Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 253: Zhao Huangting Observes the Sword and

Comprehends the Past, The Peerless Three Swords Invite Green Mountain ‘s Sharpening (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The sword’s name was Swallow Returns to the Nest!

A soft voice lingered above the Sword Pool Palace and echoed between heaven and earth.

This was not a domineering name.

At the very least, it was much gentler than the two first-grade Supreme Swords, the Seven Stars Dragon Abyss and Inherited Shadow, that were still in the hands of the Sword Pool Palace.

However, listening to the name of this sword gave people an inexplicable feeling, as if they were silent because of the meaning contained in the sword name.

Swallow Returns to the Nest, meaning that he did not forget his original intention and returned to the place where everything began.

Hidden in his thoughts was his original heart and pure heart.

The person holding this sword should uphold a burning heart.

An Le floated in the air, the tattered green clothes on his upper body flapping. A hint of admiration and love for the name of this sword appeared on his face.

“Swallow Returns to the Nest. What a good name.” An Le said softly.

The cold plum blossoms fell and returned to the swallow’s nest in spring.

In the passage of time, he knocked on his past self and original intention and asked them if they had been well.

At this moment, An Le also had a lot of comprehension. Sword forging was like painting. The sword embryo was paper, and the hammer was like a brush. The sword forging process was like the process of an artist painting his mind. It carried the state of mind and thoughts that the swordsmith and artist wanted to express.

At this moment, the sword’s name, Swallow Returns to the Nest, lingered in everyone’s ears.Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

In the Sword Pool Palace, standing outside the shattered Sword Forging Workshop, the cultivators whose clothes were swept up by the wind formed by the heat wave all knew the name of this newly forged sword.

Swallow Returns to the Nest.

He roamed the world for a lifetime, but in the end, it was still the swallow that returned to the nest.

Zhao Huangting’s plain clothes fluttered in the wind, and his frosty hair danced in the wind. He closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips muttered the name “Swallow Returns to the Nest”.

At this moment, this sword was unprecedentedly compatible with his state.

He had once traveled the world with his sword.

He had once slashed the Yuan Emperor with a sword.

Although the wind and rain had blown away all the romantic feelings,

when his life came to an end and the Nirvana Fire burned, what he pursued was still like a swallow returning to the nest that had returned to its original state. Zhao Huangting had once wondered what his purpose for going north was.

Was it really as simple as asking the Yuan Emperor for a quick battle?

After moving south for 500 years, he had never crossed the Blue Wave River again. Now, he wanted to draw his sword at Emperor Yuan Meng?

Today, he seemed to understand a little.

His goal in heading north was to take a look at his old homeland and the old nest that had been trampled by the Yuan Meng Steel Cavalry.

He was like an old swallow that had crossed the Blue Wave River and moved south for 500 years. He only wanted to return to his old nest at the end of his life.

Of course he wanted a battle, but most importantly, he wanted to resolve the knot in his heart.

Zhao Huangting opened his eyes, and an extremely sharp sword intent suddenly burst out from his body. His plain clothes fluttered, as if even the corners of his clothes were stained with sword qi.

With his body as the center, everything within a hundred feet was cleared.

There was a sword qi that was in the shape of a cylinder that spread out inch by inch from the ground. It was like a green bamboo that had broken out of the ground and soared into the sky, raising its head to show off!

The surrounding disciples of the Sword Pool Palace, swordsmiths, and cultivators of Dali were all shocked. They could not help but fly far away from the impact of this abundant sword qi.

Su Muzhe’s black hair fluttered, and her eyes sparkled as she stared at Zhao Huangting, who seemed to have understood his intent, with a pleasantly surprised expression.

Lu Ziwei and the other cultivators of Dali actually did not recognize Zhao Huangting. They only felt that this old senior surrounded by death aura was ridiculously powerful at this moment.

“Who is he?” a cultivator from Dali asked in surprise.

Lu Ziwei’s eyes flickered. Although she was young, she had heard of sword cultivators who had created legends and left their names in the history of cultivation.

“You actually don’t know this senior?”

A disciple of the Sword Pool Palace asked in surprise.

“He’s the ‘Bamboo Guest’ who once traveled the world with his sword. When he saw injustice in West Liang, he drew his sword and killed the ghostly cultivators and evil cultivators of Hell Mansion! ”

“He’s a flirtatious swordsman who blocked the Kun Peng Mountain alone and fought the demons. He risked his own life to calm a demon tide!”

“He’s the peerless Sword Immortal who dared to kill Emperor Yuan Meng with a broken bamboo sword in the battle of Great Zhao’s south migration back

then!”

“His name is Zhao Huangting!”

The young disciple of the Sword Pool Palace, Lu Shisan, said excitedly with a flushed face.

Lu Shisan had naturally heard of this senior that even the Sword Pool Palace Lord, Su Muzhe, could not forget.

Perhaps this senior had been silent for 500 years and no longer had the high-spirited reputation of being a playboy back then, but there would still be people in the world who would remember his legend and revere his deeds.

Lu Ziwei’s beautiful eyes focused. It was actually the Old Imperial Uncle of the Great Zhao Dynasty who had been evaluated by the Imperial Preceptor as having lost his elegance and was like the sunset?!

But today, this smile had swept up the peerless aura of sword qi soaring into the sky. It was definitely not like the Imperial Preceptor’s evaluation of sunset.

At this moment, Zhao Huangting’s gaze became calm, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

The pain that covered his entire body began to gradually weaken. The Nirvana Fire was even completely compressed in his body. When it erupted, it would burst out with a shocking aura.

Zhao Huangting was surrounded by sword qi as he sat down.

Countless sword qi spread throughout his body, nurturing a majestic aura. The aura kept rising, as if it was gradually returning to its former peak, reproducing its former charm and smugness.

A hint of pride appeared on Su Muzhe’s face, but it was also filled with sadness. She raised her hand and knocked lightly. Countless swords flew out from between her eyebrows..