The Celestial Sword Pavilion. In the South, the name alone carried immense prestige and was the subject of countless legends. It was a heavy mountain pressing down upon all the sects of the region, large and small.
Ordinarily, this might not have been apparent.
Yet, at this moment, as the Arrays inside and outside the entire Sword Pavilion automatically activated, Lü Yang found himself shaken, even though he had been mentally prepared.
The entire Sword Pavilion was situated on an extremely perilous peak. It contained a vast world and countless smaller mountains within its bounds, standing tall between Heaven and Earth, a single conduit connecting the two, filled with a grand and eternal aura. Every stone, every grain of dust on the mountain, was imbued with the profound weight of history.
Compared to this, all other things seemed insignificant.
