Sword intent filled every corner of the boundless, strange world.
The mountains were sword intent, the rivers were sword intent, and so were the flowers, grasses, and trees.
Everything here had been condensed from sword intent.
A world filled with swords!
This realm existed between illusion and reality. It had formed through its dependence on the world of the Divine Land, yet existed outside it, so the rules of the Divine Land could not restrict this place.
There were no sun, moon, or stars here, no day, no night, and no passage of time.
The world was a haze of gray, and everything seemed to be motionless.
But just then.
Somewhere in this vast world, a figure flew through a forest overgrown with weeds, looking somewhat bedraggled.
This man was none other than Yan Fei.
He had been cultivating in the far north when he suddenly sensed the aura of the Sword Realm. He had risked coming to Ming and entered the Sword Realm through the sky above Ming territory.
He had never expected to encounter Yu Huatian and his party as soon as he entered.
Last time, he had nearly fallen at Yu Huatian's hands, but that had been because Bai Yujing and the others had surrounded and attacked him.
In a normal one-on-one fight, he was still confident he could deal with Yu Huatian.
But at this encounter, not only had Yu Huatian's own cultivation risen to the ninth heaven realm, his Sword Dao had also advanced another step, reaching the divine sword level.
Before they even exchanged blows, Yan Fei could sense that he was no longer Yu Huatian's match.
If they fought again, he would definitely be the one to die!
So he had chosen without hesitation to avoid that sharp edge for the time being.