Vast heaven and earth, boundless sea of clouds.
Upon Jade Sword Peak, a tall old man in a green robe with white lining stood alone at the mountaintop. His face was weathered, his hair gray, his long beard streaming in the wind, his robes snapping loudly. His eyes shone brightly, like lone stars in the dark night.
Chief of All Peaks, Wang Xuanling.
Since ancient times, Shushan had spoken of the Five Peaks of the Sword Dao. Among the thirty-six peaks of Shushan in its early years, five mountains named after swords gathered the sect's sword cultivators. They were the fiercest and most diligent, always advocating expansion and advancement, and could be called Shushan's hawks. During the years when the Shushan Sect held the reins of the world's righteous path, the Five Peaks of the Sword Dao had been the vanguard in slaying demons and vanquishing evil, charging into battle first time and again, fearless and infinitely glorious.
Ever since Shushan declined and its strength gradually fell behind others, the fierce and diligent Five Peaks of the Sword Dao had also slowly waned. The other peaks, which advocated conservatism, gradually became Shushan's mainstream. Over the past five hundred years, the Five Peaks of the Sword Dao's hardline spirit had already been forgotten by most people.
On one hand, circumstances had forced them to become increasingly conservative; on the other, those warlike masters had withered away one after another.
For instance, both Gold Sword Peak and Silver Sword Peak had once lost their inheritances and nearly become severed lineages. Even though their inheritances had now been restored, they no longer continued the Five Peaks' original, pure will.
But ever since Wang Xuanling became Chief of All Peaks, the forceful Five Peaks of the Sword Dao seemed to have stepped back onto