A hundred-zhang jade wall stood there, covered in a crisscrossing web of sword marks, some deep, some shallow.
It was impossible to imagine what kind of intense battle could have created such a scene.
The Tianhe Sword Sect had tested it long ago. A full-power strike from a Core Formation True Man wielding a Tier Three Flying Sword could only leave a faint white mark on the jade wall.
And even that mark would vanish after a few breaths.
'If I could move this wall out of here, it would surely be a Supreme Spiritual Material...'
The thought subconsciously crossed Bai Zichen's mind.
But it was just a passing thought. The Tianhe Sword Sect had controlled the Secret Realm for over three thousand years; they must have already tried every possibility.
He unhurriedly chose a spot, sat down cross-legged, and began to appreciate the Sword Marks on the jade wall.
