At the heart of Dao Sword City, a full sixteen factions had taken up residence.
Of these sixteen factions, ten were sword-dao factions, each one renowned throughout the entire Eastern Region, possessing incomparably formidable strength.
The remaining six were no less ordinary.
Great Blade Association.
Origin Chamber of Commerce.
Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan.
Mystic Soul Dragon Clan.
Grand Subtle Mystic Palace.
Eastern Region Long Family.
The first few were easy enough to understand. As for the last—the Eastern Region Long Family—it was Long Aotian's clan.
The six major factions occupied the six best locations.
Besides that, Spirit King had also taken control of Drunken Sword Pavilion and stocked it with no small amount of fine wine.
Everyone waited, waiting for Dao Sword City to open.
In the blink of an eye, ninety-nine years passed.
During the final year, as the day Dao Sword City was to open drew near, the city's administrators began making arrangements.
After all, when a city opened its gates, it had to put on a proper show.
The entirety of Dao Sword City was enveloped in red.
The ground was covered in an endless red carpet. Huge red lanterns hung at the city gates, while streams of red Sword Qi coiled around the city walls.
In the Void beyond, densely packed sword cultivators stood suspended in the air.
After waiting for more than ninety years, the time was finally close at hand.
Dao Sword City was about to open its gates.
"Phew."
"The time has come."
That day, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them.
By his calculations, the hundred-year deadline had arrived.
He looked around, then slowly rose to his feet.
With just a few steps, his figure was already outside the great hall.
At that moment, the decorations throughout Dao