The Xuanyuan Sword Sect's inheritance grounds were magnificent, stretching on and on like a hundred thousand mountains.
Yet their dominant colors were gray and white, without a trace of vibrant green. Every mountain was bare, steeped in deathly stillness.
A sword stood embedded in each mountain.
Many were broken or damaged swords.
There were sword spirits, too, absorbing the energy between heaven and earth to sustain themselves. Their swordlight was so faint it seemed a gust of wind could scatter it.
"So this is the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's inheritance grounds. As expected of a supreme lineage, the foremost in the Sword Dao. Truly magnificent."
Two cultivators dressed in ordinary spell cultivator robes, with nothing but a broken-sword jade pendant at their waists, arrived outside Ten Thousand Sword Mountain.
"How lively! What fierce fighting. Looks like plenty of our allies are already battling the sword cultivators. Let's hurry over." The male cultivator was brimming with enthusiasm.
His companion, however, was worried. "If Li Yang comes and forms the Heavenly Gang Demon-Suppressing Battalion again, we'll be the ones in danger."
"He won't." The man spoke with certainty, looking toward the deserted aerial battlefield above Ten Thousand Sword Mountain. "There's a flight-prohibiting restrictive seal here. They're all fighting in the mountains. Let me ask you: what makes Li Yang so frightening?"
"Vertical Sword."
"Exactly!" The man sneered. "He's only at the fourth layer of the Golden Core, while we're both in the Nascent Soul realm. If he could use Vertical Sword as usual, I naturally wouldn't dare risk it. But without Vertical Sword, how can he form the Heavenly Gang Demon-Suppressing Battalion again?
"So I'm not afraid of him coming. I'm afraid he won't come.
"Why are we besieging this place?
"Isn't it to lure him here and kill him? Otherwise, we wouldn't