After the prince was able to travel through time, he stopped rolling!

Chapter 207 Choosing a Sword

The moment Xuanyuan Ruize stepped into the sword tomb, an ancient and mysterious atmosphere hit him in the face, as if it was the heavy heritage settled over the years, instantly enveloping him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, adapting to this unique breath. Looking up, he saw countless swords stuck in the ground, the swords flashing with cold light, like stars, dazzling and bright.

Xuanyuan Ruize thought to himself, "It would be great if all of this was mine! I could make a lot of money."

His thoughts were completely different from those of previous people who entered the sword tomb. Others might have the mentality of choosing a partner, eager to find a sword that matched their souls, but he was thinking only about how to exchange these swords for money.

If other people knew what he was thinking, they would probably show expressions of surprise and helplessness.

After all, the Sword Tomb is a sacred place in the eyes of everyone. The swords here carry countless legends and powers, but Xuanyuan Ruize only thinks about money.

He walked slowly forward, his eyes scanning each sword. What flashed in his eyes was not the desire for the power of the sword, but an estimation of the value of each sword.

He really just wanted to choose the most valuable sword, and it didn't matter to him whether it recognized its owner or not.

Anyway, he doesn't care about these things. As long as he can take it out and exchange it for some spirit stones, it will be fine.

If there were outsiders present, they would have seen his solemn and focused expression and steady steps, as if he was feeling the aura of every sword in the sword tomb. However, only he himself knew that he was actually looking at the number of gems inlaid on the sword.

He muttered to himself, "I don't know what these seniors like. They all like these things that have no special features."

The further he walked in, the more Xuanyuan Ruize felt that he was being watched.

This feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't stop.

He knew that the sword spirits in the sword tomb might be looking at him, the unique intruder, with curiosity.

He didn't just pull out a sword at random, because he knew that he couldn't act rashly before he identified the most valuable sword.

If a sword fanatic knew what he was thinking, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood. What kind of person is he?

Finally, he stopped and stood in front of a simple-looking sword with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This sword is inlaid with gems. Although there is nothing special about it, in Xuanyuan Ruize's eyes, these gems are a symbol of wealth.

He was secretly delighted: "That's it."

The other swords seemed to sense his gaze as well, trembling slightly and making low humming sounds, as if trying to attract Xuanyuan Ruize's attention.

However, Xuanyuan Ruize's mind was completely on this gem-studded sword, and he turned a blind eye to the advances of other swords.

"Did you hear that?"

An ancient voice sounded, as if it came from a distant time and space.

There was a hint of doubt in his voice, as if he wanted to confirm that he had heard it correctly. He asked the people around him.

"It seems that the ban that has lasted for more than a thousand years is going to be broken because of these young people." Sword Maniac muttered to himself.

His eyes were full of expectation and worry. He expected that perhaps these young people could bring new changes; he was worried that unknown changes might also bring unpredictable consequences.

"I don't know if we old guys can wait until that day." Another old voice sounded, revealing a hint of helplessness and longing in the words.

Several old men who have lived for more than a thousand years have their eyes filled with longing for the future at this moment.

They have been stuck in this stage of spiritual transformation for too long, so long that the years have left deep marks on them.

Although they have reached the God Transformation Stage, no one dares to break through and ascend.

All the predecessors in the Spirit Transformation Stage who had tried before had disappeared, which filled their hearts with fear and hesitation.

In the sword tomb, Xuanyuan Ruize took a deep breath, reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, and tried to pull it out.

However, the sword seemed to be fixed to the ground, not moving at all.

He was startled and tried harder, but found himself like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to move the sword at all. At this moment, the humming sounds of the other swords became louder, as if they were laughing at him.

Xuanyuan Ruize's face turned ugly, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn it! Can't I pull out your broken sword?"

He used all his strength, even his spiritual power, but the sword remained motionless. This was the sword he was most satisfied with!

Just when he was about to give up, an old voice sounded in his ear: "Boy, do you really want this broken sword?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction and doubt in his voice.

"Why don't you look at something else?" There seemed to be a sense of grievance in his tone.

Xuanyuan Ruize didn't know who made the voice, but he could tell that the voice was aggrieved.

"Are you the one behind this?" Xuanyuan Ruize looked around vigilantly, but didn't see any figure.

He wondered in his heart, who was the owner of this voice? Why did it stop him from drawing the sword? What did it want to do?

Xuanyuan Ruize frowned, thinking about what to do next.

He was unwilling to give up this jewel-encrusted sword, but he couldn't pull it out by force.

He decided to test the owner of this mysterious voice first.

"Who are you? Why are you stopping me?" Xuanyuan Ruize asked loudly.

After a moment of silence, the old voice sounded again: "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you shouldn't only focus on the external value of this sword. Every sword here has its story and power. You should feel them with your heart."

Xuanyuan Ruize disagreed in his heart. He felt that the owner of this voice was too pedantic.

In his opinion, the value of the sword lies in how many spirit stones it can be exchanged for, and everything else is meaningless.

"I don't care, I want this sword. The gems on it can allow me to exchange them for a lot of spirit stones, which is the most important thing to me." Xuanyuan Ruize said stubbornly.

The voice was angry and said, "How can you be like this? The swords in the sword tomb are not items to be bought and sold. They are symbols of power and carriers of inheritance."

After hearing this, Xuanyuan Ruize felt a little disapproving.

He felt that the owner of this voice had bad ideas.

"What makes you say that? I believe that a true swordsman has no sword in his hand but a sword in his heart," Xuanyuan Ruize retorted.

As they argued, the atmosphere in the sword tomb became increasingly tense.

The humming sounds of the other swords also became more rapid, as if they were jointly opposing Xuanyuan Ruize's statement.

However, Xuanyuan Ruize was not frightened by the sounds of the swords. He still insisted on drawing out the jewel-studded sword.