Walker Of The Worlds

Little Shrubby's figure had almost melded with the land of the Desolate Blood Battlefield.

The land was red and so was Little Shrubby, making it hard to differentiate the two at the speed he was traveling. If one looked at it from a distance, they might even think that they had a mistake and rub their eyes.

Even blinking might make them miss the speeding figure of Little Shrubby.

"There it is!" just after five minutes, Lin Mu and Little Shrubby discovered the first landmark.

It was a hill that was just a hundred meters tall surrounded by tens of similar hills. The only difference was that this was the only hill that had sword marks on it. They were remnants of the past and now served a new purpose.

"These marks though… they weren't made mistakenly." Lin Mu narrowed his eyes.

Having developed Sword Intent, Lin Mu could tell this instinctively.

If they were simply made while attacking someone, the marks wouldn't be exactly as how they were. Lin Mu was sure they were made here not for attacking someone, but for some kind of a message.

"Take us close, Little Shrubby." Lin Mu spoke, wanting to check it properly.

~SHUA~

In just a single leap, they were now at the hill.

Lin Mu flew up and got close to the sword marks. There were several sword marks on the hill, with some intersecting and some independent. Their sizes varied too, some being as long as ten meters while a couple being only an inch long.

The small ones might be missed by the one observing, if they didn't have a good perception. After all, they could very well pass off as natural marks developed due to weathering of the hill due to the natural elements.

all, Lin Mu found that there were fifty six sword marks. But he wasn't satisfied by just

Lin Mu placed his hand

~HUMM~

his own Sword Intent stir. It seemingly

Lin Mu could feel an illusion forming in front of

a swordsman who seemed to be greatly injured. One of his arms was missing and blood covered his entire body. An expression of absolute fury and hate was on his face while he swung his

~SHING~SHING~SHING~

swing the sword fifty six times, carving the marks in

lips moved as a

illusion disappeared after that but the memory was still fresh in

Curse of Desolation is our penance…" Lin Mu muttered the

Lin Mu had seen. He stayed

a memory like that to stay intact in the sword

when carving the sword marks. All of them were willfully sealed within the sword intent, as a message to all

a master swordsman. Someone fully focused on the Sword Dao

head. "Still, the sword intent has faded away over the years. This should have been an open warning to everyone earlier." He

where it could only be triggered by your own sword intent."

it has been and the

replied. "After all, if there is no use for this information, why would anyone think much about it? Its function as a landmark might be better in the

still wondered about the words of

gave him a bad feeling about the battlefield

where to go now?" Little Shrubby asked, seeing that Lin