Most of the dynasties in the Divine Martial Great World belonged to the human race. The Redfire Sword Sect, where the Lan Clan resided, had few famous spiritual lands nearby. Nearly ten million li away, there were only two lower dynasties.
Aside from those two lower dynasties, the surrounding tens of millions of li were dotted with countless sects and lineages, their powers intricately intertwined. The most powerful sect among them was called the Cangyang Hall. Its previous hall master had entered the eighth rank ten thousand years ago, and his reputation was widespread.
The Redfire Sword Sect had originally been only just good enough to rank among the first-rate powers in the region. It was hardly eye-catching. But in recent months, a rumor had spread like wildfire: the Redfire Sword Sect had been taken over by an outsider.
Even more surprising, this unknown outsider had already decided to establish a royal temple and use the Redfire Sword Sect as its foundation to build a dynasty!
This news had undoubtedly thrust the once-unremarkable Redfire Sword Sect into the eye of the storm. Visitors, both open and covert, arrived without end.
Deep within a glacial canyon, the entrance was sealed beneath a thousand feet of ice, yet the valley itself was as warm as spring. Spiritual plants flourished there, and steaming hot springs trickled through the gorge, sending up mist like smoke.
Scritch—scritch—
A rough scraping sound echoed through the valley. A woman in green sat by the spring, with a half-foot-long purple whetstone placed before her. As the four-foot-long sword scraped against it again and again, its sheen grew brighter.
Thud, thud—
Heavy footsteps came from the valley entrance, clearly meant to announce the visitor's arrival.
Qing Lan stopped what she was doing and raised her sword. Her clear eyes,