Ye Linyuan woke up in a secluded, dark room with a rusty sword by his side.

The stone walls were inlaid with ancient bronze lamps, and the paintings on the walls were intricate, the painted strokes well preserved and lifelike, without the slightest flaking.

A white dress was as ancient and quiet as vegetation, and the young teenage face was as clear as a maiden's in the dimly lit stone room.

He looked at the rusty, aura-less, ancient sword, and after a long silence, he finally sighed quietly: "I still haven't escaped being swallowed by the abyss."

He pushed open the stone door and stepped into the light. On this day, the mansion, which had been sealed in dust for five hundred years, finally caved in. The breeze hit his face, a little astringent, a little cold.

Five hundred years of a great dream, and he awoke in a daze, silently comprehending the insights of these five hundred years of seclusion.

The mountain was high, towering into the clouds, and the birds could be heard in his ears, and he could also hear the sound of the cascading streams rushing through the clouds like snow and broken jade.

The young man looked at the stream leaking out from between the stone walls and at the white clouds deep in the sky, I don't know where.

He looked at his hands and smiled helplessly: "Five hundred years of cultivation, but in the end it was all for naught." After saying these words, he began to cough incessantly, his coughing sound seemingly out of place in the silent valley.

After coughing for a long time, he finally looked up at the green hill between the clouds, the mother peak of the Tide Breakers, which was even more lofty and lush than the son peaks. His gaze was a little frenzied, a little bewildered, a little resigned, and finally a little frightened.

Five hundred years ago, he was at the peak of the Sage realm. At last, he had a chance to reach a realm that the world had never reached before. So he closed the door at Tidal Break Peak for five hundred and twenty years. Now he has come out early. But he found that all the magic power of his Tong Sheng realm had disappeared into thin air. But his own realm had risen greatly, and he was vaguely about to cross that threshold. The best proof of this is that he now looks as green and young as a teenager. After quenching his body and refining his soul, and removing the filth, his body had returned to its youthful state.

But what is the difference between having a realm alone but no magical power to support it and being a wastrel? He needed twenty years to solve the problems that had arisen in himself.

Slowly he walked down the cliff. The cliff remained the same, both the stone path and the landscape were the same as they had been five hundred years ago. But the earthly world is not like the landscape, it is not just the same old landscape, the world has changed, and there is no telling how far we have come.

As he picked his way down, he could actually clearly feel the slow inflow of spiritual energy within his empty sword tyre. It was as if a stream was slowly flowing into a dry and cracked sea bed; although it was a drop in the bucket, there would always be a day when a hundred rivers would reach the sea and fill up. He slowed his pace and began to think.

There are always those who compare earth to a chessboard. But earthly affairs are far more complex than a game of chess, and even the most proficient in calculating and reasoning can only calculate a rough idea.

His steps became slower and slower until he came to a halt.

After he had left the confines of the forbidden zone set up by Tidal Wave Peak Zifeng himself, he heard the sound of someone speaking. His calculations were interrupted by the sound of voices, which annoyed him somewhat.

Not far away stood a woman faintly, through the shadows of the trees and flowers, the woman was dressed in a single black and white garment as if it were ancient, as if it were an elusive and slender writing between the landscape. Ye Linyuan's body shook slightly, he felt that this figure looked familiar. As he was thinking, a man's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Five hundred years have passed, but is Fairy Pei still so nostalgic? These days I live at the bottom of the mountain and often see Fairy Pei wandering outside Tide Break Peak.

Ye Linyuan then noticed a middle-aged man with a dry and thin figure wearing black and white daoist clothes standing opposite the young woman.

Immortal Pei ... she is ... Ye Linyuan's mouth corner raised wordlessly, did not expect fate to be so coincidental, he just came out of the gate to meet his most highly expected first disciple five hundred years ago, Pei Yuhan.

The first time I heard Pei Yuhan say, "What does it matter to you, Yin Yang Pavilion, if my Sword Sect acts?

The man laughed coldly and said, "Pei is worthy of being the leader of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty's female sword immortals, and nowadays there are only a few women who dare to walk the world with swords.

Pei Yuhan simply said, "I hope you can still talk like this in twenty years' time.

The man laughed loudly and wildly: "Twenty years? Do you think that man will really be out of the gate? Don't be silly, the whole world knows now that that ... "

Before he finished speaking, a sword light shone through the green hill. In just an instant, the tip of Pei Yuhan's sword was at the man's throat.

She calmly said, "If I hear you slander my master again, I will kill you."

