In the intervals between their conversation, countless cultivators had already gathered all around. Young men and women traveled in groups, stepping onto the stairs toward Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain.
Legend had it that the stairs of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain numbered nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. Only after reaching the summit could one behold the true gates of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain. This was the most basic test for cultivators across the land—if they could not overcome even this small hardship, then they need not come at all.
"Even I, a Golden Core cultivator, get chills just looking at the stairs of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain, let alone those Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators."
"Exactly. I heard that some Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators whose lifespans are nearly at an end have come too. With their old arms and old legs, they're all climbing these stairs. They say that even if they die, they still want to witness the sacred land of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain."
"What did you expect? Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain is the holy land of sword cultivators everywhere, the sacred place in every sword cultivator's heart. Some sword cultivators' lifelong wish is merely to gaze upon it once."
"I'm afraid eighty percent of the sword cultivators on the continent have come this time, aside from those great powers."
Listening to the discussions of the men and women ahead, Ye Buqu's face was filled with curiosity. From their words alone, he could tell that Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain was far from simple. It seemed he had come to the right place this time.
"Let's go, Young Master."
Li Xian'er tucked the last Purple-Armored Divine General into the cloth bag at her waist