My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 472 The Ten Thousand Blade Grotto Opens

Throughout the day, Two and his companion roamed Nine Heavens City, collecting details on the Ten Thousand Blade Grotto.

Details flowed readily. The grotto's emergence was the major topic buzzing in all tea houses, weapon stores, and spots where cultivators assembled. Folks discussed it freely, exchanging gossip and guesses with the excitement of possibly seeing something amazing, even if they couldn't join in.

Two paid more attention to listening than talking, posing now and then questions that felt casual instead of intrusive, assembling a full overview from numerous scattered talks.

Come evening, he possessed the required knowledge.

***

The Ten Thousand Blade Grotto served as a secret realm, akin in idea to the one owned by the initial Liam, yet utterly distinct in intent and background.

While Liam's domain brimmed with healing herbs and spirit trees yielding fruits acting like innate pills, the grotto stood apart completely. Those cultivators mentioning it often repeated a specific term: sword grave.

The word held deep respect, evoking awe.

From the dominant tales, the grotto once was the property of an immortal-tier sword cultivator who peaked in sword arts before rising to superior realms over a millennium past.

His identity faded into history, or maybe was intentionally hidden, but his heritage endured via this legacy site that periodically unlocked to challenge sword path followers.

Two took in this data with keen fascination. A cultivation sanctuary from an immortal-tier master would hold understandings unattainable via standard practice. The surroundings would overflow with sword intent built up from endless high-level training over ages.

The grotto debuted a century back, repeating every two decades afterward. Five instances altogether, so five waves of cultivators ventured in, faced trials, and came out transformed by the ordeal.

Yet what gripped Two most was the repeated whisper in almost all chats he'd caught: the grotto's real aim went beyond testing cultivators. It sought an heir.

Deep inside that realm, the immortal sword cultivator's spirit allegedly persisted, awaiting a fitting inheritor for his full heritage. Its contents stayed unknown. Prior entrants either missed it or opted silent on their findings.

Everyone knew the grotto challenged all intruders, granting prizes matching their feats. Partial or full sword methods, enlightenment notes, arms. The grotto awarded gains by worth.

That final point brought a grin to Two. His Myriad Armament Constitution suited sword arts perfectly. It shone in armament fights, gaining wisdom from tools beyond ordinary cultivators' reach. A realm drenched in sword intent, packed with an immortal's amassed knowledge, would ideally hone his skills.

Still, the reveal lay six days off. Though open to any sword cultivator sans sect ties, certain logistics demanded handling beforehand.

The access point hid far inside Nine Heavens Thousand Sword Sect lands, letting the sect monopolize entry. They posted sentries at the gateway spot and demanded two hundred spirit stones as entry toll per individual.

Two hundred spirit stones proved no small sum for typical cultivators. It demanded months of thrifty hoarding for lone experts, or a hefty drain from a small sect's funds.

To Two, it meant little. The Dimensional Space held enormous spirit stone reserves formed at the Spirit Qi Well's base. Paying the fee barely registered.

What he truly required was a sword.

That stood as the sole essential prep. The first Liam skipped getting a decent cultivation tool since his fighting relied on the Myriad Armament's powers. But Two operated solo now, and entering a sword-centric legacy site sans a real sword struck him as tactically unwise.

He had to obtain one prior to the event's start.

***

Days flew by quicker than expected.

Two devoted much of his hours to the simple chamber he'd leased at a central inn, practicing cultivation whenever idle. He didn't absolutely have to cultivate on purpose—the innate uptake from his build, boosted by active cultivation acceleration cards, ensured his power rose on its own without deliberate work.

Yet deliberate sessions brought their own fulfillment. The intentional flow of Primordial Essence via his meridians, the steady polishing of his base, the feeling of real headway—it carried intent that automatic growth couldn't fully equal.

And on a realistic level, each bit of power this form earned benefited all forms at once. The method linked it all. Strength, knowledge, battles—everything returned to the core mind spanning various shells.

The quicker this body powered up, the sooner the prime Liam and fellow clones advanced.

In breaks from cultivation, Two handled his setups. He got a sword—nothing special, merely an Earth Grade piece. The edge balanced nicely, the metal forged right.

