Every day, tens of thousands—sometimes even over a hundred thousand—sword cultivators climbed Sword God Mountain. The mountain was simply too vast; with the cultivators scattered all around it, there was still room for everyone.
However, within one li of the mountain's foot, the number of sword cultivators in sight became exceedingly sparse.
Most sword cultivators remained within a hundred-li radius of the mountain's foot, while a small number of elites could enter the area within ten li of it.
Only certain geniuses and older-generation powerhouses could step into the area within one li of the mountain's foot.
As Xiao Yun looked around, he could see only a few scattered figures. Unlike at the beginning, he was no longer being watched like some monkey in a cage.
Naturally, Xiao Yun was glad for it. It was much quieter here.
Gritting his teeth, he persevered and pushed onward.
Step by step, Xiao Yun drew closer to the foot of Sword God Mountain.
Only upon reaching this place did Xiao Yun truly feel the mountain's towering immensity. Looking up, he saw only a sharp sword piercing the clouds and boring through the heavens.
Vast natural sword intent crashed down without cease, pressing Xiao Yun's bones until they creaked.
Xiao Yun felt as though his sword intent had been suppressed to its utmost limit. There were no longer any "impurities" left to purge; his sword intent was almost being compressed into tangible substance.
This was a baptism of sword intent. Xiao Yun felt as though his sword intent had undergone a sublimation, reaching an entirely new realm.
"Buzz!"
Xiao Yun's sea of consciousness trembled. The Earth Sword Intent that erupted forth became even more powerful, seeming to merge with the land beneath his feet. Waves of immense energy flowed into him, replenishing the consumption