Ever since the Purple-Armored Divine Generals displayed their might in the last battle, no one had dared come looking for trouble for the rest of the journey.
The carriage traveled steadily until it arrived before a holy mountain.
Atop a towering peak that pierced the clouds floated numerous islands. From every one of those islands, one could clearly sense an incomparably dense Sword Intent.
Below lay a stairway, stretching endlessly all the way to the very heart of the peak. Its end could not be seen at a glance.
Thick white mist encircled the mountain, billowing everywhere and making the scene seem unreal.
"This is Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain. We're here."
Li Xian'er drew back the curtain and looked at the cloud-piercing mountain before her, immediately smiling. After a month of rushing about, they had finally arrived.
They had been on edge throughout the journey, but once they reached this place, they were safe.
Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain was the undisputed overlord across hundreds of millions of miles of surrounding territory. It usually kept a low profile, but in terms of strength, it could absolutely rank among the top three.
"Let's go. Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain must be climbed on foot."
Li Xian'er took Li Yun down to the ground and said with a smile to Ye Buqu. Ye Buqu nodded with a smile, then kicked Toutian awake as he slept.
"So this is Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain. It looks pretty imposing."
Toutian wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and muttered as he looked at the mist-shrouded mountain before walking to Ye Buqu's side.
"Within Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain lies a priceless treasure called the Black Iron Heavy Sword. It is two meters long and half a meter wide, forged from the