Immortal Pivot, the South.
The effects of the recent chaotic battle between Perfected Lords had already faded for the Lower Cultivators. After all, some people always survive, and those who live must go on living.
Celestial Sword Pavilion.
Majestic peaks pierced the heavens, cutting across the sky like an unrivaled Divine Blade thrusting up from the earth. Its Sword Point aimed Beyond the Heavens, and countless streaks of light could be faintly seen zipping about.
Soon, a figure tore through the void and descended quietly.
He was dressed in a Daoist Robe, his spirit soaring. His entire being radiated Sword Qi, and a fair sword-scar on his brow shone with the luster of Divine Power Perfection.
It was none other than Demon Subduing Zhenren.
"Sword Pavilion... I'm back!"
Demon Subduing Zhenren strode forward with his head held high. But the moment he stepped into the Sword Pavilion, a figure appeared silently, blocking his path.
'Demon-Vanquishing Perfected...'
