Sword Pavilion. As the cold moon traveled westward, the night gradually passed. When the eastern horizon was about to brighten, Little Gourd swayed out of the room, his little face covered in exhaustion.
"Immortal Elder," Little Gourd said aggrievedly.
"Rest," Ning Chen said softly.
"Mm."
Little Gourd answered softly, flew onto the former's shoulder, hugged a lock of hair, and promptly fell into a deep sleep.
With a wave of Ning Chen's hand, the Yellow Springs restriction opened, concealing Little Gourd's form.
Just then, not far away, a door creaked open. Lin Yuzhen walked out, her hair crown tied high, her features handsome and refined, her bearing valiant and heroic.
"Thank you, Brother Ning," Lin Yuzhen said with a smile.
"Your Highness is too polite. Let us go. It is time to head to the Sword Tower," Ning Chen said softly.
"Mm."
Lin Yuzhen nodded, and the two set off together.
To the northwest of Sword Pavilion, in a barren land, stood a towering, majestic giant tower. Before it, people seemed as tiny as ants, filled with a profound sense of helplessness.
As the rising sun emerged, the enormous stone gates beneath the Sword Tower rumbled open. The Sword Tower's true face was revealed before the world, and an exceptionally powerful sword pressure surged out, sweeping up dust a hundred zhang high.
Outside the tower, sword masters from every domain showed strange expressions and sighed inwardly. How many divine weapons must the Sword Tower contain to possess such formidable sword pressure? It was said that Sword Pavilion's weapon that suppressed the pavilion was also within this tower. They wondered whether they would be fortunate enough to see it today.
The crowd entered the tower. Inside, luminous pearls illuminated the entire space. Upon the carved platforms along the tower walls rested