Across the battlefield, the autumn wind blew desolate and bleak, and the sky and earth turned gloomy.
In the void,
a massive number of immortals were locked in fierce combat, all kinds of brilliant spells blooming in their hands as they piloted powerful magic treasures to bombard one another.
Yu Ding Zhenren, dressed in a green-based Yin-Yang Bagua Daoist robe, heard the voice of Di Xin echo from atop the high platform that pierced the clouds.
"Yu Ding!"
Called out by Di Xin, he frowned.
After his disciple Yang Jian brought back the "Master Gui Gu" rubbings from Chaoge, the other fellow apprentices had merely glanced at them and moved on, but he had been bored enough to genuinely study them.
Thus, he had now mastered the Strategist school's habitual tactics of sowing discord, while simultaneously developing a subconscious vigilance whenever anyone else began to speak.
"I hear you are a sword cultivator."
Hearing this, Yu Ding's brow relaxed, and he thought to himself: It seems Di Xin intends to make a move, not try to undermine me!
Yu Ding Zhenren indeed used a sword, but he was not a sword cultivator; every single member of Jade Void Palace used a sword.
Whether one used a sword depended primarily on whether there was a precious sword in one's hand.
"I have a sword; pray appraise it."
Yu Ding Zhenren froze, and the next moment his heart throbbed violently. A strong sense of impending life-and-death crisis assaulted him, the hairs all over his body standing on end and goosebumps rising.
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft!!!!"
Around the ground where Yu Ding Zhenren stood, eight towering mountains rose abruptly.
They were sword mountains condensed from piercing sword qi.
Yang Jian looked at the sword mountains beside him with lingering fear. If his master