The entire island resembled a supreme, colossal sword planted point-first in the boundless sea.
Its highest peak rose sheer as a blade-cut wall, without a single blade of grass, its rock faces covered only in countless crisscrossing natural sword marks.
A layer of sword gang cloud qi shrouded the island year-round, formed through the accumulated interaction between the earth vein's spiritual energies and the sword qi of countless sword cultivators.
Any ordinary demon beast that strayed into it would instantly be shredded into blood mist by its qi mechanisms.
The closer Qing Chen drew, the more clearly he sensed that omnipresent "sword intent of heaven and earth." He had practiced Sword Path spells himself, and an insight immediately stirred within him.
What an extraordinary domain of the Sword Path. Qing Chen's heart grew solemn.
The harshness of this environment amounted to torture for anyone who was not a sword cultivator, but for Shushan disciples, it was the finest whetstone.
No wonder it could nurture a supreme Sword Path spirit body like Ye Wushang's.
He did not head straight for the sect's gates. Instead, he brought his escape light down on a barren reef ten li from Heavenly Shu Island.
Almost as soon as he landed, the sea ahead parted soundlessly. A cultivator in coarse gray Daoist robes stepped out across the water and bowed respectfully to Qing Chen.
"I, Sword Fool, respectfully welcome you, Hidden Spirit True Lord. Please follow me, True Lord. The sect master is already waiting at Swordheart Terrace."
For decades, Sword Fool's Dharma Nascent Soul had mostly worked under Qing Chen. After receiving Qing Chen's message, he had rushed here without pause to welcome him.
Qing Chen nodded slightly and waved a hand, then followed Sword Fool without betraying anything.
Rather than flying toward the main