Construction of Heavenly Sword Mountain had not begun all that long ago, but its development had far exceeded my expectations. Still, if the sect master was Li Guxian, then the answer was not so surprising after all. What was more, Heavenly City was home to many great masters of swordsmanship, forming its strongest combat force. The existence of the Sword Sect on Heavenly Sword Mountain had also drawn the attention of the immortals across the world, so such an effect was hardly unexpected.
I had wanted to take a look around and see how Li Guxian was doing, as well as how Lord Taihua and Lord Mengxue, both skilled in the Way of the Sword, were faring. But just as I was preparing to fly into the sect with the immortals entering the realm one after another, I suddenly felt something strange, and instantly became fully alert!
There was nothing more familiar than the feeling of knowing oneself. I stopped at once and forcibly merged my thoughts with that strange fluctuation!
In the blink of an eye, I appeared amid a strange fog, with fine red grass beneath my feet.
I raised my hand. Within the clouds and mist, layer upon layer of fog had already gathered in my palm. That hazy sensation made it seem as though I had been plunged into some unknown terror.
Of course, I immediately realized why I had appeared here.
Although I still did not know whose dream I was currently in, I had been able to come here entirely because a trace of fortune belonging to me had resonated with me.
There were many disciples and members of Heavenly Sword Mountain, and the Little Sword Assembly had also drawn the descendants and juniors of the various sects, clans, and factions of the Ninefold