Mu Yucun flew out from the cave dwelling and hovered a thousand meters in the air, looking toward the source of the disturbance.
Although the three-tomoe Tomoe Rinnegan's perception was inferior to the Tenseigan's, it could still see across great distances. Seven blurry figures soon entered his field of vision.
Mu Yucun's pupils constricted slightly. Through the curtain of rain, his attention focused on the sword-shaped emblem on the chests of the seven figures' robes.
"Heaven One Sword Sect!" Mu Yucun murmured, his expression not changing much.
This was not a force from Central River Continent, but from West Creek Continent. Yet its name was extremely well-known even in Central River, because it was the only first-rate cultivation force from outside Central River Continent.
The Heaven One Sword Sect was somewhat similar to the Bright God Sect of Southern Bright Continent in the past. It had unified the entirety of West Creek Continent, and West Creek itself was an exceptionally powerful continent, far stronger than Southern Bright Continent. Thus, the Heaven One Sword Sect's strength came as no surprise.
This sect was most famous for its sword cultivators, whose sword arts were terrifying. It possessed a formidable reputation even in Central River Continent. With the Ancient Immortal Realm opening this time, the Heaven One Sword Sect had dispatched quite a few elite disciples. These seven before him were likely among their very best.
As they gazed into the vast rain curtain, all seven Heaven One Sword Sect disciples frowned. No one liked this environment—the dampness, coupled with the endlessly rainy sky. If they did not have to pass through here, who would come to a place like this for no reason?
"How long would it take to go around?" He Hong, the leader, asked.
"It would take at least one