Upon entering the sword grave, Lin Chen felt as if he had stepped into another realm. The surroundings suddenly turned dim, and he couldn't help but frown, feeling slightly on guard yet unflustered, as he knew the sword bones wouldn't harm him.
In front of him were small mounds, with a winding path between them, and scattered all around on the slopes were broken swords and blades. After scanning the area to ensure there was no danger, Lin Chen continued forward.
As he ventured deeper, the scenery around him started to slowly change.
Swords and knives were still visible everywhere, as if he was in the midst of a chaotic battlefield. However, many of them seemed undamaged, still exuding their own divine glow.
"Could it be that the grand elder meant for me to choose a weapon here? But these all look broken!"
