The inside of the Sword Grave was not really a place it was like a graveyard for broken dreams. The sky was all dark and swirly like a storm cloud. The ground was like a powder that puffed up when Chen Qing walked on it.
Here the normal rules of the world did not apply. The only rule was the Sword Intent.
[Mission: Reach the Sword Altar.]
[Current Objective: Neutralize the Resentful Sword Spirits.]
[Warning: You are currently at the epicenter of a Tier-5 Spiritual Singularity.]
Chen Qing stood in the middle of an empty plain. Thousands of swords were stuck in the ground some were broken some were rusty and some still looked sharp. They were not swords they were like tombstones for a group of warriors who had died.
Clang. Clang. Screee—
The sound of metal scraping against stone started to get louder. Black smoke began to come out of the swords. It turned into ghostly warriors. These were the Sword Spirits they were like the leftovers of warriors who had refused to die.
"Intruder..." the voices of the Sword Spirits hissed it was like a big chill went down Chen Qings spine. "This is the resting place of the Heaven-Sunderers. Mortals are not allowed here."
The Sword Spirits started to move towards Chen Qing they did not move like humans they moved like shadows. The air was filled with a killing feeling it was so strong that it could crush a person.
Chen Qing did not even take out a sword. He was still holding a garden hoe.
"Too noisy " Chen Qing said, looking a bit annoyed. "I am trying to finish my chores before lunch."
When the Sword Spirits got close to Chen Qing he moved his body. He did not use any technique he just swung the hoe.
Whoosh.
It was a movement but the air started to move and it made a big wave of energy. The Sword Spirits did not even have time to scream they just disappeared.
The wave of energy did not stop it kept going. Hit the ground. It made a hole in the ground and sent a shockwave that knocked down all the swords.
The silence that followed was even heavier than before.
Chen Qing started to walk he was dragging the hoe behind him. Every time he stepped on the ground a ripple of light spread out. The swords near him started to shake and then broke into pieces.
He was like a sun walking through a world of shadows and the shadows were burning.
The Altar of the Fallen Immortal
At the heart of the dimension there was an altar made of green stone. It was glowing with a light. On the altar there was a sword it was white and shiny.
Unlike the swords this one looked like it was made from a star. It was slender and elegant. It made the space around it warp.
[Boss Encounter: The Sword Intent of the Fallen Immortal.]
[Description: A Divine-Grade weapon that once carved the heavens. It has its ego and a 'Sovereigns Pride'.]
When Chen Qing got close to the altar the sword started to buzz. A big mental pressure came down it was like a warrior staring at Chen Qing with disdain.
The sword was trying to suppress Chen Qing it was trying to make him kneel down.
Chen Qing stopped in front of the altar he looked at the sword. His face was calm.
"You have been stuck in this place for long " Chen Qing said softly. "You have forgotten that even the heavens have a master."
Chen Qing did not swing his hoe he just used his energy.
The air became silent it was like the universe was holding its breath.
"Submit."
The word was soft. It was like a big roar to the sword.
Crack.
The swords ego was. It started to shake. The phantom image of the warrior shattered. The sword let out a pitched sound it was like a beaten dog.
Chen Qing reached out. Grabbed the sword the cold energy of the sword turned into a warm stream of power.
The Divine Harvest
The System interface started to glow with a light.
[Ding! Dungeon: 'The Sword Grave' Cleared!]
[Reward Issued: The Primordial Sword Body (Your body is now the divine weapon; your skin is harder than iron your bones are sharper than any blade).]
[Reward Issued: Skill. 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect' (Passive: You are the Sovereign of Iron. No weapon in the world can harm you and all blades within 100 miles will bow to your presence).]
[Reward Issued: The Sword of Flying Snow (Divine Grade. Transformed from the Altar Sword).]
Chen Qing took the Sword of Flying Snow it felt light. Its edge was sharp. He flicked the blade with his finger. It made a sound like a bell ringing in the snow.
"Nice sword " Chen Qing said, looking at his reflection in the sword. "The edge is perfect. I have been struggling to cut the branches on the pear trees. This will save me from having to get the ladder."
The Return of the God
Outside in the world the "Mirage of the Battlefield" started to disappear.
The people watching Chen Qing were shocked they saw him standing in his garden holding a garden hoe and a shiny white sword.
The livestream chat was dead thirty million people were so shocked they stopped typing.
Then Chen Qing looked at the white sword. He casually flicked his wrist.
Swish.
A thin line of frost traveled through the air it cut a branch on a peach tree. The branch fell to the ground its leaves were frozen into ice crystals.
Chen Qing nodded to himself he looked satisfied. "Good. Much faster than the hoe."
One of the agents watching Chen Qing felt her knees give out she collapsed onto the grass.
"He... He used a Divine Weapon... To prune his fruit trees " she whispered, laughing hysterically. "We are worried about security and he is just worried, about his gardening."
At that moment every soldier in the valley saw something. The soldiers looked at their knives their ceremonial swords and even the small metal pins on their uniforms. All of these things were bending.
Every piece of metal, in the village was slowly bending towards the courtyard on the hill. It was like they were bowing to the King of the village.
[End of Chapter 13]