A House Thief?

Mystic Heaven Monastery.

At the peak of the sheer mountains in Western Continent, mist and clouds surged, ancient vines clung to the cliffs, and hawks with wingspans exceeding ten feet occasionally swept past, as though this were some primordial land untouched by human footsteps for ten thousand years.

From time to time, a streak of golden light would fly over. Upon arriving, it would form a hand seal and activate the formation. The ancient vines covering the cliff face would slither about like living things, rustling aside to reveal a hidden crack in the mountainside. Passing through that crack led into a mystic realm.

That was right. Mystic Heaven Monastery was an ancient temple hidden within a mystic realm.

Ordinarily, major immortal sects would not build their gates inside mystic realms. That was tantamount to cutting themselves off from the cultivation world, making contact with the outside world nearly impossible. The spiritual energy within a mystic realm also could not usually support a massive power, making them suitable only for smaller sects.

But the advantage was safety.

Mystic Heaven Monastery had relied on such isolation from the world to pass down its inheritance peacefully for nearly a thousand years. But once it chose to participate in the contest for the Ten Lands, its tranquility was destined to be shattered.

Whoosh—

A brilliant sword beam streaked across the blue sky and came to a halt atop the towering peak, hanging motionlessly in the air.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Nearly a hundred sword beams followed close behind, tearing through the air and linking into a dazzling curtain of light. They all finally stopped above the cliff, their restrained Sword Qi scattering the layered clouds.

Standing upon those sword lights were women clad in blue and white robes. The leader wore her hair in