After walking for so long, Li Tian was almost certain that he was the only one there.
However, his perception had never been wrong. Although the feeling of being peeped on was faint, it was real.
Disciples who entered the fallen Sword abyss rarely died. At the very least, they would wander around for several years, find nothing, and then be teleported out.
Although there were treasures everywhere in the abyss, only a small number of people could really get things from the abyss. Otherwise, the strength of the northern sword immortal sect would have long surpassed the other disciples by several streets if it opened every few years.
This was a rule, a way to train the disciples of the sect. Other large sects had similar places to cultivate talents for generations.
"Hmph!" Li Tian snorted coldly and turned around. He looked back under the dim light of the ancient bronze lamp.
