The mountain where Xuanfeng Half-Saint resided was called Heavenly Sword Peak.
The peak towered into the clouds, its slopes steep as a sword. From its foot to its summit, countless sword scars were carved into the cliff walls. They were imprints of sword intent left behind by the powerful figures of Heavenly Sword Peak throughout the generations, enduring for tens of thousands of years without fading.
Every sword scar contained a unique True Meaning of the Dao of the sword. Some were sharp as thorns, some heavy as mountains, some light as the wind, and some swift as lightning.
At the summit, palaces and pavilions were built along the mountain, layer upon layer, scattered in a harmonious arrangement.
At the highest point stood a vast Martial Arts Arena, its ground paved with Primal Chaos Jade. Twelve sword-shaped stone pillars stood around it, each covered in densely packed formation patterns and radiating chilling Sword Qi.
When Xuanfeng Half-Saint brought Chen Xuan down onto the Martial Arts Arena, Heavenly Sword Peak's disciples had already received the news and rushed over from all directions.
Several thousand disciples stood around the Martial Arts Arena, their gazes landing in unison on this unfamiliar young man. There was curiosity, scrutiny, defiance, and an inexplicable hostility.
Heavenly Sword Peak ranked fifty-seventh among Tianyuan Holy Land's hundred peaks. It had more than five thousand Inner Disciples and thirty True Disciples. None who became True Disciples lacked outstanding talent; even the weakest had entered the Dao Law Realm with a thirty-six-turn Immortal Core.
Only those who cultivated a thirty-six-turn Immortal Core and possessed the potential of a Half-Saint were qualified to become True Disciples of the various peaks.
At that moment, Xuanfeng Half-Saint stood in the center of the Martial Arts Arena. His aged yet imposing gaze swept over