Sacred Sword Peak.
The ground here had been leveled anew. The earth shattered in that battle and the violent energy left behind had both settled.
Four Holy Realm experts had fallen, and the power of heaven and earth spilling from them had swiftly repaired this broken land.
A mountain had risen where Sacred Sword Peak once stood. In just a few days, a vast complex of palaces had been built upon it.
In only a few days, the place had grown remarkably lively.
Every day, people from sects of every kind came to Sacred Sword Peak to pay homage to the Holy Lord.
By now, every major sect in the Northern Wasteland Realm knew of the Holy Lord. With eight Holy Realm sects standing behind him, first- and second-rate sects had come flocking.
They did not care whether this newcomer was an Outer Realm Demonic Fiend. Even the Saint Sects had surrendered, so of course they had to come. If they won the Holy Lord's favor, they would rise to the heavens in a single step.
At the summit of Sacred Sword Peak stood the Holy Lord Palace.
Fang Mo sat in its inner chambers with his eyes closed, contemplating the sword art the Azure Dragon Sword had passed to him: the Azure Dragon Heavy Sword Art.
Fang Mo had always used a saber.
The saber was a weapon of dominance, cleaving heaven and earth. The brave were invincible with it, cutting through mountains and severing rivers. Its path was one of fearless, overwhelming might.
Yet the Azure Dragon Heavy Sword Art followed the same path he did: the path of dominance.
The heavy sword had no edge, yet it cut through everything.
With his extraordinarily powerful body and Qi and Blood Power, the Azure Dragon Heavy Sword Art made