“Failed?” Lin Yun slowly got up but wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He asked, “Isn’t this trial about emptiness?”

“That’s right. Empty, but what is emptiness?” The old man sat down and smiled, “That is to absorb the sword intent here. The thirty-six wooden houses have the soul guardians left behind by Sword Saints, and they all left their sword intent beyond the ninth grade here. It’s everywhere, like water, and it’s also unfathomable, like air. Most people can’t sense it because this is more profound than them. So they can make it through as long as they can sense it within an incense’s time.”

Sword intent beyond the ninth grade? Lin Yun fell into deep thought. If that were true, just some of it would benefit him greatly. So he had comprehended it wrongly?

Lin Yun awkwardly smiled, “I thought I had to forget and purify my sword intent like the wooden houses…”

As disdain flashed across the old man’s pupils, he snickered, “I was wondering if you had some standards after hearing...