On Sun-Moon Cliff, the sun and moon flew past like a shuttle through a loom.
In the blink of an eye, winter had arrived and the year was nearly over. Three months had also passed since news spread that the [Return to True Celestial Person] had come to Sun-Moon Cliff to seek the Dao.
Throughout those three months, rumors had abounded in the Azure Firmament Dust-Dyed Realm, and the various clans had kept probing for news of Zhang Yuan. Every inquiry yielded the same result: after entering the Bian Kingdom, Zhang Yuan had never returned. Not a trace of him remained; he had vanished without a shadow.
It seemed he had failed in his quest for the Dao, his body dead and his Dao extinguished.
For this reason, the Wen Kingdom, which had been constantly declaring war on other countries, had even suspended hostilities for seven days and seven nights. The Wen River Deng Clan of Hongde City had held a celebratory banquet that lasted a full seven days and seven nights.
Dressed in white robes, Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged on a boulder on Sun-Moon Cliff. Gazing at the expanse of white beyond the cliff, he held the [Primordial Form-Converging Sword] and exhaled.
This breath was no turbid breath of the human body. It shot from his mouth like an arrow released from a bow, becoming a streak of supremely keen Sword Qi that slashed toward the mountains ahead. It carved a gorge stretching a thousand miles through the mountains, only barely coming to a halt as it approached a city.
"I've made some progress. I'm now a cultivator at the great perfection of the ninth layer of qi refining, and my Sword Qi has grown more refined, too. Even against someone at the foundation establishment early stage of