A flash of white light, and Su Xin appeared before a stretch of hills where countless enormous peaks stood.
The towering peaks were completely barren, with not a trace of vegetation. Yet their slopes were covered in all manner of sword marks. Sword qi filled the entire space, and even the breeze seemed to bring it straight to the body.
Seeing the scene before him, Su Xin immediately understood where he was.
This was where the powerful cultivators of the Nine-Layer Sword Pavilion had once practiced the sword. Their drills, carried out day after day and year after year, had left deep marks on the surrounding peaks. The entire space seemed like a Sword Prison.
If a Xiantian Realm martial artist were here, they would likely be torn apart by the sword qi filling the place before ten breaths had passed.
But for Spirit Transformation Realm martial artists—especially those who practiced the sword—this place was a sacred ground for cultivation!
Practicing the sword here would bring a thousand-mile leap in a single day. It would be of enormous help in improving one's understanding of the sword.
For now, Su Xin couldn't be bothered to look for the Black Lotus Holy Envoy or Cen Weizhuang. He would cultivate here to his heart's content first.
At the very center stood a towering peak, ten thousand zhang tall.
Yet someone had cleaved the peak cleanly in two. Just imagining the power behind that strike was terrifying.
The peak was also where the sword qi was most concentrated, making it the best place to cultivate. So Su Xin headed straight for it.
But when he climbed to the top, he discovered that quite a few people were already there.
Among them were people from Sword God Mountain, Yi Sword Sect, Famous Sword Villa, Qingcheng