(Universe Edge is a play, and also a sword, a very famous one. How is that adolescent melodrama? I feel wronged... Look it up yourselves; I won't pad the word count with reference material here. Also, I probably used this chapter title before, either in Great Dao or another book, but it really suits this chapter, so I used it again.)
Above, below, and the four directions were called space; all ages, past and present, were called time.
Only a sword that could sever time and space could be called Universe Edge.
The name was supremely domineering.
Everyone in the Quiet Garden was astonished; Zhuo Rusui was too shocked for words.
All Green Mountain disciples knew the story of Jing Jiu's iron sword.
Back then, Immortal Master Mo of Shiyue Peak had reached the end of his cultivation life and resolved to return his sword to Green Mountain.
He had copied texts among the peaks for over a hundred years. His cultivation realm was not particularly high, nor was he well known. By rights, he would have left only a faint trace of sorrow in Green Mountain before gradually being forgotten. But when he arrived outside Cloud-Traveling Peak, he happened to meet a group of disciples who had just entered the inner sect. Jing Jiu was among them.
For some reason, Jing Jiu suddenly asked him, "How is your sword?"
Immortal Master Mo said he had not used it for a long time either, a hint of regret in his words.
Jing Jiu said, "Why don't I try it?"
Jing Jiu decided to inherit that sword.
To many people in Green Mountain, this was a wildly fanciful idea, because Immortal Master Mo had placed that Black Iron Sword very high up on Sword Peak.
Besides, the