So this is the Seventy-Two Swords?0

Standing before a bare stone wall, Wang Sheng stared blankly at the entrance that was barely wide enough for one person to pass through.0

The sword of an immortal seemed to have sliced the mountain apart. The rock face was as smooth as a mirror, and even after thousands of years of wind and rain, time had barely worn it down.0

Looking up, Wang Sheng couldn't help but feel as though the sky above was farther than usual. He also thought that the cliff face looked like the flat of a massive sword.0

Wang Sheng could hear the hushed conversations of the younger disciples behind him and feel the watchful eyes of the Daoist masters. With so many hopes and expectations weighing down on his shoulders, even he couldn't help but feel a bit tense now.0

He double-checked his gear. The Crane-Spirit Treasure Pouch in the inner pocket of his Daoist robe contained pills, clean water, ointment for wounds, bandages, gauze, and alcohol for disinfection. According to those who had attempted the trial before, these items were essential. Many perilous stages were inside, and it was easy to get injured.0

In addition, he had two longswords...1