"Ptui!"
Zhang Yang crawled out of the dirt with a face full of gloom, looking like a zombie.
He hadn't expected the boost the Intent Meridian Sword Core's second stage would give his sword art to be so enormous. He had consequently used too much force, suppressing an area over a kilometer wide and causing the Heartless Pit to collapse.
"Tsk, tsk. Only now do I feel like a qualified sword cultivator."
After spitting away the bad luck, Zhang Yang couldn't help feeling a little smug. His journey had been full of twists and hardships, and only now did he finally have the capital to hold his head high.
Next, of course, he would continue farming and practicing the sword. He had already decided to rely on himself to tough out thirty terrifying days of the Sleepless Night. At worst, he could hide inside the mountain gate—there was a Profound-tier Anomaly there, after all.
"What? It's embarrassing? Damn it, does this mountain gate have the surname Zhang or something?"
Zhang Yang was perfectly justified. He intended to continue expanding Sword Human Valley and build a few more Heartless Pits inside. As a sword cultivation sect destined for greatness, it had to show the advantages of its infrastructure.
As for disciples and sect members, there was no rush.
As the saying went, sharpening the axe wouldn't delay chopping wood.
More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye. The crisis of the Sleepless Night drew closer by the day, yet Zhang Yang remained remarkably calm.
The brand-new Sword Human Valley had already been carved out again by him. It contained a deep Heartless Pit, and the range of its sword-qi radiation had accumulated to an entirely new height.
At a distance of roughly one kilometer, any ordinary person, animal,