Ling Yunpo stepped into the last chamber.
He saw the accumulated water on the ground suddenly rise, converging in the air into a humanoid figure that looked like a lean Daoist.
Even though his specific facial features were indistinct, the figure stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a green pine, almost exuding the aura of an immortal Daoist.
"There's no need to ask for my name," the figure said in a clear voice. "Are you the one with the Innate Sword Bone?"
"Yes, may I ask if this place is the deadlock trial?" Ling Yunpo was about to ask "May I know the senior's name" when he suddenly remembered the figure's words "no need to ask" and promptly changed his question.
"Indeed." The Daoist spread his arms, and the water at his feet began to boil fiercely.
Amidst the churning water, a white-golden Immortal Sword slowly ascended, its hilt rising to the Daoist's hand where he deftly grasped it.