Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao

Chapter 161  The Heavenly Sword Secret Realm (III)

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As the sect leader's words hung in the air, a hushed silence fell over the mountain summit.

Everyone present, from the vice sect leader to the elders and disciples, exchanged puzzled glances, wondering what important announcement could elicit such curiosity.

Elder Feng Yulan stepped forward, holding something in his hand, and gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

It was a broken badge, old and weathered, with intricate designs etched upon it.

"The Founder's Badge!" exclaimed Vice Sect Leader Argath Glaber, his eyes widening in shock. "How did you come to possess such a treasure?"

The elders murmured among themselves, recognizing the significance of the badge.

It was said that the Founder's Badge was left behind by the sect's legendary founder, a figure veiled in mystery and revered by all disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The sect leader's expression remained solemn as he raised the broken badge, explaining, "Within this badge lies the founder's instructions for our sect. It has been passed down through generations, and only those in the highest positions were privy to its existence. Today, I shall share its contents with you."

With a surge of essence energy, the badge floated up, emitting a faint, ethereal light.

Suddenly, a regal and dignified voice filled the air, resonating with ancient power, "Disciples of my sect. Heed my instructions. Whoever shall find the other half of this badge and shall get my sword to acknowledge him as its master shall become the future sect leader of this generation. Whichever generation finds this badge, they must follow my wishes as filial disciples of the sect."

As the voice spoke, the swords scattered throughout the sect's vicinity rose, forming a magnificent humanoid head composed of sword intent.

The sheer power emanating from the sword intent was enough to shake the minds of everyone present, even the great elders and the sect leaders themselves.

Only Arthur, with his indomitable will and profound soul power, remained composed. However, even he could feel the immense pressure bearing down on him.

His body trembled slightly as he realized that his physical strength alone was insufficient to resist such a force.

The swords returned to their original positions, and the sect leader explained, "This is a trial and an opportunity left behind by our sect's founder. It can only be revealed when a time of great change is approaching. My predecessors and I were tasked with safeguarding this knowledge until the right moment."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the gathered disciples, each of whom was captivated by the revelation.

"Unfortunately, the whereabouts of the other half of the badge remain a mystery, and none among us has been able to claim the sword's acknowledgement," the sect leader continued.

"However, this trial serves as a reminder of our founder's wisdom and guidance. It is a test of strength, determination, and loyalty."

The disciples buzzed with excitement and curiosity, eager to embark on the path set forth by their sect's revered founder.

"Only by finding the missing half and earning the sword's acknowledgment can one become the future sect leader," Arthur mused, contemplating what the intention of the founder was.

'And also the Great Change mentioned by the Sect Leader?'

'Is he referring to that prophecy? Hmm, I might need to contact Father about this.'

The sect leader nodded, acknowledging Arthur's insight. "Exactly. The Founder's Trial is not only about power but also about understanding the true essence of our sect's teachings, which is the way of the Sword."

"Anyway it is time to send you all into the secret realm. Do your best."

With a wave of his hand, the sect leader activated a formation beneath the disciples' feet.

The platform they stood on glowed with a radiant white light, enveloping them in its brilliance.

In a dazzling flash, the disciples disappeared from the mountain summit, transported to a realm shrouded in mystery—the Heavenly Sword Secret Realm.

As the disciples found themselves in the secret realm, they marveled at the breathtaking landscape that unfolded before them.

Towering mountains, lush forests, and ethereal waterfalls painted a mesmerizing panorama.

The air was imbued with a unique energy, and the disciples could sense the profoundness of the secret realm.

Meanwhile, back on the mountain summit, the sect leaders and elders exchanged knowing glances, each bearing the weight of the Founder's Trial.

Argath Glaber's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he spoke, "Our sect's founder was wise to leave such a trial for future generations. It will guide them on the path of true strength and virtue."

Elder Feng Yulan nodded in agreement. "Indeed. As the disciples venture into the secret realm, they will face challenges that will test their character, resolve, and determination. Only those who embody the founder's teachings will be able to prevail."

The other elders chimed in with their thoughts, discussing the potential outcomes of the trial and the impact it could have on the sect's future.

As the discussions continued, Arthur's figure emerged in their minds.

The exceptional disciple had risen rapidly within the sect, demonstrating not only remarkable talent but also an unyielding spirit and unwavering loyalty.

"He is unlike any disciple we've seen before," one elder remarked. "It's no surprise that he remains unaffected by the sword intent."

"He is a hidden dragon among us," another elder added.

"Perhaps he possesses qualities that align with the founder's intentions."

The sect leaders and elders pondered Arthur's potential role in the Founder's Trial, wondering if he would be the one to unearth the missing half of the badge and claim the sword's acknowledgement.

Back in the Heavenly Sword Secret Realm, the disciples were unaware of the discussions taking place.

Their attention was wholly captivated by the trials and tribulations that lay ahead.

Back at the Heavenly Sword Sect, in a hidden location, two old men sat in silence as they looked into each others eyes with solemnity.

"So it's really happening in our time?" One with long white beard asked the other.

"It appears so."

"Sigh...things are going to get interesting after the tournament."

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