Before a mountain peak on the northern side of Third Medicine Valley, Gu An and An Xin stood shoulder to shoulder, watching as the disciples planted sword after sword into the mountain.
There were no flowers, grass, or trees on this mountain. It was bare, its rocks a reddish hue. The mountain had not formed naturally, but was made from special stone Gu An had purchased. This kind of stone was often used to make formation platforms, magic artifacts, and the like.
An Xin turned to look at Gu An and asked curiously, "Master, are you creating a sword mountain like this to leave behind an inheritance?"
Gu An smiled. "You'll know in the future."
Seeing him speak so mysteriously, An Xin grew even more curious about the sword mountain before them.
Gu An raised his hand and waved. A stone stele flew out and landed before the sword mountain, sinking into the earth. Then he waved his hand through the air, using his finger as a brush to carve words onto the stone stele.
An Xin focused her eyes on it. From Gu An's strokes alone, she could sense a force of presence, one she could not describe in words. For some reason, she felt a kind of loneliness.
Ten Thousand Sword Mountain!
The reason Gu An did not directly write Ten Thousand Sword Mountain Ridge was because he feared directly colliding with karma. One character fewer looked redundant, but in reality, the difference was as vast as heaven and earth.
Across different worlds, there were many Ten Thousand Sword Mountain Ridges, and also many Ten Thousand Sword Mountains.
The moment the three words "Ten Thousand Sword Mountain" were carved down, An Xin suddenly felt this sword mountain gain a spirit.
There were clearly still many disciples on the