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Latterly, powerful seniors comprehended the Confucian Dao and inserted the swords they carried into the pool to inspire and guide the later generations.

The Xuanyuan Sword Pool was once a sect patronized by the Heavenly Tang Empire and represented its most robust foundation.

Over countless years, numerous powerful beings from the Sword Pool acted to save the Heavenly Tang Empire from crises.

The most perilous of these was when the Heavenly Sword Venerable took action alone, with a single sword sweeping across foreign lands, breaking the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

Following that battle, Xuanyuan Sword Pool became one of the most powerful forces in Tiger Spirit Realm, commanding respect to this day.

Over the years, countless swords have been cast into the Sword Pool.

Among these, there may be the comprehension of a predecessor, a remnant soul, or a last will and testament, all residing in the Sword Pool for the younger disciples to study.

The swords in the Sword Pool, when they cry out, either sound a warning or signal the arrival of an unparalleled genius.

At this moment, the continuous cry of swords immediately drew countless figures to ascend to the skies.

“Could it be that a top-tier genius disciple has come to our Xuanyuan Sword Pool?”

“Impossible, even when the Formless Master arrived, it was only half the pool that hummed.”

“What kind of genius could cause the entire pool’s swords to resonate?”

Above the Sword Pool, dozens of white-haired elders looked solemn, whispering softly.

They scanned around but saw nothing unusual.

“Great Venerable Luo Kun and Great Venerable Xu Jue haven’t left the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace in thousands of years. Could it be that a powerful being has appeared in the world?”

“No top-tier powerful beings from the outer realm would enter the Tiger Spirit Realm. What could possibly be the reason for this full pool to hum?”

These powerful beings who governed the Xuanyuan Sword Pool were all puzzled.

Indeed, the full pool’s humming clouded their vision of the future.

At this moment, Han Muye had already slowly ascended the hill.

In front of him was a thatched hut.

Next to the hut was the Sword Pool, filled with three-foot-long swords.

At this time, the swords in the Sword Pool vibrated intensely, their cries resounding.

The disciples who had just arrived at the poolside were visibly confused and stood there at a loss.

Han Muye walked forward slowly.

“Who is he?”

Someone in the air spotted Han Muye and looked puzzled.

Others remained still, but since Han Muye moved, he naturally stood out.

“Is he a reincarnated senior, or a Sword Dao genius?”

“Could the Sword Pool be resounding because of his arrival?”

One by one, figures descended and stood to the side, watching as Han Muye walked forward.

Han Muye walked to the edge of the pool and stretched out his hand, gently sweeping over the water surface.

Just like when he practiced next to the Sword Pool years ago.

To him, these swords seemed merely ordinary.

But when his palm lightly brushed the water’s surface, various images emerged in his mind.

Some wielded swords at the ends of the earth.

Some roamed freely with a single sword.

Some pursued swift and fierce retribution.

Some bore the weight of their home and country.

…

Those swords, they are stories.

Not just stories, they are lives.

Whether it is about life and death, or roaming freely, it’s all about life.

The swords in the pool vibrated and gradually calmed down.

It seemed, due to Han Muye’s arrival, they all found peaceful sentiment.

Han Muye could feel joy and excitement from these swords.

He seemed to hear voices emanating from them.

“Heavenly Sword Grandmaster!”

“Master, it’s wonderful to see you again!”

“Master, your disciple has not disgraced you.”

At that moment, it seemed as though the entire Sword Pool, the entire Heavenly Tang, and even the entire Tiger Spirit Realm responded.

But this response was not something commoners could feel.

Far out at sea, atop a mountain surrounded by layered palaces, in front of a large bronze tripod, a loud bang echoed.

A young man with mechanical arms, his face animated, hurried out.

“Luo Kun, do you feel it, do you feel it––” the young man shouted as he rushed toward a palace ahead.

From that palace, a tall middle-aged man stepped out.

“It’s the master.”

“The master has returned.”

By the pool, Han Muye stood still, silently brushing the water.

Next to the pool, one after another, white-bearded elders approached slowly, also remaining silent.

After a long while, Han Muye stood up.

Next to him, a white-bearded elder stepped forward, looking at him in astonishment.

“You, are you, are you––”

The elder trembled all over and stared with wide eyes.

This appearance was identical to the portrait in the middle of the Ancestral Master Hall!

“My name is Han Wuxie. From now on, I am a disciple of the Sword Pool,” Han Muye said to the elder softly. “Any problem with that?”

Any problem with that?

The return of the Heavenly Sword Ancestor, what could possibly be problematic?

This was the most crucial event for Xuanyuan Sword Pool!

The elder shuddered, glanced around, bowed, and said, “No problem.”

…

Today, the Xuanyuan Sword Pool is divided into the Sword Hall and the Sword Hut.

The Sword Hut refers to those thatched huts beside the Sword Pool.

These huts shelter predecessors of the Sword Pool as they retire, and disciples are assigned to practice alongside them.

This model has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, felt to be most fitting.

Because these elders and disciples often venture to the Sword Pool to comprehend the Sword Dao, residing in the Sword Hut is most convenient.

It can be said that the Sword Hut is the true legacy of the Sword Pool, while the external Sword Hall merely protects the path of the Sword Hut.

The cultivation of Sword Hall disciples lacks the true essence.

In a Sword Hut not far from the Sword Pool, Han Muye and a white-bearded elder sat facing each other.

The elder looked tense, sitting upright.

“Relax,” Han Muye said to the elder softly.

The elder twitched at the corner of his mouth, nodded, then took a deep breath: “Master—”

“I am called Han Wuxie,” Han Muye spoke again.

“Master Wuxie,” the elder bowed slightly and then said softly, “I am the sixty-third generation disciple of the Sword Pool, my name is Liu Jun, and my cultivation abilities are of the Heaven Realm Immortals.”