"They're already here."
Killing intent surged around Situ Ting. Unable to listen to another word, he turned and rushed out of the cave abode, heading straight for the mountain gate.
"Alas."
Xuanqiongzi sighed and shook his head. Using a thousand-mile voice transmission, he summoned Chongxu Zhenren, the sect master.
"Patriarch!"
Chongxu Zhenren hurried over. "What are your orders?"
"Go to the Immortal Prison."
A formation disk flew from Xuanqiongzi's sleeve. "Make preparations in advance. A guest is about to enter."
"Yes!"
Without asking further questions, Chongxu Zhenren hurriedly took the formation disk and left.
Kunxu Sect.
Mountain gate.
Clad in azure robes, he strolled over.
"Who dares trespass upon the mountain!"
The disciples guarding the gate barked a stern challenge.
The visitor said nothing, simply continuing forward.
"Green Peak Sword!"
A Kunxu disciple noticed that the sword in the climber's hand was unmistakably the Green Peak Sword of their Supreme Elder.
"Stop!"
"Who exactly are you!"
"Mu Chutai of the Tianshu Sect, here to challenge Kunxu Mountain!"
Mu Chutai did not roar, yet his voice still rang through the clouds.
Tianshu Sect.
It had once been one of the Twenty-Four Golden Core Sects, not considered a major sect.
Yet from such a small sect had emerged Tianshui's greatest prodigy of that era, allowing it to rise in one leap into the Origin Sect.
But Mount Tai had made it, and Mount Tai had ruined it.
After Mu Chutai met with disaster, even though they promptly expelled him from the sect, they were still implicated. Within mere decades, their spirit veins and resources were stripped away, and they swiftly fell into a third-rate sect.
"Tianshu Sect, Mu Chutai?"
The gatekeeper was a young cultivator. To him, both names were nothing more than legends from long ago.
"You're that Lord Guishan?"
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