The man was not moved at all. He said indifferently: "Pei Yuhan, Pei Yuhan, although my realm is far inferior to yours, but others do not know, I can know that you are only ... nowadays"

Suddenly, that Daoist of the Yin Yang Pavilion looked stern, turning his head to look at the forest, his gaze like a torch: "Who is there."

Ye Linyuan was slightly shaken, he had just come out of seclusion, he was not yet skilled in using the Dao to conceal his breath, he was actually discovered.

Pei Yuhan's gaze was also directed towards this place. Helplessly, Ye Linyuan had no choice but to slowly walk out of the forest and look at the two people in front of him.

Pei Yuhan looked at him who had raised his head, frowned slightly and asked, "Which Immortal Sect are you a disciple of?

Ye Linyuan looked at his former disciple, who was already so beautiful, with her clear face, her high coiffed hair, her slanted wooden hairpin, her meticulous black and white sword costume wrapped around her proud and upright figure, as if she was a sword standing in the forest, all the landscape scenery was robbed of its sharpness. He felt relieved that his first pupil had not only grown more graceful, but had also passed the threshold of the sword. It was a pity that he could not identify with her at this moment.

Ye Linyuan looked at Pei Yuhan and said calmly, "I don't have a clan or sect. I am a concubine son of the Lin family of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty. My name is Lin Xuan Yan."

Five hundred years ago, he had already thought of many ways to prevent misfortune, and this identity had been devised five hundred years ago. At this point, the reigning Ye Linyuan was dead, and the one who lived was the white-clothed young man named Lin Xuanyan.

Pei Yuhan looked at him and suddenly said, "Are you willing to follow me and pursue the Way of the Sword?

Lin Xuan Yan was shocked in his heart and thought, "Is his first disciple, taking disciples so casually? At that moment, the middle-aged man from the Yin Yang Pavilion let out a string of sharp laughter, "I didn't expect that the titular Fairy Pei would be so down and out now? Hahahaha, is your Sword Sect really unable to recruit anyone anymore? You want this kind of random person on the roadside?"

Pei Yuhan ignored his cynicism and asked Lin Xuan Yan once more, "Are you willing?

The man grinned and suddenly said, "This gentleman of the Lin family, don't be in a hurry to say yes. I am the Fourth Elder of the Yin Yang Pavilion, Ji Xiu. Although my strength is not outstanding, my position in the Yin Yang Pavilion is quite extraordinary.

Pei Yuhan's expression was stern and his gaze was like a sword. The elder who called himself Ji Xiu laughed and said, "What's wrong, fairy Pei is not happy, I, Ji Xiu, want to steal someone from you.

Ji Xiu continued, "You wouldn't be unaware of the status of my Yin Yang Pavilion in the Xuan Yuan Dynasty, would you? Now that this Fairy Pei's clan has long since fallen into decline, it is difficult to support her alone, and regardless of your talent, good or bad roots, entering the Sword Sect is an extremely poor choice.''

Pei Yuhan said coldly, "Ji Xiu, do you really think I don't dare to kill you.

Ji Xiu stretched out his neck with a cold laugh. In his mind, no young man in the Xuan Yuan Dynasty could resist the temptation of becoming a disciple of the Yin Yang Pavilion.

Pei Yuhan stood with her sword retracted, looking at Lin Xuan Yan, she herself had lost her confidence and only let out a weak, inaudible sigh.

Just as she was about to ride her sword away, Lin Xuan Yan suddenly looked at her and slowly spoke, "I will go with you.

Pei Yuhan's torso shook as she looked at him in disbelief.

Ji Xiu even stared at him with wide eyes, looking at him with a look of madness and idiocy, as if this was the most unthinkable thing in the world. He was so angry that his face twisted a little, and he couldn't help but laugh, "Do you know what you've missed?

He laughed coldly again, "It's true that the Sword Sect is destined for death. Next time we meet I will cut you up with my own hands!"

Lin Xuan Yan ignored him, he slowly walked to Pei Yuhan's side, at this moment his teenage figure's height could only reach Pei Yuhan's shoulder, the young girl who was once often pampered by himself and rubbed her head was actually taller than himself at this moment, he suddenly felt so uncomfortable.

He looked at Pei Yuhan and said, "Take me to the Sword Sect."

...

The Cold Palace Sword Sect is located at the southern end of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty, built on the Returning Snow Peak, near the Moon Sea.

This world is called the Qiong Ming Realm and is roughly divided into four powers, the first of which is the Xuan Yuan Imperial Dynasty.

To the south, 90,000 miles of the Moon Sea bypasses the city of Lost Day, which is the residence of the Silver Moon Clan elves.

