Chapter 172: Feng Caichen

And at that moment, the terrifying sword intent on the white‑robed youth surged skyward, began sweeping in all directions, and at the same instant suppressed hundreds of powerful sword intents—

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

In the deepest part of this vast sword domain, the core of the true Ancient Sword Tomb shrouded by endless Chaos sword light, more than a dozen terrifying auras that had been either in deep slumber or in an advanced Dao‑comprehension state were instantly awakened by this sudden sword intent, whose essence was so lofty that it moved them all.

Divine Sense after Divine Sense, each overwhelmingly powerful, capable of reversing the Star River and shaking the Wanjie, traversed space‑time, instantly spanned endless distances, and simultaneously poured into the area where the white‑robed youth stood!

When these Divine Sense entities saw clearly the tens of millions of li sword domain wholly ruled by the terrifying sword intent, and perceived the supreme realm within that sword intent that seemed to point directly to the origin of the sword Dao, even these Ancient Entities that had lived for uncounted ages and had witnessed countless sword‑Dao geniuses turned pale!

He couldn't help inhaling a sharp gasp of cold air!

Swish!

A figure descended at lightning speed.

It was an elder dressed in plain black robes, with a ruddy complexion, and hair meticulously combed.

He seemed ordinary, yet between the opening and closing of his eyes, terrifying scenes of Epochs shifting, Reincarnation collapsing, and the birth and death of the universe constantly unfolded!

He stood there, with no sword aura around him, yet seemed as if he himself were the embodiment of the sword's very principles!

He is one of the renowned Titans within the Ancient Sword Tomb... the Heavenly Sword Master!

At this moment, this usually dignified, stoic sword‑Dao colossus, his face was covered with uncontrollable excitement and thrill, even his voice carried a barely perceptible tremor!

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good! Wonderful!!"

The bright, hearty laugh, full of genuine joy and pride, instantly echoed across the domain shrouded by supreme sword intent, drowning out the resonant clanging of swords.

The Heavenly Sword Master's gaze burned intensely, as if admiring a priceless treasure, fixed on the white‑robed youth slowly opening his eyes, his admiration and satisfaction nearly spilling over.

"Feng Caichen! Feng Caichen!!"

"The legendary Tai Chu Sword Intent! It contains the secret of Open Heaven and Split Earth, pointing directly to one of the supreme realms at the origin of the sword Dao! Ancient texts are vague about it, existing only in theoretical supreme sword Dao... and yet... you have truly comprehended it successfully!!"

"Good! Wonderful! Truly a fine disciple of my Heavenly Sword Master!!"

"Miracle! This is literally a Miracle!!"

His excitement was uncontrollable; he couldn't help letting out another hearty laugh.

The Tai Chu Sword Intent, even in the records of the Ancient Sword Tomb, belongs to a legend within legends; countless brilliant sword‑Dao ancestors had sought it in vain, and yet it has reappeared in the world through his own disciple!

Only then did the cross‑legged white‑robed youth finally fully restrain the terrifying sword intent that had been soaring around him.

He slowly opened his eyes.

They were a pair of clear, luminous eyes, yet also deep with the insight that sees through worldly affairs and discerns the essence of the sword Dao.

His expression was calm, neither joy nor sorrow, as if the earth‑shattering breakthrough moments ago was merely a small, natural occurrence for him.

He rose, straightened his immaculate white robe, and, facing the excited Heavenly Sword Master, respectfully and calmly bowed, his voice clear and steady:

"Master."

At that moment, two other figures radiating equally vast and profound, earth‑shaking sword intent also descended here almost simultaneously.

On the left stood a person in a dark long robe, seemingly enveloped by endless death and Jiemie sword aura, with a bone‑chilling cold breath, the Yinming Sword Sovereign.

On the right was a figure in a plain white sword robe, aura vague and ethereal, as if manifesting myriad forms yet converging into a single sword, the Wuji Sword Saint.

These two, likewise, are revered, sky‑reaching ancient sword‑Dao colossi within the Ancient Sword Tomb!

At this moment, their gazes toward the white‑robed youth were filled with unabashed awe and astonishment.

A rare smile forced its way onto the Yinming Sword Sovereign's icy face, his voice like clashing metal and iron:

"Heavenly old man! You truly have... ridden a torrent of great luck! To think you managed to pick up such a millennia‑rare sword‑Dao seed! This Tai Chu Sword Intent... *tsk tsk*, I, old man, am filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred!"

The Wuji Sword Saint also clapped his hands in admiration, his eyes flashing with myriad colors:

"Indeed! I only regret that on that day I happened to be in seclusion! Had I emerged a moment earlier, such talent and quality would have compelled me to contest you, Heavenly Sword Master, for it! The Tai Chu Sword Intent... in my Ancient Sword Tomb, how many Epochs have passed without its appearance?"

Their words were filled with envy toward the Heavenly Sword Master and supreme admiration for the white‑robed youth, as if he were their own disciple.

Seeing his two old rivals and friends in such a state, the Heavenly Sword Master could not conceal the proud, swaggering look on his face; he smugly stroked his non‑existent beard and jeered:

"Hey! You two old immortals! Usually you look down on everyone, now you're jealous? This time, after much effort I, Heavenly Sword Master, finally obtained a millennia‑rare disciple, and you two keep clinging to this memory, huh? When will it end!"

He waved his hand as if shooing away flies:

"Go, go, go! Don't linger here blocking my disciple from consolidating his realm and comprehending the sword Dao! Do whatever you need to do!"

The white‑robed youth was clearly already accustomed to the unique interactions among these major figures of the Ancient Sword Tomb, and now a faint, slightly helpless smile appeared on his face.

He again bowed to the Yinming Sword Sovereign and the Wuji Sword Saint, his posture still unhurried, his tone respectful:

"Junior Feng Caichen... have met the senior Yinming Sword Sovereign, have met the senior Wuji Sword Saint."

Feng Caichen!

This name, at this moment deep within the Ancient Sword Tomb, accompanied by the Tai Chu Sword Intent that suppresses tens of millions of li of sword domain, is destined to become a title that will reverberate throughout Zhutian Huanyu and Eternal Time and Space!