached the mid‑mountain."

"Damn! He wants to become the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's senior brother."

A series of exclamations rang out.

Under intense pressure, Lin Chuan merged with his dream memories, and his body instinctively employed those sword techniques he had once used.

Once raw, twice familiar.

Three or four times awakening the soul.

In many dream‑reincarnation worlds, the strongest technique Lin Chuan created must be the Burial God Sword Song.

But he did not deliberately recreate this Divine Power.

The Way! It must be realized!

One must fuse one's own will, let the soul become transparent, to reach the summit.

Now he, and everything the Human Clan True Ancestor experienced, are completely different, even though the memories from Reincarnation run deep in his bones,

Yet the love, hatred, affection, grudges, all suffering, that kind of despair can no longer be empathized with.

Even he himself cannot fully understand his self from another era.

Even if he copies a method, creating a sword technique similar to the Burial God Sword Song, he still cannot reach completion.

"My Sword Path should be changed."

Lin Chuan has many things he wants to do.

Cultivate great perfection with the women?

Break the Black Mist?

Save the daughter?

Too many things swirl in his mind, making his Sword Path wavering and never sharp enough.

In a daze, Lin Chuan recalled a line his opponent said to him in "World Prince Jianghu",

"Your sword is not pure enough."

But when did my sword ever pursue purity?

He never wielded a sword for the sake of wielding; he grasped the sword in his hand because of something he wanted to accomplish even more.

The nascent form of a new Sword Intent seems to be gradually taking shape in Lin Chuan's mind at this moment.

It is indescribable and inexplicable.

It merely plants a seed, not knowing what kind of flower will bloom or what fruit will form.

"Are you deliberately guiding me?"

Lin Chuan, deep in thought, accelerated his ascent.

At the foot of the mountain, countless Sword Cultivators reveled.

"Climbing!"

"That person! No, that senior brother is about to ascend the highest peak, to behold the Sword Immortal Ancestor."

"Senior brother! Our model!"

Those gathered here are pure Sword Cultivators, yearning to climb and hoping someone can reach the highest peak.

Lin Chuan's appearance was like a bright ray of light.

It sparked the hope in their hearts, letting them know that the highest mountain of the Sword Path can indeed be scaled to its summit.

"Sword Cultivator Jia Ming! Congratulations to the senior brother!"

In the sea of people, an elderly cultivator with white hair, barely at the legendary First Realm, eyes brimming with tears, thrust his sword skyward, celebrating.

"Sword Cultivator Yao Shun, congratulations to the senior brother."

"Sword Cultivator Ming Zhi, congratulations to the senior brother."

"……"

More and more Sword Cultivators flew swords in celebration.

Lin Chuan heard wave after wave of cheers like a tide; these people seemed more excited at his climbing than at their own Breaking Realm.

"What a bunch of crazy yet adorable people."

"What a pity."

"I wonder how many can awaken from madness, break through themselves, and walk a farther road."

At this moment, Lin Chuan seemed to understand the purpose of the Sword Immortal Xia Zi.

The people gathered here are a group of lost Sword Cultivators yearning to escape their predicaments; perhaps Xia Zi once felt lost too, which is why he is willing to scatter a bit of light toward the end for the world.

Seeing a fellow traveler reach the end is not jealousy, but heartfelt congratulations, even tears of joy.

Perhaps only among these crazy Sword Cultivators can such a quality be found.

Lin Chuan withdrew his gaze and walked into the mountain.

Ahead, a back‑sword Xia Zi was carefully polishing a rusted iron sword.