If one word had to be used to describe the Immortal Origin Land before the Heaven-Stabilizing Sage attained sainthood, that word would be chaos.
But if two words had to be used, they would be chaos and darkness.
In the Immortal Origin Land of today, every powerful cultivation force capable of gaining a foothold came from beyond the domain, rather than being native to the Immortal Origin Land.
Or rather, those cultivators from beyond the heavens had always been suppressing the native forces of the Immortal Origin Land.
In their eyes, the Immortal Origin Land—with its heaven-and-earth spiritual energy so abundant and its hundred thousand immortal paths—was a "blessed land" for outsiders like them.
As for the native living beings of the Immortal Origin Land, they ought to be reduced to "fuel," nourishing them with provisions and being consumed.
All of this was only natural.
Sword Cry Mountain had been bustling for three whole days.
The viewing seats surrounding the main platform were filled with Sword Cultivators from every corner of the world.
Their robes came in all manner of colors, and their swords were a dazzling array.
Some carried swords on their backs, some held them in their arms. Some kept their Sword Qi so tightly restrained that not a wisp escaped, while others deliberately let their sword intent spill forth while speaking to others, drawing sidelong glances.
The seats of the three great sects were arranged in the foremost row of the main platform. Sword Inquiry Cliff occupied the central seat, represented by a white-haired elder.
This man was Sword Inquiry Cliff's strongest expert at present, Qi Qiucheng, known to the world as the Sword Cliff True Person.
More than ten disciples stood behind him, every one of them grave and imposing. The Falling Frost Sword Sect occupied