Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 238: An Old Sword Sage Walks Out of the Lake, The Promise That Stakes the Entire Sword Pool Palace (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The melodious sound of the bell gradually spread out, like the last sorrowful cry of a deep-sea whale about to face demise.

The bell rang 36 times, and the entire city was filled with swords!

In Jinguan City, the drizzling rain was as moist as a pastry, and it poured down densely and contaminated the swords that were drawn by an inexplicable aura and hung up one after another. Water flowed along the tip of the swords and converged to drip, as if the swords were crying.

All the commoners in the city, be it the peddlers, scholars, singers, prostitutes, or the cultivators in Jinguan City who rode their swords, looked at the phenomenon that shocked the entire city with extreme reverence.

Such a situation where the entire city was filled with swords had never happened in Jinguan City. Even the records in history did not exist.

The Sword Tomb let out a long cry. All the swords in the city were suspended, as if they were watching the dead swords part for the last time.

What exactly happened in the Sword Pool Palace? Who was the person who knocked on the Timeless Sword Bell?

Many people were curious. They were extremely curious about the person who could ring the bell 36 times.

When facing the Sword Bell, being able to ring the bell represented one’s fate with the sword. As for ringing the bell 36 times… what did it mean?

Even the commoners and cultivators living in Jinguan City found it difficult to imagine what the meaning behind the 36 rings was.

Even the old Sword Sage who had protected the Sword Pool Palace for a long time could only ring the bell 35 times!

However, could it be that the person who struck such a bell sound wave had the potential to become the new Sword Sage?!

In the Sword Pool Palace.

It was silent. Everyone looked in the direction of the Sword Pool Lake in silence and felt the bell that had already dissipated but still seemed to echo in their ears.

What kind of person could actually ring such a bell?

The disciples of the Sword Pool Palace were endlessly curious because this person had not only created a legend, but also broken an unprecedented record in the Sword Pool Palace.

After striking the bell 18 times, the Sword Pool Palace could forge a second-grade sword for him.

Now, this person had struck the bell thirty-six times and doubled the requirement. Such a figure… would probably become an esteemed guest of the Sword Pool Palace!

In fact, he could even ask a sword forging master to forge a first-grade sword for him!

In front of the Sword Pool Lake.

The breeze was gentle and carried cold water vapor.

An Le stood in front of the cracked stone platform, sweating profusely. His white clothes were drenched in sweat.

He panted heavily. Every inch of his flesh seemed to be trembling, as if a light rain had landed on his body and evaporated into steam by the boiling Qi Blood.

An Le’s mind and body felt unprecedented fatigue. It was as if he had exhausted all his strength and mental power.

Compared to when he used the [Heroic Qi Attraction] to swing his sword in front of Lin’an Prefecture’s Heavenly Profound Palace to slash Emperor Zhao’s palm and shatter the Primordial Spirit array that covered the entire White Jade Square, he was even more tired now.

Even though An Le had stepped into the double fifth realm because of this, this fatigue still surged out uncontrollably.

Of course, An Le was not worried at all. He knew that this was the situation left behind by the Divine Sword Body after communicating with this ancient Sword Bell, the Sword Tomb that had buried many swords.

It was not just fate that he struck the bell thirty-six times.

It was also the exchange of divinity between the Divine Sword Body and the Sword Souls left behind by the dead swords.

An Le sat on the stone platform and raised his hand to gently pat the Sword Bell that had become extremely hot because of the consecutive bell waves.

A wisp of Connate Qi surged out of his Inner Core and in the Niwan Palace between his brows, specks of multicolored light rose behind his Primordial Spirit!

His Body Tempering had stepped into the fifth realm and was surrounded by Connate Qi. His Spirit Refinement had also stepped into the fifth realm, Oblivion Multicolored Light.

When his palm touched the Sword Bell, he seemed to be able to sense that the Sword Souls of the dead swords had all returned and gathered in this Sword

Bell.

Every sword had its own story and soul.

Even though they were already dead, they still left traces behind.

An Le stood up and looked at the sword bell that had landed on the stone platform again. At this moment, he seemed to have an invisible connection with this ancient bell.

If possible, he could even easily move this Sword Bell away.

With a smile, he turned around and walked down the stone platform.

His entire body’s aura evaporated like a multicolored light spreading.

His white clothes became dry, and the Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword landed on his waist. After experiencing the Sword Bell baptism this time, the impurities on the sword bodies seemed to have faded a lot.

The Ink Pool Sword, which had reached the fifth-grade because it absorbed the aura of calligraphy and ink, was directly upgraded under the baptism of the 36 bell rings.

From a fifth-grade sword to a fourth-grade sword.

The aura of calligraphy and ink in the sword did not increase. After all, An Le had not painted or composed any poems these few days. He had not made any literary creations, so he had not nurtured this sword.

However, this time, the increase in the grade of the sword was not because of the painting, but because of the changes in the sword itself. Under the bell wave, it washed the impurities in the sword body and bathed in sword qi, giving birth to the soul of the sword.

This was the key to the rise of the Ink Pool Sword to the fourth-grade.

Green Mountain was cleansed by the bell waves, but there was no increase in quality.

However, An Le could feel that his connection with Green Mountain was getting closer and closer. He could even vaguely see the clouds in front of the mountain being swept away by the bell waves, revealing a mountain path surrounded by clouds.

As long as he stepped on this path, he could ascend Green Mountain and complete the ancient scripture..

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