After another hour, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped. The daylight gradually descended, and it was already the time of Shen. Over ten streaks of tunneling light dispersed from the peak of Qingdan, returning to the various mountaintops.
Before a stick of incense burned out, the profound sound of bells and chimes echoed from the mountain top, spreading throughout the mountains.
Thousands of cultivators on both banks knew that the sound of these bells and chimes signaled the commencement of the Sword Fighting Conference. All were excited, craning their necks to watch the sky.
Elder Ying Ya, holding a horsetail whisk in his arms, stepped up to the Dharma Platform at the peak. This was the highest point of Chengyuan Gorge. He gazed around, capturing the full scenery of the mountains and rivers.
