Eight thousand miles from Imperial Capital City stood an inconspicuous small hill.
Two figures stood atop it.
One was a middle-aged man in a cloth robe, holding a hiking staff.
The other was a blue-clothed young man with a tall crown and broad sash, his wide sleeves fluttering. Two sheathed Dao swords, one black and one white, were strapped to his back.
A crystal-clear spirit pearl hovered in the air, scattering dreamlike rain of light that completely concealed the auras of both men.
"Before his sword even left its sheath, he had already badly wounded Wen Zhong. Is that fellow a sword cultivator of the Buddhist School?"
The blue-clothed young man was surprised.
Wen Zhong was merely a registered disciple of Lixin Sword House. He was insignificant, hardly worth mentioning.
What truly surprised him was that, in a backwater like Azure Peak Continent, he had actually encountered such a formidable Immeasurable Realm sword cultivator.
"Judging from his sword aura, he is undoubtedly a sword cultivator of the Buddhist School, and the grade of his sword Dao is fairly good."
The Cloth Robe Man holding the hiking staff said, "Perhaps he would amount to nothing in the Upper Five Continents, but in Azure Peak Continent, he is indeed quite formidable. Still, I believe he is like us—he came from another continent, rather than being a native cultivator of Azure Peak Continent."
The blue-clothed young man looked intrigued. "Martial Uncle, could this man, like us, also have come for that supreme fortune left behind by the 'Era of Dharma Decline'?"
The Cloth Robe Man shook his head. "I do not know."
After a moment's thought, the blue-clothed young man smiled. "I will go test him later! Rest assured, Martial Uncle, I know my limits. I guarantee I will not beat him to