Fang Xiao's sword light was swift, and before long he arrived before the mountain gate of the Taibai Sword Sect. He had come relatively early; there was no one around, unless the Taibai Sword Sect had more than one entrance open to the outside.
The enormous mountain gate had been ruined beyond recognition, moss crawling everywhere. A huge boulder beside it had been sliced diagonally in two; its upper half had vanished without a trace, while on the lower half, aside from half a character for "sword," only the character for "sect" remained intact. Perhaps the one who had carved the words had imbued them with sword dao intent, but tens of thousands of years had worn it away, leaving no trace of meaning to be sensed—only a bleak sorrow in Fang Xiao's heart.
A mighty sect with an inheritance spanning ten thousand years had been destroyed overnight. It was truly lamentable.
Fang Xiao passed through the mountain gate and saw winding stone steps stretching deep into the clouds and mist. He took out the Taibai Token, but it showed no reaction. Realizing that this was not yet the Inner Sect, he began climbing upward.
The higher he climbed, the more astonished he became. Pillar of Heaven Peak was not merely this one main mountain body. There were also several floating islands around it, each linked to Pillar of Heaven Peak by stone bridges and suspended in the air through the spiritual vein formation of Pillar of Heaven Peak.
Looking at the countless fractures, what kind of great battle had taken place here, causing so many floating islands to fall? Most of those fallen islands had been sucked into spatial rifts. A small number had crashed at the foot of Pillar of Heaven Peak, and after countless years, they had