This was a great city steeped in an ancient aura, its history stretching far into the past.
Back when the Nine-Headed Heavenly Emperor had rampaged across the world, the Sword Martial Venerable had already been a renowned Immortal King for countless years. Sword City was older than even the Nine-Headed Heavenly Emperor.
The great stones used to build the city had all been quarried from Buzhou Mountain by his admirers. Seen from afar, they exuded an indescribable resonance of the Dao.
Guards stood at the city gates. The descendants of those who had built the city had since become cultivation clans within it. Though they could not compare to the five great clans, they still enjoyed considerable renown in the cultivation world.
Sword City had no protective formations or restrictions. Out of respect for the Sword Martial Venerable, however, anyone who came here voluntarily entered and left through the gates rather than casually flying overhead.
With the Sword Martial Venerable's Discourse about to begin, far more people were arriving in Sword City than usual.
This grand occasion came only once every hundred years. Hearing such a powerful Immortal King explain his cultivation insights was no less valuable than a fortuitous encounter. Cultivators arrived in droves, riding clouds and mist, mounted on spirit beasts, or seated in treasure carriages. The bustling crowds made for a lively spectacle.
Seeing the situation near the gates from afar, Lu Feng hurriedly caught Sun Jiuyang by the arm.
"Do you think Ao Wuming and those people who went to the Five Sacred Mountains Divine Continent that day will come?"
Sun Jiuyang glanced at him and asked in return,
"If someone told you something that could improve your cultivation was waiting for you, without any danger involved, would you go get it?"
"Yes!" Lu Feng nodded.