Dawn broke, and the sun's candlelight glimmered faintly.
Holy Spirit Continent welcomed a brand-new day.
This day was no different from any other. If it had to be given some meaning... Feng Zhongzui gazed into the dawn, melancholy in his eyes.
"The sun has risen."
"The Seven Sword Immortal Ranking should be sealed."
Yes, the new generation's battle for the Seven Sword Immortal Ranking had reached its final moment of sealing.
Originally, on the final day, everyone had hoped some dark horse would charge forcefully into the upper ranks and rewrite the landscape.
Some favored Gu Qingyi...
Most believed he was the new generation's representative ancient swordsman from Burial Sword Tomb.
After all, if even Gu Qing'er could fight her way onto the ranking, then if Two could do it, why couldn't One? Yet they had heard that after entering seclusion, Gu Qingyi had gone south to Sin Land. On that storm-tossed night, atop Listening Wind Pavilion—one of the three great blessed grounds in the Wind Clan estate—he had held the evil sword Yuelian and listened to the cold wind all night without drawing his sword.
Some favored Xi, the head of the Aberrant Division...
From every stray clue, and even from the few background angles unintentionally broadcast by the Dao Transmission Mirror, where the semi-saint-level "White Calamity Yama Lord" had appeared...
Xi's attainments in Ghost Sword Technique were absolutely not low.
Even if he were thrown together with Bei Bei, no one could say who would emerge alive.
What was more, some had dug up the fact that Xi's Ghost Sword Technique had been inherited from Hua Changdeng, one of the previous generation's Seven Sword Immortals. Bei Bei next door had practically wept with envy.
But the chaos on Holy Mountain had not ended. From beginning to end, Xi