Qing Province in Uproar—Purple River Sword Sect
Pavilions dotted the mountainside, their placement carrying a breathtaking sharpness. This was not something ordinary craftsmen could have built; it required the aid of accomplished martial artists.
Sword sect disciples moved among them, each face filled with pride.
The Purple River Sword Sect was a renowned first-rate sect in Qing Province. Its Sect Master, Purple River Sword Venerable, was a Core Formation Realm powerhouse. Earlier this year, when he celebrated his one hundred and twentieth birthday, guests had gathered like clouds, allowing the Purple River Sword Sect to bask in the limelight.
Its influence rose to another level.
But today, the Purple River Sword Sect received an uninvited guest.
High in the sky.
A figure clad in a Daoist robe fell like a meteor, halting above the Purple River Sword Sect. At first, no one noticed him, but when that faint voice rang through the heavens, every Purple River Sword Sect disciple immediately revealed a look of horror.
"Purple River, get out here, you old Daoist."
Dragon Mountain Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, looking down upon the entire Purple River Sword Sect as an astonishing pressure steadily gathered around him.
All the Purple River Sword Sect disciples raised their heads in shock. "Sky Soaring—a Heaven-Human Realm powerhouse!"
At that moment.
A purple-robed figure also shot out from the depths of the Purple River Sword Sect, then soared upward.
Yet the purple-robed figure's flight was clearly nowhere near as effortless. Even though he tried his utmost to rise level with Dragon Mountain Daoist, he could not do so. He could only remain beneath him, forever unable to break through that oppressive pressure.
Although Core Formation Realm powerhouses could use Gang Qi to hover briefly in the air, there was still a