Heavenly Talents Rise in Droves, Blood Prison Young Master

Great Qian's Eastern Border, sacred land of the Sword Path, Heaven Sword Pavilion.

On Broken Sword Cliff of Sword Asking Peak, an ancient sword rang sonorously, circling through the sky with the delight of a sparrow taking flight.

A white-haired young man sat cross-legged. As his hair drifted in the wind, the phantom of a jade sword emerged.

Beyond Broken Sword Cliff, an elder walked through the air, his spine like a green pine forged into a sword, watching intently.

"Wuya, the Celestial Realm lies in enlightenment. If you often comprehend the heart within, blessings and opportunities will come of their own accord. Cultivation is not confined to what lies before your eyes. If you wish, go out and take a walk."

The elder's voice seemed to drift leisurely from the depths of time, echoing through the Cloud Sea around the sword cliff.

On Broken Sword Cliff, the white-haired young man opened his eyes. Sword cries rang out sharply as the ancient sword descended.

Great Qian's Western Territory, southwestern region, Five Poison God Sect.

Within a valley shrouded in poisonous mist and dense miasma stood a woman. Her hair was loosely coiled, a silver hairpin hanging askew, several strands of dark hair falling beside her neck, lending her a fractured and sorrowful beauty.

"Junior Sister Yiren, congratulations. You overcame the barrier in your heart and achieved Unity of Heaven and Man. You have finally stepped into this realm."

A voice came from behind her. Poisonous mist churned, and in the distance of the valley appeared a man of solitary bearing and pallid complexion.

Dugu Yiren did not turn around. She merely looked ahead.

The man pressed his purplish lips together. A barely perceptible ripple surfaced in his eyes, as though it were heartache, or perhaps something else.

"Junior Sister, Master