It would suffice for his needs till he snagged a superior one within the grotto. Should luck favor him.

He also noted the shifting vibe in the city as the day neared. Nine Heavens City stayed busy always, but numbers swelled hugely in the last stretch. Cultivators poured in from surrounding areas, lured by the chance to prove themselves.

Streets jammed with experts of diverse realms. Some sported sect attire signaling ties to big groups. Others chose plain clothes fitting solo wanderers pursuing paths without backing.

All bore swords. The assortment amazed—straight swords, bent blades, huge double-handers, slim foils. Every sword style one could picture filled the assembling throng.

Two observed from his window, spotting trends in movements, clusters, and glances of subtle caution born from awareness that soon many would vie in a realm where might ruled all.

Rivalry loomed intense. Numbers alone screamed it. Thousands amassed for a trial hitting them together, and though the grotto gave rewards by personal feats over fights, the gathering hinted clashes were unavoidable.

Two felt no concern. Unlike most below, he held edges they lacked—a build tailor-made for tool command, a realm growing swifter than natural, and battle savvy from wiping out a full group.

He stood ready as required.

***

The dawn of the reveal brought blue skies and a charged buzz signaling big happenings.

Two awoke at first light, donned his cultivation garb, and fastened his fresh sword to his waist. The tool sat right there, its heft known despite mere days of possession.

He exited the inn and right away met the throng buildup over days.

The path to the grotto's gate crammed with experts. Not merely full, but truly hard to pass. Forms squeezed tight, talks blended into endless roar, and spirit aura from myriad close experts birthed a near-tangible heaviness in the atmosphere.

Two merged into the stream, letting the mass's push guide him instead of resisting. Forcing ahead offered zero gain—the entry process built to stop such disorder.

From his week's intel, he grasped the event's workings. The gateway would manifest on schedule, watched by Nine Heavens Thousand Sword Sect pupils. Access stayed managed and neat, following a clear order.

Prime, the sect's folk went in.

Next, allied lesser sects gained passage. These were compact factions with official bonds to the Nine Heavens Thousand Sword Sect, pacts offering perks for allegiance and offerings.

Only post those entries did the gate welcome unbound experts and loners. Two fit this last group, placing him among the final entrants no matter his spot in the mass.

Wiser to save vigor and skip needless bumps than squander push on a useless rank.

He claimed a fairly steady spot midway in the huge gathering and hunkered to await. Fellow experts crowded near, some grumbling on waits, others debating plans for inside the grotto.

Two tuned out most, holding senses wide yet mind inward. The acceleration cards' boosting went on unseen, pushing his base ahead even as he stood still in packed lanes.

Time dragged with the odd drag before grand moments. Seconds stretched unduly. The throng's vibe rose slow, eagerness blending with frustration, forging a tension tied to shared mortal minds over spirit force.

Sudden stir ahead in the mass.

Two missed the direct view—too many obstructed—but felt the air's shift. Spirit aura altered as strong experts showed, and chatter hushed as folks sensed the start.

A gateway ripped open.

Two sensed it prior to sighting—a space rift sparking unique vibration, as if existence bent to link spots. The feel was clear to spatial travelers, pulling all gazes frontward.

Nine Heavens Thousand Sword Sect folk plunged right in. Two saw them rise coordinated, soaring via the gate in neat lines. The group beamed with order—no rush, no mess, pure smooth action from long-honed ways.

Linked minor sects trailed with a tad less sharpness but equal setup. These experts soared in tight bunches, robes showing loyalties, arms shown as tools and badges.

The delay dragged on.

Two figured over twenty minutes lapsed from portal birth till sentries waved unbound ones near. The mass lunged at once, myriad pushing for the gate, birthing the wild squeeze the system aimed to dodge.

Two ascended, dodging the peak jam. Soaring beat trudging in such thick crowds, and many shared that thought. Skies swarmed with rising experts, all aimed sameward.

Sentries at the gate took fees with slick speed. Two touched down short, handed over his two hundred spirit stones no delay, and got a token proving valid access if probed within.

Then through he went.

Two soared into the portal, sensed the known space shift, and stepped into the Ten Thousand Blade Grotto.