The ancient immortal realm had been badly damaged in the calamity, but a little over ten years had been enough for the spring winds to sweep across this entire realm. Though it looked desolate, patches of greenery occasionally brought a sense of vibrant life. Some tenacious creatures had survived as well—or perhaps, to them, the disaster was merely the beginning of another cycle.
This was, after all, still the ancient immortal realm. Though the Nine Great Immortal Sects were small, they had retained all the essential departments of a complete organization. Once the ancient immortal realm was put back into use, they gradually returned here. After all, with the Starry Disk no longer siphoning away their providence, the providence here had grown denser, and overall, it was even much better than that of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect.
This had also attracted quite a few immortals to settle here, though they were all immortals above the Pure Dao Realm. Thus, even in such a vast realm, their numbers seemed incredibly sparse. Most of them devoted themselves to cultivation, and few came out for leisurely travel. The four disciples and I flew all the way to the Sword Liberation Sect without seeing a single immortal, just as when I had first returned from the World of Creation. I had even begun to wonder whether no immortals had established abodes here anymore.
The Sword Liberation Sect had been built in a valley that stretched across the territory of the Nine Great Immortal Sects. Backed by a range of mountains rising at a seventy-degree angle, it had a great many pavilions. Though there were not many trees, the streams in the valley flowed like silver ribbons, while the barren mountains resembled golden clouds, lending the rocky peaks and valley a sweeping grandeur and