Cultivators who emerged into the world usually spent ten years sharpening a sword, and some even spent fifty. That was no exaggeration.
Yet no one knew how many years Wang Xian had spent honing this sword.
A hundred years?
Or more?
A great battle quietly unfurled in the wind.
Atop the snowy mountain, two people gazed down from afar.
They weren't merely watching from the opposite shore; they also wanted to point out the course of events.
One was none other than Dongfang Suyu, the Kunlun Sword Sect's Supreme Elder, who had recently emerged from seclusion. Her green robes fluttered, her appearance unchanged, and a hint of smugness showed on her face.
The other was naturally the Heavenly Saint Sect's Supreme Elder, Old Man Bai.
But he couldn't understand why the youth from back then had become the man before him, who looked like a demon king.
The wind swept down from the snowy peak, enveloping the long mountain path. In the blink of an eye, it was as if the snowy mountain had become a vast cage from which no one could escape.
Snowflakes were shattered, cold winds were severed, the void split open, and laws descended. Even heaven and earth were cut off from one another.
The cultivators on the mountain path, who were gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, were no exception.
In an instant, it seemed as if the spiritual energy on the snowy mountain had been drained away.
Or rather, this corner of the world had forsaken these cultivators. Even the elders of the Four Great Sects plummeted from midair and landed on the stone steps of the mountain path.
The talismanic intent hidden in the wind was like a snowy mountain crashing down upon them.
The power of a person could never