After having a baby with my wife in my dream, they all came true.

"I don't know if the Blind Sword Immortal will meet us."

Yun Zhiyi felt unsure.

In the past, she walked out of the Qingyu blessed land. The Blind Sword Immortal was a well-known and legendary existence in Daotianzhou.

The Blind Sword Immortal may not care about those feelings. Maybe to him, the experience with Achuan was just an insignificant dream.

No one stopped him from entering the Wanjian Sect's territory.

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

The powerful sword intent permeated the mountains.

Many sword practitioners try to climb mountains as a way to hone their skills.

They believed that this was a test given to them by the Blind Sword Immortal. If they could penetrate the sword intent and climb the mountain, they might have a chance to become the Blind Sword Immortal's direct disciples.

"The Blind Sword Immortal should be able to sense our entry here. If he intends to see us, he will naturally convey his intention."

Lin Chuan did not force it.

If the blind swordsman has no intention of meeting you, there is no point in climbing the mountain.

"He will come."

Yun Zhiyi recalled that the blind swordsman had taken the initiative to rescue her from the Qingyu Blessed Land and took her to find Achuan's reincarnation.

That represents the importance that the Blind Swordsman places on the social interactions in that life at Qingyu Blessed Land.

Even if it is a dream, it is a very important dream.

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

In an instant, thousands of swords rang out.

Countless sword practitioners inside and outside the Wanjian Sect were shocked.

"The ancestor has taken action again!"

"Look! That's one of the nine swords of the ancestor!"

It was a wooden sword that looked extremely ordinary, but no one dared to underestimate the strong sword intent it exuded at this moment.

Lin Chuan still remembered that in the dream cycle of [The Prince's Jianghu], the blind man always practiced sword-drawing with a wooden sword.

The wooden sword completely eliminates the influence of external objects.

Almost no sword.

Only the purest swordsmen dare to use wooden swords as weapons.

Lin Chuan also practiced swordsmanship, but he would never use a wooden sword as a weapon. Compared with the truly pure sword practitioners, he was still a little behind.

But at this moment, he was also very interested.

"I'll go see him."

Lin Chuan raised a smile and called out softly, "Sword!"

The Yunxin Sword fell into his hands.

Lin Chuan went towards the mountains.

This mountain has no name, but is called Wanjian Mountain by the Wanjian Sect. Countless sword cultivators have left their own natal swords on the mountain.

From the bottom of the mountain to the top, the higher you go, the thinner it becomes.

But being able to withstand the sword immortal's intention and insert the sword into the mountain is already strong enough.

Over the years, countless sword cultivators from all over the world have visited here.

There are only ten thousand people who can leave their swords here.

The sword coming from the east just now caused thousands of swords to tremble, and countless sword cultivators rushed towards the mountains as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Lin Chuan became one of them.

"Such a strong sword spirit."

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

"It is indeed a good place for sword cultivators to hone their skills. Although the blind man does not seem to accept disciples, he is also preaching in a different way."

"It fits his character quite well."

Among the geniuses, Lin Chuan seldom uses swordsmanship, and always uses the Soul Burial Domain as his main means of fighting the enemies, which makes it more convenient to clear the field.

If you encounter an equally matched opponent, the killing power of kendo will be stronger and more effective.

but……

In his eyes, there is no equal opponent yet.

Baili Ming is no exception.

With endless sword power, Lin Chuan passed one sword immortal after another and headed straight for the top of the mountain.

"Look! That guy is so powerful and so fast!"

"It only took ten breaths to reach the halfway point of the mountain."

"Fuck! He wants to be the senior brother of the Wanjian Sect."

There were bursts of exclamations.

Under great pressure, Lin Chuan merged with the memories in his dream, and his body instinctively used the sword moves he had used before.

Once raw, twice cooked.

Awaken the soul three or four times.

In multiple dream reincarnation worlds, the most powerful technique created by Lin Chuan must be the "Song of the Burial Sword".

But he did not deliberately create this magical power again.

Tao! Need to understand!

You need to integrate your own will and have a clear soul to reach the top.

What he has experienced now is completely different from what the human race's true ancestor Chuan has experienced. Even though the memories of the reincarnation are deeply rooted in his bones,

But I can no longer empathize with the love, hate, suffering and despair that I once experienced.

Even I cannot fully understand myself in another period of time.

Even if one were to copy and create a sword technique similar to the 'Sword Song of Burying the Gods', it would still not be perfect.

"My swordsmanship should change."

There are many things Lin Chuan wants to do.

Achieve great perfection with the ladies?

Break through the black fog?

Save my daughter?

Too many things lingered in his mind, causing his sword skills to become erratic and not sharp enough.

In a trance, Lin Chuan recalled a sentence his opponent said to him in "The Prince's World".

"Your sword is not pure enough."

But when has my sword ever pursued purity?

He never held the sword just for the sake of holding the sword, but he held the sword tightly because he wanted to do something more.

The outline of a new sword intent seemed to be gradually born in Yu Linchuan's mind at this moment.

It's unclear.

You just planted a seed, and you don’t know what kind of flower will bloom or what kind of fruit will be produced.

"Are you guiding me on purpose?"

Lin Chuan seemed to be thinking about something, and climbed the mountain faster and faster.

At the foot of the mountain, countless sword cultivators were partying.

“Let’s go mountain climbing!”

"That person! No! That senior brother is going to climb to the top of the mountain and meet the Sword Immortal Ancestor."

"Brother! You are our role model!"

Those gathered here are all pure sword practitioners who are eager to climb the mountain and hope that someone can reach the highest peak.

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

It aroused the hope in their hearts and let them know that the highest mountain in kendo can be climbed to the top.

"Sword cultivator Jia Ming! Congratulations to my senior brother!"

In the huge crowd, an old monk with gray hair, who was just at the first level of Legend, had tears in his eyes and flew his sword to the sky to congratulate them.

"Sword cultivator Yao Shun, congratulations to senior brother."

"Sword cultivator Mingzhi, congratulations to senior brother."

"..."

More and more sword cultivators flew swords to congratulate.

Lin Chuan heard wave after wave of cheers. These people seemed more excited to see him climb the mountain than they were to their own breakthroughs.

“What a crazy and lovely group of people.”

"Pity."

“I wonder how many people can wake up from their madness, break through themselves, and go further.”

At this moment, Lin Chuan seemed to understand the blind swordsman's intention.

The people gathered here are a group of confused sword practitioners who are eager to get out of their predicament. Perhaps the blind man has also been confused, so he is willing to give the world a little light that leads to the end.

When seeing others reach the finish line, I don’t feel jealous, but congratulate them from the bottom of my heart, and even have tears in my eyes.

Perhaps such qualities can only be seen in this group of crazy swordsmen.

Lin Chuan withdrew his gaze and walked into the mountains.

In front of my sight, a blind man with a sword on his back was carefully wiping a rusty iron sword.