Awakening to the Sword
Myriad Sword Mountain, with layer upon layer of peaks, was a colossal sect spanning ten thousand miles, renowned throughout the Divine Realm Southern Border.
The once-in-a-century Sword Discourse Competition was about to begin. Many famed sword masters of the Southern Border had received invitations and arrived to exchange martial arts.
Likewise, many sword experts who had not been invited but wished to make a name for themselves in this Sword Discourse Competition came from all directions, eager to try their hand.
Along the way, Ning Chen saw quite a few sword masters heading to the competition. The strongest among them had already approached the pinnacle of the Imperial Dao.
Across the Southern Border, martial arts experts emerged without end. However, Fourth Realm experts were hardly as common as cabbages, for mastering a law of heaven and earth was not something everyone could accomplish.
When one's laws reached great accomplishment, one could form a Minor World of one's own and attain the Imperial Dao. An Imperial Dao expert capable of opening a Minor World could be considered a regional lord even in the Divine Realm.
More than ninety percent of the Imperial Dao Supreme Beings of the Divine Realm had undergone Spirit Transformation. Their strength far surpassed that of human emperors, and the strongest among them were not even inferior to the lords of the immortal realm in ancient times.
As he traveled, sword intent swirled around Ning Chen. Every step he took was steady; in the footprints he left behind, sharpness pressed forth, his sword intent fully revealed.
After coming to the Divine Realm, Ning Chen had cast aside his former low-profile ways. With no misgivings in his heart, he no longer concealed his edge.
A thousand paces behind him, the void trembled. A woman appeared,