Xuanyang was a major city in the Central-Southern region. Its streets teemed with people and mechanisms, and there was no shortage of whispered conversations, lively laughter, and grand discussions of the world's great affairs.
The fake Su Meng came back to himself from his daydreams and suddenly frowned. While his attention had been elsewhere just now, he had vaguely heard the name Su Meng.
He'd heard things like Su Meng giving pointers on swordsmanship throughout the world, one sword something-or-other and the Five Sects, the Demon Sword Heavenly King, Taishang Heavenly Demon, and the Multi-eyed Heavenly King. They had stirred his curiosity and caution in equal measure.
What had he done, exactly? The fake Su Meng decided to look into it. He extended his Spiritual Sense, spreading his awareness to pick up the surrounding conversations.
Just then, his vision went dark. A howling blizzard swept in, blotting out the sky and cutting off everything around him.
Amid the snowflakes drifting down in a flurry, twelve Stone Pillars rose up around the fake Su Meng, standing like savage, sinister relics from some other age.
As soon as the pillars stood, Killing Intent filled the air, faintly penetrating every layer of the Nine Abysses. It immediately enveloped the fake Su Meng. The Demon Sword Heavenly King, his face as pale as snow, floated in midair with a demonic sword in hand and laughed heartily.
"Let's see how you escape this time!"
A Heavenly Immortal? The fake Su Meng was utterly bewildered. He had only just arrived and had been careful in everything he did. He hadn't done a thing, or even revealed his strength, so how had he managed to provoke a terrifying enemy at the Heavenly Immortal level?
"Brother, have you mistaken me for someone else?" the fake Su Meng blurted