The disciples of the True Martial Sacred Sect were under considerable pressure. Many of them used the time they should have spent sleeping to cultivate.
In truth, once martial artists stepped onto the Heavenly Path, the higher their realm became, the less sleep they needed.
In the later stages, it was even possible for people to enter seclusion for anywhere from a few years to a hundred years.
The night was pitch-black, with a few scattered stars adorning the sky.
Xu Zimo prepared to head to the Sword Washing Pool.
The Sword Washing Pool was a sacred ground within the True Martial Sacred Sect. It was immensely helpful for awakening the spirituality of weapons.
Xu Zimo went to his father and obtained a token. This token was specifically used to enter and leave the Sword Washing Pool.
For ordinary disciples, entering the Sword Washing Pool even once required an ocean of contribution points.
But for an official's son like Xu Zimo, contribution points were simply not something he had to worry about.
High-grade formations had been arranged around the Sword Washing Pool. The Seventh Elder had personally laid them down back then. Anyone below the Saint Meridian Realm who tried to force their way in would find only a road to death.
Xu Zimo arrived before the formation. At its very front stood a large tree, with a section of its trunk completely hollowed out.
Xu Zimo placed the token into the hollow in the tree. In an instant, the spiritual energy around him began to churn, and streams of white mist spread across the open ground ahead.
Aside from its defensive formation, the Sword Washing Pool was also surrounded by formations that concealed it in mist.
The mist formation ahead automatically tore open a gap, and Xu Zimo