The deeper he ventured into the core of the Heavenly Domain, the fiercer the slaughter became. Fluctuations from Saint King-level battles rang out from time to time, and occasionally, he could even sense the terrifying aura of Supreme artifacts awakening.
Following the Sword Edict Jun Moxie had left behind, he proceeded onward.
At last, upon an ancient plaza covered in sword scars, he saw that aloof, peerless figure.
Beneath a mist-shrouded sky, one man and one sword stood dazzlingly bright.
At the center of the plaza stood a dark-golden stone monument thirty thousand meters tall. It was covered in all manner of sword scars, every one containing an entirely different True Meaning of Sword Dao, like a vast and boundless epic of the Sword Dao.
This was the famed Myriad Swords Monument of the Heavenly Domain Battlefield, left behind from the great battles of ancient sword cultivators. It contained endless mysteries of the Sword Dao, drawing countless sword cultivators here to comprehend the Dao.
At this moment, the white-robed figure stood with his back to Xuanyuan Che, motionless before the Myriad Swords Monument.
He stood tall and straight, like a solitary peak thrusting into the heavens. His black hair was like ink, held up only by a simple wooden hairpin. Not a trace of powerful aura leaked from his body, yet he seemed perfectly fused with the Myriad Swords Monument.
He was the monument, and the monument was him. Countless sword intents revolved around him like subjects paying homage to their sovereign, not daring to come within three feet of him.
He was none other than Eastern Xuan Academy's First Senior Brother, the peerless sword cultivator ranked thirteenth on the Heaven Ranking—Jun Moxie.
At the edge of the plaza, a scattering of sword cultivators from various factions sat cross-legged, struggling