
After finishing everything, Ling Yan was then invited by Zhao Zhang and Shen Yu to come to his residence and arrive at the residence.
"Actually why did Chief Zhao bring me here?" Ling Yan asked curiously.
Zhao Zhang only smiled faintly before replying.
"You'll find out later." Zhao Zhang replied.
Ling Yan glanced at Shen Yu who was also coming with them and only found his teacher nodding his head.
Zhao Zhang then led the way towards his private room before walking towards the scroll rack and was seen sliding a black colored scroll towards the right.
Right after the black scroll shifted, a secret door that was near the shelf of the scroll opened revealing a dark passageway with stairs leading down.
"This is the secret room of the thousand-sword sect, where the ancestors of the sect kept many heirlooms as well as precious treasures of Karun." Zhao Zhang was clear before descending first.
"Jin Yuan, you wait here and watch the situation, lest anyone enter." Ling Yan ordered his spirit puppet.
"Good master!!" Jin Yuan replied.
Yiao!!!
Ling Yan and Shen Yu thoughtlessly followed Zhao Zhang leaving Jin Yuan and Xiao Hu on top, and as soon as he got below, he left, they found the passage very dark and untouched by the slightest light.
"Chairman Shen, I need a little fire." With the help of Shen Yu, the torch that was already in Zhao Zhang's hands was now lit and it was seen that he was walking to one place.
Soon he pointed the torch at the edge of the hallway which turned out to contain fuel that went down the hall.
Ling Yan was quite astonished by the sight at the moment the flames were creeping through and lighting their way.
After the path had become fully lit, Zhao Zhang now again led the way forward and arrived at the place where the treasure of the thousand-sword sect was stored.
"It's....." Ling Yan could not stop clucking in amazement at the row of swords stored within the passageway, as the treasures stored there were all sword-shaped and nothing else but that.
"This is all a collection of swords belonging to the ancestors of the former thousand-sword sect, and there are also some collections of mine among them, but this is not the only one I want to show you."
Zhao Zhang walked back and went deeper, then before long he stopped in front of a stone that was still seven meters away from him.
Ling Yan frowned while putting on a puzzled expression, he could guess that what Zhao Zhang wanted to show was something that was in front of him at the moment.
"Do you see that sword over there?" Zhao Zhang's question pointed towards the black-gloved sword that was leaning against a sizable rock.
Ling Yan only nodded his head while looking from afar, and according to his vision, that black-gloved sword was at least above the quality of the sky-heirloom sword.
"It was the sect's most precious treasure of a thousand swords named the illusory fog sword, it was this sword that had once accompanied the sect ancestor of a thousand swords during his lifetime.
Then a gold-colored book nearby is one of the 4 books without a match throughout the middle land called the book of swordsmanship without being." Zhao Zhang.
Ling Yan who had never heard of the two objects was seen scratching his non-itchy head.
"Your sword without being? Haha I've never heard that before." Ling Yan replied while scratching his head.
"Then... What does this sword have to do with me." Ling Yan still did not understand why his sect master was exposing the sword and the book to him.
"Hmmm I want you to try to pull that sword out of its sheath, and if you do, then it's okay for you to have." Zhao Zhang replied that managed to make Ling Yan flinch.
"What!!" Ling Yan still could not believe what he had just heard.
"Unlike any other sword, the illusory fog sword is a special sword that in its legend has its own consciousness, and this sword will not willingly submit to just anyone.
There are only 3 people who can touch the illusory fog sword that is the ancestor of our first sect as well as his son, while the third person is the sect head of the thousand swords before me.
But the previous sect head could only touch the sword without being able to use or just pull this sword from its sheath."
Hearing the sect head's explanation made Ling Yan curious about the sword that was before him at the moment and was intending to try to get close to him.
But before that.
"Then why didn't Chief Zhao try to control this sword?" Ling Yan asked which made Zhao Zhang smile wryly.
"To be able to approach this sword with a distance of 5 meters only I am already very satisfied!" Zhao Zhang replied with a small laugh.
The clueless Ling Yan finally nodded before looking at Shen Yu who also nodded in agreement to him, until the moment he started walking and approached the sword.
The whusss!!!
Suddenly the natural energy around the illusory fog sword churned up making Shen Yu and Zhao Zhang forced to take some distance from the illusory fog sword.
While Ling Yan, he instead felt nothing at all other than his heavenly spirit root which began to absorb the energy of the realm.
"It's too much, I have to use the Sky Road science!!" The next few seconds Ling Yan's two eyeballs shone along with the natural energy that he was absorbing faster.
In a short period of time, the fifth heavenly spirit root that had just had some profound energy in his spirit sea was now on par with the other 4 heavenly spirit roots he had, already, even the other 3 heavenly spirit roots had also started to develop simultaneously.
"The energy of nature is endless." Said Ling Yan who was still standing in his place.
"Chairman Zhao!! We have to stop Ling Yan, otherwise the natural energy will." There was no time for the two of them to go any further suddenly an invisible energy was pointing at the two of them.
Boom up!!!
The explosion of natural energy managed to make both of them slam back to hit the wall and make some swords displayed fall.
"Damn!! the illusory fog sword prevents us from approaching it." Zhao Zhang said as he drained his profound strength to treat the deep wounds he received.
Right now the two could only hope that Ling Yan could overcome the natural energy turmoil that kept coming out from within the illusory fog sword.
"My heavenly spirit's strength is almost at its limit." Ling Yan sensed his nine spirit roots already had almost no room left to store up the profound energy.
He even tried asking for help to the six spiritual flames that were on his body but to the six spiritual flames did not reply at all.