The stone steps are arranged step by step and lead to the top.

Chu Jingzhe followed the steps to the sword-milling stone and found that the above was very flat, like a mirror. However, he felt countless sharp sword energy from here.

This surprised Chu Jingzhe immediately sat down cross-legged, let go of his divine thoughts, and felt these sword energy.

In a trance, he saw a handful of sword embryos grinding on this stone mountain, one after another, without any rush or slow down, and repeated.

However, every time you sharpen it, a sword energy stays on this stone mountain.

Suddenly, time passed by, and the speed of sharpening the sword became faster. The swords changed one after another, and the square stone mountain was also shorter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I don’t know how long it took, but the picture was frozen. There were no more people here to sharpen swords, but countless sword energy were left on the sharpening stone.

Chu Jingzhe seemed to have witnessed with his own eyes that countless sword embryos were sharpened into unparalleled swords. Although this process was deliberately accelerated, it remained deeply in Chu Jingzhe's mind.

Moreover, those sword energy were originally rough and clumsy, but as these swords were constantly polished out of sword blades, the sword energy gradually showed its sharpness.

The evolution of this process inspired Chu Jingzhe's swordsmanship. He seemed to have touched something, but he was unable to grasp it for a moment.

He let go of his mind again and carefully observed it again. This time he felt even deeper.

However, Chu Jingzhe was not satisfied. He seemed to feel that he had ignored something important, so he began to realize it again.

In this way, I watched and understood the process of sharpening the sword over and over again, as well as the sword energy on the sharpening stone.

Time passed slowly. In a blink of an eye, Chu Jingzhe had been sitting on the sword-milling stone for seven days. During these seven days, he had been repeatedly observing and comprehension.

Even he himself couldn't remember how many times he had watched it, but as time went by, Chu Jingzhe discovered that the process of sharpening the sword actually implied the truth, although it was just going back and forth without too many actions.

But it was this boring action day after day, year after year that made Chu Jingzhe unable to understand it.

A few more days passed, and Chu Jingzhe finally opened his eyes, with a hint of regret in his expression. Obviously, he was unable to capture the most important thing.

Since that was the case, he simply stood up and left because he understood that such things were like catching wind and shadows and could not be accumulated in time.

Before the time comes, even if I have been here for a hundred years, I will gain nothing. But if the opportunity comes, or when I am enlightened, I will be able to understand it in an instant.

He continued to walk around the sword washing pool and found that no one except him and Ding Yi had passed the last level and reached the peak.

Moreover, strangely, this time, when passing by the place where he was attacked by the sword formation when he first reached the top of the top of Ding Yi, there was no danger.

Back under the huge ancient pineapple, the old man returned to his initial state again, his eyes slightly closed, and his breath was as weak as silk threads, as if there were and not.

Chu Jingzhe did not disturb him, but also found a place to sit cross-legged and began to understand the sword will of this world.

Jian Tomb, one of the two great sword path holy places, is naturally not simple. Not to mention here, even practicing on the steps along the way will benefit a lot.

After all, this world contains the will of swordsmanship left over from endless years. Even if you understand some of the basics, it will benefit you for life.

Chu Jingzhe sat cross-legged under the ancient pine tree and entered the state of meditation. Soon, the ancient pine tree appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the world of sea of ​​consciousness, this ancient pine tree looks even more vigorous. The thick trunk is like an old skin cracked, like a dragon scale. The dense branches are covered with dense pine needles, emitting a brilliant luster.

Chu Jingzhe's spiritual thoughts swept through the ancient pine tree carefully. In a trance, he found that the countless pine needles had turned into sword energy hanging on the branches.

The slender pine needles are densely packed, and the number of pine needles on any branch as big as a finger can be in units of ten thousand. The number of pine needles on this huge ancient pine tree is simply impossible to calculate.

These sword energy are extremely real and very sharp, which shocked Chu Jingzhe. He even wondered whether this was transformed into sword energy or whether it was the pine needle transformed into sword energy itself.

If it were normal, he would not think so, but after experiencing the sword formation composed of pine needles before, he had to doubt this way.

Then, Chu Jingzhe thought of Jianshan again. Many of the rotten long swords buried in the mountain were rusty and broken, and many of them had even completely turned into soil.

Could it be...

For a moment, a bold idea appeared in Chu Jingzhe's mind.

He continued to activate his divine thoughts to realize this ancient pine.

Suddenly, the picture changed and a strange scene appeared in front of him.

A stone mountain, a lake, a stove, a pine tree, and a shirtless figure took out the burning red sword embryo from the stove, and raised the hammer with one hand to start hitting it.

A crisp sound of iron striking came, and suddenly, sparks flew everywhere.

On the other side, on the stone mountain, an old man was sharpening his sword. After sharpening it for a while, he picked it up and looked at it carefully. Then he shook his head in disappointment and waved his hand to throw it into the lake.

The boring scenes day after day, Chu Jingzhe was like a bystander, watching quietly, and the speed of time passing was also accelerating without realizing it.

The figure of the sword-refining figure gradually grew older, and his straight back gradually hunched over. In the end, he could no longer swing the sledgehammer.

However, he was surrounded by sword embryos, some of which had not been forged, and some were scrapped and piled up there, like a hill.

As the picture turned, a young figure took the sledgehammer from his hand, repeated his past work, refining his sword day after day, and the old man slowly walked up the stone mountain and began to sharpen his sword.

In this way, characters were constantly replaced, and more and more sword embryos were added.

Suddenly, one day, a sword light surged through the void on the sword-sharpening stone, transforming into a sword energy everywhere, flooding the place.

Immediately afterwards, the picture turned and countless swords flew from the sky, as if coming from all directions, worshiping the divine sword.

Then, the magic sword disappeared, while the long swords that flew from all directions fell around the lake, like building a circle of courtyard walls.

The water level of the lake rises, and the position of the castings gradually rises.

The picture repeats the previous scene again, changing rapidly day after day...

The pine tree rooted by the lake has grown from a small sapling to a towering tree. Because it is affected by the sword energy for many years, the pine needles on the branches also carry strands of sword energy.

Soon, another purple sword bloomed out, and countless long swords appeared from all directions again, kowtowing to the purple sword light.

As the sword light disappeared, the swords were also left here.

During this period, Chu Jingzhe didn't remember how many divine swords were forged here, but every time the divine sword was born, countless long swords would come to kowtow.

As time goes by, all the swords attracted by them remained here, and over time, they piled up into a mountain.
Chapter completed!