Return the Swords or Die!

When Tian Suyin noticed that her daughter was about to rush back into the Sword Graveyard, she quickly restricted her movements with a bear hug.

"Stop! Do you want to die?!" 

"I don't care!" 

"He's not going to die— I think!" Tian Suyin suddenly exclaimed, which calmed Tian Yanyu down a little.

"Look at it— feel the atmosphere. Despite the similarities, this is nothing like when that couple got punished, and as crazy as this may sound, I can feel a sense of attachment from the swords. "

As the spectators awaited yet another grand display of execution, the blades buried within the Sword Graveyard awakened from their slumber once again, ascending to the heavens in a breathtaking dance.

Once every sword ascended to the sky, they began to move in perfect harmony, their razor-sharp tips converging towards Yuan, who stood firmly and unhinged despite the terrifying scene happening above him.