Sword Vault Ancient City. A blade edge with the might to cleave the heavens swept across the sky in every direction:
"Disciples, raise your swords! Enter the Ancient Immortal Realm!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
As soon as the words fell, a hundred thousand streams of Sword Qi crisscrossed heaven and earth. Countless sword gleams streaked across the horizon, pouring down like a sword rain that blanketed the sky, dominating an entire region.
The hundred thousand streams of Sword Qi converged, forming an enormous sword radiance that descended from the horizon like a curtain of heaven!
Thirty Human Race sword cultivators, their sword intent surging, stood atop the city walls in every direction. They cupped their hands toward the ancient city's forbidden grounds. Yin Tianshou was still among them, his eyes filled with profound reverence.
Buzz—
A silver-white river of Sword Qi seemed to descend from the vault of heaven. This was Sword Venerable's signal. The thirty exchanged glances and nodded slightly before resolutely stepping onto the river of Sword Qi, advancing without hesitation.
Once sword cultivators drew their swords, there was no road of retreat!
Longevity Clans such as the Jun Family and Yu Clan had all sent their descendants forth. The younger generation had a place to contend, and naturally, the older generation had one as well. It simply was not yet time.
At the Yu Clan's Ascension Immortal Platform, disciples dressed in ethereal garments, like immortals, departed from the platform one after another.
Meng Sheng was still among them. His aura was now vast and majestic, while immense chains of Rules surged all over his body—not Rule Power!
His expression was cold and stern, and he kept an exceptionally low profile among the Yu Clan disciples. There were too many powerful figures around them. No one knew