Looking at the Sword Heart in his hand, Lin Yun was filled with emotions. In their first meeting, the old Sword Saint gave him his Sword Heart, and yet Lin Yun didn’t even know his name. Starting today, the thirty-six wooden houses would only be left with thirty-five unless a new Sword Saint takes over.

“Ye Qingtian, you don’t have to carry it all on your shoulders. But do remember that you still have your sword when heaven collapses one day. Everything in this world will disappear one day, not to mention I’ve been dead for many years.” 

Lin Yun could still hear what the Sword Saint said at the end.

Lin Yun placed the Sword Heart against his forehead. When the Sword Heart was placed against it, it shone brightly and melted into it. The purple Sword Heart was like a pebble dropping into the lake. His Sword Sea, which was only a thousand feet, had grown to ten thousand feet, clear like a mirror.

The purple Sword Heart soon sank into his Sword Sea, and it only caused a ripple before it calmed down. He still couldn’t refine this Sword Heart with his current cultivation. In reality, it wouldn’t be easy to refine this Sword Heart...