An extremely disheveled young man wearing stained and tattered robes, his hair so greasy it plastered against his head in greasy clumps, sauntered over to the rusty sword stuck in the ground.

“Jian Bu’er of the Star Formula Academy greets my fellow daoists,” he yawned and raised cupped fists to the vast army in front of him. While the sword light had faded away, sword intent rampaged through the air. Any cultivators beneath sequence who dared cross the line would be sectioned by the terrifying sword intent.

There weren’t that many sequence experts native to the fourth realm. Although there’d been numerous breakthroughs over the past twenty thousand years, there were less than three hundred...