'I can only lie dormant for now and find another way... The Wansheng Sword Sect, the land of a Daoist Lord... This is an exceptionally thorny problem.'
This thought, filled with deep unwillingness and regret, finally dissipated like smoke, returning to a state of extreme concealment to await the next opportunity.
「Wansheng Sword Sect. Upon the mountain's peak.」
Here, the sea of clouds was no longer a floating mass. It had been compressed and tamed by an immense, invisible Sword Intent, transformed into a ceaselessly surging Sword Cloud Celestial River. The river encircled a massive gateway that stood apart from the main peak's summit, yet seemed to be embedded in the void of the firmament itself.
The gateway seemed both real and illusory, neither gold nor stone. Its overall form resembled the tip of a Pure Yang Magic Sword thrust at an angle and magnified billions of times over, shimmering with a gentle yet incomparably sharp, nine-colored, glazed luster.
