My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 421 The Power of Suppression, The Vortex of the Sword

Chu Lengyu originally planned to challenge the Sword Pool alone, to refute this open conspiracy in a fair and square manner.

However, she never expected that Senior Sister Zhao would take the initiative to step forward.

She and Senior Sister Zhao only met once, and after the battle at the market on Mixia Island, they never saw each other again.

When Chu Lengyu successfully established her foundation, she received a congratulatory gift from her.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye, and Senior Sister Zhao's appearance has not changed at all.

She smiled at Chu Lengyu and silently said "Don't worry," then stood beside her confidently, as if the two were already perfectly in sync.

Li Feng looked somewhat awkward standing behind Senior Sister Zhao.

He had already exchanged for Foundation Establishment Pills based on his own contributions. A few months ago, he was fortunate enough to step into the Foundation Establishment realm and obtain the qualification to come to Sword Island.

"Junior Sister Chu, I apologize for my previous offenses." Li Feng stepped forward and sincerely apologized to her.

Upon hearing this, Chu Lengyu gently shook her head and replied, "Senior brother is joking. When have you ever offended me?"

She never took that little thing to heart.

Immediately afterwards, several familiar senior female and male students walked up to Chu Lengyu and exchanged brief greetings and conversations with her.

More and more people gathered in front of the sword pool, creating a spectacular scene.

The area around the sword pool was bustling with voices, yet not noisy; everyone was filled with anticipation and tension.

In this situation, even the most shrewd strategist would find it hard to predict how things would unfold.

Chu Lengyu stood there, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

She realized that she was not alone.

Although the Hundred Swords Pavilion was just a temporary resting place for her to avoid being investigated, at this moment, surrounded and trusted by so many fellow disciples, she felt a sense of belonging.

Now, behind her is a group of fellow disciples who are willing to face challenges with her and pursue the true meaning of swordsmanship together.

Shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart, we prepare to face the upcoming trials.

Chu Lengyu turned around, faced her fellow disciples, and said loudly, "Fellow disciples, the path of the sword is rugged and long. Today, no matter the outcome, we will have no regrets in our hearts and in our swords."

Her voice was firm and powerful, quickly calming the tension and anxiety in everyone's hearts.

The disciples nodded in unison, their eyes becoming more resolute, and the fear and hesitation in their hearts vanished.

“Junior Sister Chu is right, I’m ready!” Senior Sister Zhao replied, her eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Yes, we are ready!" The others echoed, their voices merging into a torrent that soared into the sky.

The sect leader and elders stood on high ground, watching this scene, their hearts filled with emotion.

They witnessed the growth and transformation of these disciples, and saw the future of the Hundred Swords Pavilion.

What happened today will become a legendary tale in the history of the Hundred Swords Pavilion.

Chu Lengyu turned around to face the sword pool.

Within the sword pool, ten thousand swords had already awakened, cautiously responding to her commands and slowly releasing that heart-palpitating pressure.

At this moment, the pressure of sword intent in the sword pool grew stronger and stronger, like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.

This sword intent was not merely a forceful pressure, but also a test of spirit. They intertwined to form terrifying storms, like raging waves crashing against the shore, constantly assaulting everyone's will and attempting to shatter their beliefs.

The disciples' faces began to turn pale, fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and many even began to tremble.

Faced with this powerful sword intent, they appeared so small and so fragile, as if they could be swallowed up by this power at any moment.

However, even in the face of such terrifying pressure, they did not back down. They clenched their teeth and gripped their hands tightly, as if using all their strength to resist the sword intent that was about to crush them.

The pressure of the sword intent was like a tsunami, one wave after another, each impact seemingly trying to completely crush everyone's will and force them to submit to this power.

This is not only a test of the body, but also a torment of the soul.

Under the pressure of this terrifying sword intent, the disciples' temperament and will were pushed to the limit.

But it is precisely through such trials that true swordsmen are forged.

Chu Lengyu stood tall and straight at the front, like an unshakable mountain, bearing the brunt of the overwhelming pressure.

Her avatar also felt an unprecedented sense of oppression under the impact of this vast power.

Chu Lengyu took a deep breath and gradually became steady, like an unyielding flag, firmly standing at the forefront.

Under her guidance, the disciples gradually adapted to the pressure of this sword intent.

Although their faces were still pale, their eyes gradually became more determined.

Senior Sister Zhao and the others thought in unison, "It seems that the trial of the Sword Pool is not as difficult as we imagined?"

However, just as this idea popped into their minds, even greater pressure suddenly came crashing down on them!

This pressure, like a raging storm, instantly swallowed up their confidence without a trace.

Many people looked up in fear, staring at the sword intent that seemed capable of devouring everything, feeling as if the sky had collapsed.

This is not an equal contest at all, but a complete and utter suppression!

The sword intent was like a supreme deity, using its boundless majesty and power to firmly suppress everyone beneath its feet.

Before this power, they were as insignificant as ants, and could be crushed and pulverized at any moment.

Senior Sister Zhao was horrified beyond words. She exerted all her strength, her spiritual power surging, trying to resist the sword intent that was about to tear her apart.

But this force was simply too powerful, and she was caught in an endless vortex from which she could not extricate herself.

All around, the other disciples were also caught in the vortex of swords, struggling in the torrent of sword intent.

At the very front, the girl stood against the wind, braving the swirling sword intent.

Her eyes were cold and sharp, and her flowing robes were black and white, like the clear distinction between heaven and earth, or like the Tai Chi symbol born from the two polarities.