Surrounding him, steep mountains rose and fell, resembling a multitude of massive swords embedded into the ground. Every mountain seemed to emit beams of sword light, rushing towards the heavens.3

Accompanied by the ethereal glow of ascension, the female sword immortal in the air swung her blade. The ancient grounds of her former sect and the many mountains resonated with her, threatening to tear apart the Inner Landscape.0

Whoosh!0

Wang Xuan made a run for it. There was not much to say. He did not want to be the scapegoat. He had suffered enough for the sake of Old Chen, enduring hardship after hardship. It was about time for the blame to find its rightful owner. 0

With a swoosh, Wang Xuan burst forth, carrying with him a thick aura of mystic energy.0

It was then that he noticed that Qing Mu was not performing his ritualistic dance anymore. Has he grown lazy because no one else is coming in? 0

Qing Mu had moved a chair closer and was sitting right in front, staring intently at Wang Xuan, seeming a bit anxious. He was startled. Even though they were close by, he could not sense or see the sword energy rising to the sky in the Inner Landscape. All he observed was that Wang Xuan seemed to be possessed by some entity. 0

Within a few minutes, Wang Xuan's body started to tremble gently, slowly swaying. Then, he grabbed the black sword and slowly raised it. Is he trying to save someone? It felt more like he was about to strike down...1