Inside the Blessed Land, at Red Peak Grotto.
Qin Bufan's aura had reached perfection, his blood and vitality brimmed, and his Sword Qi shone with a keen edge. Clearly, he was attempting to break through to Foundation Establishment.
Compared with before, he had further enriched his cultivation with the path of immortal martial arts. Rather than solely contemplating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he now placed greater emphasis on cultivating his body, nurturing his disposition, practicing martial arts, and honing his swordsmanship.
Once his efforts bore fruit, he would step directly into Foundation Establishment and condense a Dao Foundation of his own.
Yet just then, an omen of heaven and earth mourning together appeared outside.
As a cultivator of the Kang Metal Lineage Tradition, he inevitably suffered an enormous impact. He felt the spiritual atmosphere between heaven and earth change abruptly.
Qin Bufan's attempt to break through the bottleneck was forcibly interrupted!
Not only that, even the Sword Domain surrounding him was faintly affected, dimming.
Qin Bufan spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura weakening somewhat.
He opened his eyes, clearly having sensed something, and walked out of his grotto to look up. The copper rust drifting down across the sky and the dragon cries filling the Blessed Land made him understand at once: the True Lord who presided over the Kang Metal Lineage Tradition had fallen.
Could it be? He quickly thought of the Zhou Family's True Lord.
A rare look of desolation and pain appeared on Qin Bufan's face. It was not merely because his Foundation Establishment attempt had failed; he also grieved the loss of a senior in his lineage tradition, even though he had no personal ties to that True Lord.
He sighed deeply and said, "So be it. If it didn't work