Silence.

This was a sword that had been forged from pure gold. It was still sheathed, and the sheath of the sword was engraved with illegible patterns and symbols everywhere. Even though the hand was merely holding onto the sword, every single instructor in the lecture hall felt as though... the slightest show of disrespect to the sword would trigger the sword and cause it to traverse the vast chasm in the blink of an eye and arrive right before one’s eyes.

The feeling was so real and visceral that a bead of sweat quickly slid off Qin Ye’s forehead.

It was a supreme treasure.

And one could only imagine what it would look like if unsheathed.

Zhou Xianlong’s expression had never been as stern and somber as this. He turned and actually paid his respects to the sword, before facing the group of instructors once more, “Instructors, I know of a rumor making its way around the realm of cultivators.”

“Rumor has it… that across all bygone eras, there exists an organization akin to the Special Investigations Department. Regardless of the rise of kings, or the fall of dynasties, this organization would continue to hand down its treasury to its next incarnation - an equivalent organization of an incoming ruler that steps into the shoes of its predecessor. In fact, rumours of such organizations have existed all over the world since time immemorial. Foreign cultivators refer to these people as the gravekeeper. Cathay has its own set of rumours as well.”

He looked around the audience and took in all of the instructors impassioned gazes as he took a deep breath, “I now confirm the veracity of these rumours.”

“It’s true.”

Boom! It was as though a hammer had struck heavily on everyone’s...