Liu Xianyang's eyes were narrowed as he observed the faint ripples running over the length of the sword's blade, and he was able to glean the secrets that it harbored. This had nothing to do with his cultivation. Instead, it was because he had visited many ancient battlefields in his dreams and witnessed countless fine swords in the process, some of which he was about to pull out of the ground, while others refused to budge, even as he strained with all his might. 0

There were even some snapped swords that Liu Xianyang was still unable to lift up from the ground to this day. However, he had habitually memorized every single detail about those swords, including their appearance, the names engraved upon them, the rippling patterns of their sword qi, and the sword intent that they gave off. 0

What made his dreams an even more profound experience was that through them, he was able to witness a mysterious man capable of completely disregarding the flow of time. On many occasions, as soon as that man lashed out with his sword, Liu Xianyang would instantly be snapped wide awake from his dream, sweating profusely. 3

To make matters even worse, he would immediately begin throwing up blood incessantly from the backlash, and he would feel dizzy and groggy for the next few days. 0

Hence, Liu Xianyang was already an expert in swords.0

In fact, when it came to his expertise and experience in swords, even many of the sword immortals of the Northern Complete Reed Continent would have to concede to him.6

Liu Xianyang gently returned the sword to its scabbard.0

He had never personally seen this sword in his dreams before, but he felt like he had previously clearly sensed it on the largest ancient battlefield that he had ever visited, one that struck him with a sense of gravity as soon as he set foot upon it.0

As for whether this sword really was that one, that was difficult to say. Perhaps it was such a fine replica that it had even managed to replicate some of the sword intent of the original.0

Zhang Shanfeng...0