The Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion—those four words carried immense prestige and countless legends throughout Jiangnan. It was a towering mountain weighing heavily upon sects great and small across Jiangnan.
Ordinarily, perhaps nothing showed.
Yet at this moment, as the formations within and without the entire Sword Pavilion activated on their own, even Lu Yang, though mentally prepared, could not help but feel shaken.
The entire Sword Pavilion stood atop a perilous peak that pierced the heavens. Within it lay a vast world, with countless mountain peaks rising between Heaven and earth, connected above and below as one. It brimmed with an ancient, imperishable, majestic aura. Every stone and every grain of sand upon its mountains carried the rich flavor of history.
Compared to it, all things beneath Heaven seemed hardly worth mentioning.
Foundation Establishment lasted no more than five generations; Golden Core cultivators had a lifespan of a thousand years. Yet how long had this divine mountain stood between Heaven and earth? The two were likely incomparable from the start!
Before the weight of such time, anyone seemed insignificant.
"It was said that, back then, the Sword Pavilion Patriarch searched all beneath Heaven and failed to find a mountain gate to his liking. So he simply took the sword from his waist and threw it onto the ground."
"The sword took root where it landed and grew against the wind."
"In the end, it became the Sword Pavilion's present mountain gate. A Nascent Soul Dao Lord's sword... who knew whether that was true. The Sacred Sect did not have anything like that."
Lu Yang sighed inwardly. Though the True Lords had gone into seclusion, True Person Demon-Sweeping was gone, and True Person Quexie was badly injured, the Sword Pavilion was still that colossal force that had once dominated Jiangnan. With