The suspended sword formation crashed to the ground, smashing the Patriarch Hall to pieces. Ripples of Sword Qi scattered in all directions, and all of First Line Peak churned with wind and clouds. Especially around Stop Sword Pavilion, where ancient trees towered into the heavens, the Sword Qi stirred the leaves into falling one after another, drifting and swaying before leisurely settling to the ground. A great many of Zhengyang Mountain's direct disciples seemed to have stepped early into an autumn fraught with troubles, their eyes filled with sorrow.
This time, no one thought that the young Sword Immortal of Luopo Mountain was spouting the ravings of a madman or indulging in a fool's dream.
Behind Stop Sword Pavilion stood a paulownia tree personally planted by Zhengyang Mountain's Founding Patriarch. It had grown safely for over two thousand years, its trunk soaring into the clouds. That was why so many leaves had fallen today.
At the sword summit, Sect Master Bamboo Emperor and the Immortal from the sword formation had merely protected the spirit tablets, Incense Burners, and hanging portraits of Patriarchs within the Patriarch Hall. Everything else—the carefully crafted seats passed down through generations, the priceless Immortal timber beams and pillars, the floor tiles made with workmanship more exquisite than that of the imperial palace—all seemed to have become passing clouds and scattered away with the dust.
Of this discussion outside the gates, which violated ancestral precedent and broke the rules, only Tian Wan of Zhu Yu Peak and Wu Tijin, Final Disciple of Sect Master Bamboo Emperor, had not attended. Even Yu Lin of Rain Foot Peak had arrived on his sword. After Bamboo Emperor proposed striking Yuan Zhenye's name from the rolls, he immediately added, "I, Bamboo Emperor, in my three capacities as Zhengyang Mountain's eighth Mountain