A few days earlier, White True Person and Emperor Xiao had laid a trap in the tomb on Longevity Mountain and severely wounded Jing Jiu. Such a tremendous disturbance had naturally awakened the sword cultivators of the No-Grace Gate from seclusion.
Looking at the withered yellow leaves filling the sky and the young disciple draped in ragged cloth, holding a thin sword and looking utterly bewildered, the elders were first too stunned to speak, then burst into tears.
The No-Grace Gate had a new Heaven-Connecting Realm master and could finally end its century of seclusion.
That young disciple naturally became the new Sect Master True Person.
Only then did the people of the No-Grace Gate learn that his name was Peng Lang.
Back in Shangzhou City, Peng Lang had been an ordinary boy. After entering the No-Grace Gate, he had been an ordinary disciple. He had practiced with an ordinary Introductory Sword Scripture for a hundred years and remained an ordinary person. How could an ordinary person bear such extraordinary good fortune? Even now, he was still bewildered, unable to understand why Elder Sun had brought him so far away while his fellow disciples stayed in the mountains to prepare for the reopening ceremony. Of course, what puzzled him even more was how he had become the sect master. What exactly was going on?
Before he could make sense of any of this, those two sword lights, powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth, arrived.
Without a thought, he stepped in front of Elder Sun and drew his sword from its sheath.
He was very afraid, but the hands holding his sheath and sword hilt were truly steady, because this was an instinctive act, performed without thought.
Just as he had repeated the same movements every moment before that lonely