A peak of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion emerged here.
Jiang Ding thought for a moment, drew his sword, and slashed down toward this peak, allowing this sword strike to become etched into the mountain forever, leveraging the Spiritual Vein here for permanent preservation.
A deep and terrifying pressure emerged between heaven and earth, and then slowly dissipated.
The Great Yin Yang Sword Realm Celestial People felt a surge of joy in their hearts.
With this sword strike, the future defense of the mountain gate would be entirely different, far exceeding the sect's previous limits.
"Pure Yang, do you want to change the sect's name?"
The Sun Supreme inquired.
Everyone looked over, feeling a bit reluctant.
However, they all knew this was the sect's tradition, an event that would eventually come, signifying the sect's rebirth, its transformation, and a further step toward becoming immortals.
"Not necessary now."
"The Fallen Realm is too small."
