The mountain of blades stretched boundlessly before them, its end nowhere in sight.
There were decayed blades here,
Tyrannical blades,
Bizarre blades,
Broken yet ancient blades,
In short, countless blades had gathered into this mountain of blades, and the blade intent within it had fused into one.
One could well imagine just how powerful this momentum was.
When Xu Zimo arrived, he frowned.
Before he had even entered the mountain of blades, waves of stabbing pain already spread across his body.
It was the aura erupting from razor-sharp blade intent.
And that was not all. Looking up, he saw that the sky above the mountain of blades was actually shattered.
No matter how powerful a force was, even one capable of pushing mountains and overturning seas, of destroying heaven and earth,
The heavens and earth possessed self-healing power.
If one shattered the void, the void would repair itself.
Yet the sky above this mountain of blades remained eternally fractured.
As though it could never heal.
The shattered void, the ruined wilderness of the mountain of blades—everything here was steeped in deathly stillness.
The arrival of Elder Ming and Xu Zimo seemed to have alerted someone.
A figure wearing armor and possessing pitch-black eyes walked over from ahead of the mountain of blades.
He was a guard here.
The armor on his body had been specially made to defend against blade qi. Otherwise, few could remain within the mountain of blades for long.
"To enter the mountain of blades, you need an official order," the guard said stiffly.
Elder Ming narrowed his eyes.
He knew that the commander guarding this mountain of blades was on bad terms with him, which was why even the guards disliked him.
He was stationed in the Thirteen Blood Prison Cities, and by rights, he could