The land of the Iris Sword Saint’s inheritance consisted of eighteen mountains that pierced into the clouds. When he approached, he discovered that the mountains formed a huge circle that released a terrifying sword aura that enveloped the entire region.

The mountains covered an endless stretch of the ruins. There were countless collapsed pavilions, statues, and towers. Long ago, this place was where the sect’s disciples practiced their swords.

Lin Yun could imagine the majestic scene of countless disciples practicing their swords and how their sword aura would have resonated with the mountains.

The eighteen mountains were formed into a sword array. However, seeing that the sect was in ruins, perhaps the opponent that this array met was too powerful. The Xiantian Realm cultivators were like ants to the array as they entered through the cracks.

Lin Yun could see many people searching for the inheritance. Their eyes were burning, hoping to find something. If they could obtain something valuable here, they would benefit from it throughout their lives.

After all, they could sell it to the auction house to generate a huge profit, even if...