Spirit Sword Mountain was called Spirit Sword Mountain because its abundant spiritual energy made it a sacred haven coveted by cultivators.
The sect leader nurtured there had once been the greatest swordsman in the world, renowned throughout the martial world.
Spirit Sword Mountain's fame had soared as a result, its prestige briefly surpassing the long-established Azure Cloud Sect to become the greatest sect in the world.
Unfortunately, its glory lasted less than ten years before the Demon-Slaying Sect overtook it and knocked it off its throne.
And that meant mentioning that man from the Demon-Slaying Sect.
He had debuted at the pinnacle, single-handedly sweeping every ranking of martial experts, defeating all challengers, and claiming the title of the world's greatest swordsman.
Once he took that crown, he never relinquished it.
But that happened later.
At present, Spirit Sword Mountain was at the height of its glory.
And the sickly boy their sect leader had picked up all those years ago had returned.
Now things were getting interesting.
"Senior Brother Aotian, if he comes back, won't you have to give up your position as eldest senior brother?"
"With that half-dead body of his, he actually dared venture into the Demon Clan Secret Realm alone and defy the heavens to cultivate? Did he have a death wish?"
"No one ever returns from the Demon Clan Secret Realm. If he made it back alive, wouldn't his cultivation be above ours?"
Long Aotian sneered.
"He's nothing but a walking corpse. How could he..."
Before he finished, a streak of cold light swept through the air.
Long Aotian's expression changed sharply, and he drew his sword to block it.
Clang!
A tremendous crash rang out.
The sword in his hand was cleaved clean through by that cold flash.
The fierce true energy drove him three