Remnants of the Ancient Sword Venerable.
Enveloped in endless darkness.
Ye Luo stood still, his face full of confusion.
Gathering destiny to establish a Cultivation Holy Land?
He was destined to be the Sect Master of the Wayless Sect.
What was the point of establishing a Cultivation Holy Land?
Was this some kind of joke?
"Senior Sword Sovereign, this Secret Art… It's useless to me even if you pass it on. I'm not going to establish a Cultivation Holy Land."
"I am the Eldest Disciple of the Wayless Sect, destined to inherit the Sect."
Ye Luo shook his head, wanting to refuse the Secret Art.
The figure standing before him suddenly smiled.
"You, who obtained this key, have you not heard the words left by myself? He who has the key, if granted the chance to enter my remnants, can use it to establish a Cultivation Holy Land."
"Since the Respected Master has given you the key, it must be his intention for you to establish a Cultivation Holy Land."
