[Kunlun Mountain, Upper Purity Peak.
The vortex of Sword Qi that had coiled there for ten thousand years contracted inward, and the entire peak fell silent. Then a streak of Sword Light pierced the heavens.
The clouds parted on their own, leaving a golden wound across the sky.
"I am Shangqing Tongtian. Today, I shall use the Sword Dao to attain Hunyuan."
A sword cry resounded throughout the Prehistoric World.
Every sword began to hum—the longswords of Demon Soldiers, the bone blades of the Wu Race, and the ancient swords gathering dust in Rogue Cultivators' Cave Abodes. Their tips all turned toward Kunlun in worship.
Tongtian stepped out. He wore black, and his face still held that same carefree, irreverent look, but his eyes had changed.
He looked toward Supreme Purity Peak and Jade Purity Peak, then grinned.
"Eldest Brother, Second Brother, I didn't fall behind, did I?"]
Taiyi unusually did not speak at once.
Guang Chengzi said, "Attaining the Dao through the Sword Dao... not slaughter. One word apart, yet the paths are completely different."
"All swords are bowing to him."
Nezha stood beside Taiyi, his youthful eyes surging with a dazzling light.
"This is the true path of a sword cultivator. So attaining the Dao can actually be this... this stirring!"
Before he could indulge in his imaginings, Nezha raised a question everyone had overlooked for far too long.
"But that Grandmaster Tongtian didn't establish Teachings when he attained the Dao.
"When Grandmaster Tongtian in our world became a Saint... he established the Jie Sect."
His words were like a pebble cast into water, jolting everyone awake.
That was right!
Taiyi suddenly realized it too.
"Right! That martial uncle Tongtian in the light screen became a Saint without establishing Teachings!
"What about his disciples, then? The Jie Sect—"