"Sea hues unfolded amid the rain; waves surged toward the river platform. Their roar drove a thousand riders swift, their force swept ten thousand mountains here."
The Tide-Watching Sword Assembly was held upon a white jade platform in the river.
As the day of the sword assembly drew near, Qiantang City was filled everywhere with young men in splendid robes and spirited steeds, galloping about with swords at their waists.
The people of Wu Kingdom cut their hair and tattooed their bodies, treated life lightly and promises heavily, carrying something of the spirit of "cutting flesh from one's thigh to drink with wine, laughing as ghosts and gods stood aghast." Qiantang's public order had suddenly become far more chaotic.
That night.
By the great river, the tide thundered like rolling thunder. Shadows of people swayed beneath lanterns and decorations, and no fewer than tens of thousands had gathered.
The Ninefold White Jade Platform was even more brilliantly lit, with countless maidservants and servants bustling through it.
From time to time, streaks of escape light descended. Sword Immortals and extraordinary figures who had once been difficult to encounter were not everywhere to be seen, yet neither did they stand out from the crowd.
Outside the White Jade Platform.
"Wuxin, hadn't you always wished to challenge the heroes of the world with your sword? Why haven't you gone in yet? The White Jade Platform has nine levels. If you go too late, you may only be able to stand and watch the show..."
A Dao Foundation cultivator of the Yun Clan said with a smile.
He appeared middle-aged, with a face like crowned jade and his hair bound beneath a green headscarf. Unlike the commonly seen cropped hair of Wu people, he wore his hair long, and an ancient azure sword rested