In the passage, a streak of light suddenly shot out with astonishing speed, swiftly darting downstream. Soon, in the depths of darkness, faint glows began to emerge.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Streaks of sword qi grazed past Ling Chen's sides, leaving behind clear trails. A slight misstep could lead to these sword qi piercing through his body, and that would be no minor injury.
However, the Sword Spirit Qi here was extremely thin, and Ling Chen paid it no mind. His body darted downward like a swift fish, quickly reaching the bottom of the Sword Pool.
In his sight, the bottom of the pool was filled with broken swords and rusted blades. Yet, at this moment, these broken and rusted swords emitted brilliance, flickering constantly in the dark depths of the pool.
