Sword God Mountain's Divine Sword Peak lay in Yizhou in the heartland. It stood no more than seventy zhang high and covered no more than twenty li, and over a century ago, it had been utterly unknown. Among the famous mountains and perilous peaks under heaven, it could not even rank by name. Yet because one man lived there, it had since become renowned throughout the world, a holy land and divine mountain in the eyes of countless swordsmen.
The opening line of Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on a Humble Dwelling" read: "A mountain need not be high; with an immortal, it becomes famed. Water need not be deep; with a dragon, it gains spirit." The man capable of turning an obscure little mountain into a holy land renowned throughout the world among practitioners of the sword was naturally no ordinary mortal.
He was the universally acknowledged number one swordsman under heaven, and even more so, the number one expert under heaven: the Sword God, Master Zhong.
Of course, Xiang Yang, who had set foot upon Sword God Mountain's Divine Sword Peak today, knew that this man possessed another identity. He was Sikong Xuan, the strategist saint who had aided Emperor Taizu in pacifying the world at the dawn of Great Zhou's founding. His fame and status had been in no way inferior to Zhong Yin's today.
As for why the strategist saint of old had become the Sword God of today, and why the Sword God of today no longer possessed his former righteous awe-inspiring air, no longer slew demons and defended the Dao, but instead conducted himself with three parts wickedness—perhaps Xiang Yang would find the answer here.
"So this is Sword God Mountain? As expected, sword qi soars into the heavens, its aura blanketing the universe. And it