(Shamelessly, let me mention the physical editions of Sword Come, volumes 8–14, once more. They should be available on JD, Dangdang, and Wenxuan, perhaps even with signed copies, since the publisher made me sign a full two thousand books...)
Wasn't Zhengyang Mountain, home to more Sword Cultivators than anywhere else on the continent, known as our Treasure Bottle Continent's little Sword Qi Great Wall?
The younger Sword Cultivators of Zhengyang Mountain's old and new peaks believed that with all their hearts, and many immortal sects beyond Zhengyang Mountain echoed the claim.
In truth, Treasure Bottle Continent's Genealogical Cultivators and Wild Cultivators had little impression of the distant Sword Qi Great Wall, much less the even farther Ascension City.
If not for Wei Jin's travels and the brutal war that later engulfed the entire Vast Heaven and Earth, mountain cultivators would have spoken of the Sword Qi Great Wall even less.
And wasn't the sword formation atop Zhengyang Mountain's First Line Peak hailed as another White Jade Capital imitation, capable of casually slaying Immortal Realm Qi cultivators?
Almost everyone attending the ceremony on the various peaks had been craning their necks to watch that inconceivable sword formation suspended in the sky. Its myriad manifestations caused such an immense commotion that no one could help watching the breathtaking spectacle.
How lofty a realm, how much Sword Qi, and what depth of Cultivate the Heart had it taken to forge a magnificent sword formation that drew a response from Heaven and Earth?
Since when had our Treasure Bottle Continent, besides Wei Jin of the Wind and Snow Temple, possessed both a Sword Immortal like Liu Xianyang, whose mysterious flying sword felled whoever he looked at, and another Sword Immortal whose swordsmanship was so peerless it seemed divine?
In the end, only a lucky