My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 477 The Final Trial

Liam pressed on into the grotto's depths. Now the tunnel sloped down more sharply, twisting through the mountain's core in a spiral descent.

Glowing stones grew rarer along the way, their soft azure glow forming isolated patches of light amid long swaths of almost total blackness. The sword Qi, already heavy in the upper room, grew even thicker down here, so thick that breathing it in resembled swallowing its fluid essence, and it would have caused real discomfort if not for his Myriad Armament Constitution.

Rather than discomfort, a rush of realizations surged through his mind with each stride. His physique absorbed sword principles quicker than his thoughts could express them.

Previous cultivators had braved this downward journey, and Liam spotted signs of their doomed efforts.

Corpses slumped against the tunnel sides, their stances implying they'd sought a brief pause before pressing on, only to rise no more. At this level, the sword Qi's crushing force proved deadly for those whose foundations failed to endure it. These practitioners had ventured too deep, their meridians torn apart by unmanageable power, perishing gradually as their cultivation foundations crumbled.

Liam moved beyond them without a halt. The grotto owed no kindness, and the fallen had accepted the dangers upon entry.

At last, the tunnel widened into a new room, where Liam halted at the entrance, his Dao Array Eyes igniting instinctively to decipher the scene before him.

This area measured smaller than the sword storage room, roughly thirty meters wide, topped by a vaulted roof soaring about twenty meters high. Yet it wasn't the dimensions that rendered this spot crucial.

In the room's midst rose an elevated dais of sleek obsidian rock, with one sword sunk into its surface.

Unlike the arms in the storage area, this one wasn't mounted on a wall or angled into the ground. The sword rose straight upright, its tip buried firmly in the rock, its hilt extending skyward. Even in the faint glow, the steel shone brightly, mirroring the stones' blue radiance with flawless precision.

Liam's Dao Array Eyes, combined with his Primordial Forge Authority talent, revealed the reality at once.

This sword embodied craftsmanship so deep that labeling it merely a tool seemed insufficient. It bridged martial prowess and abstract truths, formed not only from alloy but from ideas—keenness embodied, division made real, the essence of slicing captured in material form.

Around the dais, etched into the ground in elaborate designs spanning every inch of open floor, lay an elaborate formation array.

He had encountered arrays previously. The sword tomb brimmed with such things, yet this one stood apart. It layered intricacies hinting that its maker grasped space control, power circulation, and soul harmony at depths surpassing Liam's prior experiences. The array went beyond mere effects; it shaped existence inside its limits, imposing laws that overrode standard natural rules.

Liam advanced cautiously into the room, his gaze fixed on the array's markings. As soon as his boot breached the edge, the array stirred to life.

Liam kept moving ahead. His Dao Array Eyes followed the power streams nearby, observing how spiritual energy threads ignited one by one, forming designs that whirled away from where he stood.

In the instant that followed, the designs settled, clearing the route to the dais.

Liam covered the last stretch and positioned himself in front of the elevated rock, gazing upward at the sword lodged within it.

From this near view, the armament's artistry stood out more vividly. The edge bore no flaws, crafted with such accuracy that flaws simply couldn't form in its make.

The alloy's hue varied from silver to pure white. The grip bore wrappings resembling plain leather strands. Etched minutely on the guard, almost too tiny to discern, appeared the title: Heaven's Severance.

Liam stretched upward and clasped the grip with his fingers.

The link struck instantly and intensely.

Recollections not his own poured into his mind, sent straight from the sword to his spirit. He sensed the sword's forging, the extraordinarily intricate creation demanding years of nonstop labor from a grand artisan who infused all his sword cultivation insights into this one piece. He experienced each clash the sword had joined, each move performed, each foe vanquished.

Liam tugged, and the sword slid from the rock effortlessly.

As it departed its hold, the ground's formation array burst into motion. Spiritual energy paths flared with blinding brilliance, forcing Liam to narrow his eyes against the dazzle, while the whole room hummed with a barely heard vibration.

The array triggered its ultimate purpose, the final safeguard set by the immortal sword expert.

Insights rushed into Liam's thoughts. It was lore on cultivation arts, blade stances, revelations about the Dao of the Blade gathered over ages by the first successor.

The flow endured around thirty seconds, yet seemed both briefer and extended, as time stretched amid the burden of vast condensed wisdom.

Once complete, the array's glow softened, the hum died away, and Liam stood atop the dais clutching Heaven's Severance, his prior sword still at his waist.

He had gained an inheritance deemed immortal-tier.

The blade he gripped was a prize sects might battle for. The lore in his mind embodied ages of gathered sagacity. And the cultivation art embedding in his base was tailored to lift users to peaks unimaginable for most novice cultivators.

Liam gave a faint smile and secured Heaven's Severance on his other side, now bearing dual blades—the one taken from the storage room and the legacy sword that deemed him fitting.

No further clear prizes or trials awaited in the room. This marked the goal, the ultimate boon the grotto guarded and bestowed. Liam had arrived at the limit of this inheritance site's gifts.

Yet turning to depart, his Dao Array Eyes detected a detail ordinary sight would overlook—a faint warp in the atmosphere by the distant wall, scarcely noticeable despite sharpened senses.

He approached it, reaching out with caution, and his digits pierced what ought to be firm rock.

An concealed tunnel.

Liam looked back at the vacant dais that once held Heaven's Severance, then toward the array that delivered the legacy.

Liam passed through the false barrier into pitch black.

The tunnel ahead squeezed tight, just broad enough for a single figure to proceed at ease, and plunged at a pitch sharper than earlier parts. No glowing stones illuminated this route. Total obscurity reigned, pierced solely by the subtle radiance of sword Qi that Liam's upgraded sight caught as a dim flicker in the atmosphere.

He proceeded with care, a palm against the side for guidance, delving further into the mountain's bowels than before.

The tunnel concluded in a compact room, about five meters broad, its surfaces emitting sword Qi with such force they shimmered softly in the gloom. And in that room's heart, upon a plain rock stand, sat a lone jade slip.

Liam's Dao Array Eyes examined it right away, and the revelation caused him to hesitate.

The jade slip held data, like every such vessel. Yet the volume packed into this tiny item astounded—not one art or practice but a full archive of lore. Blade stances in the thousands, fight records from clashes across eras, concepts for crafting fresh moves, and central to all, an element the first immortal termed “The Ultimate Sword.”

Liam extended his arm and lifted the jade slip with delicacy, sensing the spiritual power's heft inside. This represented the immortal's true bequest—not merely an arm or practice but the full wisdom amassed from a life devoted to sword mastery.

And given the chamber's secretive design, the immortal realized most successors wouldn't handle this lore right away. They required the evident legacy initially, the blade and core practice. Solely those searching profoundly, armed with the means and intuition to uncover the veiled, would unearth this ultimate vault.

Liam placed the jade slip against his brow, and the contents started flowing into his mind via a far gentler, steadier method than the array's surge. This lore proved too immense for quick uptake—it demanded periods to merge fully, to grasp and place in context.

Yet he possessed the moments. And his Myriad Armament Constitution would aid in sorting and handling the data much swifter than an ordinary practitioner could achieve.

Liam remained in the secret room, jade slip to his brow, gradually taking in the full sword legacy that an immortal cultivator had built over centuries.