For the next two days, Tian Lin rested in the high sky.
He found that in just half a month, more and more people had gathered in the sea.
None of these people were on boats; most of them were sliding across the sea on giant swords.
"Are they Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators? Why are these people here for no apparent reason?"
Tian Lin didn't think they were cultivating, as these people were just surfing on the sea without stopping at all.
They neither inhaled nor stopped to practice, instead, they seemed to be searching for something on the sea.
"The Immortal Sinking Pond is filled with rampant Sword Qi; even spiritual tools can't linger long without damage. If these people aren't looking for a Dao Artifact, they're searching for an Immortal Sword!"
Tian Lin wasn't very interested in the Immortal Sword because he lacked the strength to control it. If he forcibly possessed it, he might instead be harmed by the Immortal Sword.
