The cultivators at the Sword Graveyard silently stared at the man lying on the ground with a massive scar on his chest. Fortunately, he barely managed to survive.
However, they might not be as lucky, and judging from what they witnessed, nobody there was confident in blocking Yuan's Sword Aura.
'I will probably die if I am struck by his Sword Aura.' Many of the cultivators there had the same thought.
"If you do not wish to challenge me, you may leave and I will not chase after you. However, if you stay here, I will come for you." Yuan said.
And he continued, "One minute left."
Over half of the cultivators there turned around and ran away. They did not want to be chased by a monster that could not be harmed even by Heaven-grade treasures.
In their eyes, Yuan was even more dangerous than the immortal demons that roamed this land.
Once those that wanted to leave were gone, Yuan beckoned those that decided to stay.
"We don't have all day. Come receive my strike if you dare."
His next challenger stepped forward with trembling legs.
'If a man like that had the courage to receive his strike, there's no reason I should run away!' This man encouraged himself using the first challenger.
As they assumed their position, Yuan slashed forward, sending his Sword Aura at the man.
"It's gotten even stronger!"
The onlookers exclaimed in a shocked voice after sensing the devastating pressure coming from Yuan's sword.
Naturally, Yuan had adjusted his strength to his new challenger, or it wouldn't be fair to the previous one.
"Argh!"
The man screamed in pain as the Sword Aura cleanly sliced through his defensive treasure and two of his fingers.
He then retrieved multiple restoration pills and swallowed all of them at once, bloating his throat like a toad.
"I-I have survived!" The man roared in excitement and relief.
Yuan didn't watch him celebrate and immediately beckoned for the next challenger.
Over the next hour, Yuan would unleash his Sword Aura again and again upon those that dared to challenge him. In the end, none of the hundred or so cultivators that challenged him managed to escape unscathed with many receiving life-threatening injuries. Some of them were even missing a limb or two.
And unfortunately, despite his best efforts to control his power and minimize the damage, Yuan could not do anything about any unforeseen accidents, which tragically ended the lives of several challengers, their corpses turning into spiritual energy for the Endless Emperor's Tomb.
After a moment of silence for those that died, Yuan began to fulfill his promise to those that managed to survive.
"Which sword do you wish to learn from?" He asked the man who now had a scar on his chest.
"I want to learn the Divine Edge's technique!"
"Very well." Yuan immediately used technique transfer to send the technique directly into the man's head.
When he absorbed the swords within the Sword Graveyard, he immediately learned all of their techniques. However, their memories still required him to manually absorb them.
"T-This is the Divine Edge's sword technique…?" The man muttered in a dazed voice after acquiring the sword technique.
"Yes, but allow me to give you some disclaimers. Even if I transfer the technique to you, it is not guaranteed that you will comprehend it. Furthermore, it will disappear from your memories after a full year passes, and you won't be able to extract this technique from your mind even if you tried. Understand?"
"I understand…" The man nodded his head in a dazed manner.
Once he confirmed that the technique was inside his head, he wasted no time leaving the Sword Graveyard to find a safe place to study the technique.
Yuan continued to transfer sword techniques to the cultivators there.
Unsurprisingly, the most popular choice of technique was those from the three Mythic-grade swords.
Once Yuan finished handing out the techniques, the place became completely empty. The holes left behind by the swords also disappeared, leaving behind no evidence that the Sword Graveyard ever existed.
"When will you stop erasing historical sites from the Nameless Emperor's Tomb? Those who want to visit the Sword Graveyard after this will forever be unable to fulfill their dream." Tian Suyin sighed, and she felt bad for those cultivators that intended on visiting the place like her someday.
She turned to look at the now desolate land and sighed once again, "I already knew that I wouldn't get another chance to come back to this place, but to think it wouldn't be due to my lack of strength but because the place no longer exists…"
Yuan smiled, "There's no need to come back here if you learn every sword technique that existed in this place."
Tian Suyin snapped at his remarks, "Are you rubbing it in my face on purpose?! You think everyone is as lucky as you?!"
"No, I was simply implying that I am willing to teach you the techniques."
"Eh?" The angry expression on Tian Suyin's face immediately froze as she tried to process what Yuan had just said.
"Say that again for me. I don't think I heard you properly."
Yuan chuckled, "Do you want me to give you all of the sword techniques that I acquired from this place?"
"A-Are you serious? You're not messing with me, right?" Tian Suyin's body trembled uncontrollably.
Yuan silently extended his hand and smiled.
Tian Suyin, still in disbelief, slowly placed her soft hand on top of Yuan's palm.
The following moment, Tian Suyin's mind was flooded with hundreds of powerful sword techniques ranging from Heaven-rank to Ancient-rank.
"There's going to be almost no restriction for you, Senior Tian, so you can take as much time as you need to study these sword techniques. If you wish to pass down these techniques, you may do so as well. The only restriction that I cannot control would be your ability to actually learn these techniques." Yuan said to her.
"This is… You… I…" Tian Suyin was utterly speechless, and she was beginning to genuinely feel guilty about treating him like a bad person with ulterior motives this entire time.