A hundred thousand miles southeast of Ghost Mist Mountain in Northern Yuan Province, clouds and mist curled like gauze as a sprawling range of majestic mountains rose from the earth. Spiritual light flickered faintly amid the overlapping peaks.
This was the Mountain-Suppressing Mountain Range.
And nestled in the deepest reaches of the range was the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect, whose name shook all of Eastern Jin.
A colossal sword blazing with flowing radiance tore across the sky, speeding toward the Mountain-Suppressing Mountain Range like a falling star. Qiu Zhenyun, Fan Feichen, Chen Changming, and Li Huayuan stood atop its blade.
Spiritual wind from the mountains brushed against their faces.
Chen Changming looked down at the unbroken stretch of emerald peaks, and a trace of longing rose within him.
Setting aside his body cultivation, he himself was also a formidable sword cultivator.
It was simply because his cultivation realm had never been particularly high that he had rarely used a flying sword in his battles thus far.
Once the great sword reached the sect gate, Fan Feichen raised a hand to halt it and pointed toward the orderly buildings scattered throughout the mountains.
Chen Changming lifted his gaze.
Palaces with upturned eaves and soaring corners had been built along the mountainsides. Sword cultivators occasionally streaked through the clouds on the wind, while all manner of spiritual lights intertwined into a bustling scene.
Fan Feichen smiled faintly, his tone full of expectation. "Chen Shan, this is the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect. From this day forward, you will cultivate and live here."
The words sounded ordinary, but he and Qiu Zhenyun had already discussed the matter in secret during their journey—both had agreed to raise Chen Shan as the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect's next Sect Master.
Setting aside Chen Shan's talent in the Sword Dao and