Eastern Wasteland, Taiyi Immortal Sect.
Sword Peak. Wang Qingshan and Carefree Swordmaster stood at the foot of the mountain, both their expressions rather grave.
"Go into Sword Peak and cultivate without worry! I hope the next time we master and disciple meet, you'll already have advanced to Core Formation Eighth Layer."
Carefree Swordmaster spoke with a solemn expression. Sword Cultivators grew through combat, and Sword Peak had stood in the Taiyi Immortal Sect for four thousand years. All the Taiyi Immortal Sect's Sword Cultivators longed to enter Sword Peak to cultivate, but they had to pay a huge sum of Contribution Points.
With a great era approaching, the Taiyi Immortal Sect had loosened the conditions and was vigorously nurturing its disciples. Even so, the disciples who could enter Sword Peak to cultivate could be counted on one's fingers. If not for Carefree Swordmaster's recommendation, Wang Qingshan would not have been able to enter Sword Peak to cultivate either.
"Thank you, Master."
Wang Qingshan bowed, speaking gratefully.
Carefree Swordmaster treated him very well, and Wang Qingshan respected Carefree Swordmaster deeply.
"You call this old man Master, so this old man must fulfill the responsibilities of a Master. Go! Cultivate at ease. The commotion you caused last time was far too big. Sect Leader paid an enormous price before he managed to repair the Restriction. Of course, if you really can do it again, that's fine too."
Wang Qingshan gave an embarrassed smile and said, "Disciple understands. Please rest assured, Master."
After saying this, Wang Qingshan transformed into a streak of Cyan Escape Light and flew into Sword Peak.
His vision blurred, and he suddenly appeared on a mountain peak filled with flying swords thrust into the ground.
The moment he appeared, countless flying swords rose into the air and shot toward