The Northern Realm, which has been cut up and mixed by the three great demon races and has no peace.

There is also the Floating Island, which is above the mortal world and gathers the largest number of ascended beings from the Nine Realms and above.

And the Cold Palace Sword Sect, which was established by Pei Yohan, was one of the six great sects of the Xuan Yuan Imperial Dynasty.

Pei Yuhan did not say much as he led Lin Xuanyan on his way by sword, but only gave him some general information about the clan and the matters that needed attention. It was simple and trivial.

The Cold Palace Sword Sect was very large, but when he entered the sect, he could only feel the bleakness.

Although Pei Yuhan had already given him a lot of protection, his frail body was still exposed to the wind and cold. Suddenly he remembered that he had also taken her on a sword ride like this back then, but he was not as meticulous as Pei Yuhan, and he had frozen Pei Yuhan to the bone all the way down, but the little girl was still extraordinarily stubborn and did not say a word along the way.

Thinking of these old memories, he could not help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

A sword light landed in front of the cold palace, clear and stunning. Pei Yuhan sheathed his sword. Lin Xuan Yan tilted his head, his gaze slowly moving upwards, until he landed on those two large green-blue characters carved in cold jade: Cold Sword.

The beautiful girl, who was the leader of the sword dao in the Xuan Yuan Dynasty, looked at Lin Xuan Yan and slowly said, "I don't know why you want to follow me in sword training. Perhaps it is because you love the sword, or perhaps it was just an impulsive and ill-considered move. But whatever the reason, as long as you follow me through this door, you will be my disciple from now on. Your life will be tied to the sword and you will become one. Are you willing?"

Lin Xuan Yan looked at her quietly, hesitating a little.

Pei Yuhan sighed slightly and patted him on the shoulder: "It is indeed too difficult for you to make such a hasty decision so soon, it is my fault and I do not blame you.

Lin Xuan Yan shook his head: "It's not because of that.

Pei Yuhan's long and slender beauty frowned slightly as she waited for him to continue.

Lin Xuan Yan scratched his head for no apparent reason, surprisingly stammering, "I am willing to pursue the sword path, but ... can I not call you Master?

The girl who once pestered him to call him master, now he has to call her master in turn, he still has a hard time adapting.

Pei Yuhan was puzzled: "Why?

Lin Xuan Yan quickly made up an excuse: "I once had a master who taught me to read and write, but he passed away a year ago. I have great respect for my master and I don't want to find another one anytime soon.

Pei Yuhan looked at the corners of his eyes, two pairs of clear, good-looking eyes locked, and she seemed to be discerning whether Lin Xuan Yan had lied. It was only after a moment that she said quietly, "My condolences."

With that, she turned around and took up Lin Xuan Yan's sleeve and walked into the cold palace. Lin Xuan Yan lifted his feet and crossed the not-so-high threshold.

For most ordinary people, the first realm was something they would never be able to cross in their entire lives. It was a rift between heaven and earth. But in his eyes at this moment, it was just a short threshold.

Pei Yuhan did not notice the change in him.

When they entered the Cold Jade Palace, a pair of young boys and girls in plain clothes and sword robes, with a heroic aura, walked up to Pei Yuhan and bowed: "Greetings, Master.

These were the only two disciples left in this huge Cold Palace Sword Sect.

Pei Yuhan briefly introduced them, "His name is Zhao Nian, he is your second senior brother. Her name is Yu Xiaotang, she is your first senior sister. You are the third disciple of the Cold Palace.''

Lin Xuan Yan was silent for a moment and said, "I have not yet acknowledged you as my master."

As the young man named Zhao Nian was about to speak, the young girl with clear eyes, Yu Xiaotang, said angrily, "What? You despise the Sword Sect? Do you want to practise those devils' ways too? Then don't come, there's a bright future out there.

Lin Xuan Yan looked at the young girl with her cheeks puffed out in anger, feeling very much like the Yuhan of his day.

Pei Yuhan broke the awkwardness and said softly, "His name is Lin Xuan Yan. He doesn't call me Master because he has other reasons for not calling me Master, not because he has any heretical views on the Sword Sect. From now on, you should get along well and don't bully him. By the way, Xuan Yan, come with me into the main hall later and I will give you a talk on the initiation technique.

During the conversation, a plain white velvet sheet drifted down from the grey sky.

The autumn breeze dispersed and the forest was pale and yellow. It was the first flakes of snow in early winter.

Yu Xiaotang smiled and spread out her palms, biting her lip to catch the flake, which faded away in an instant, but she still said joyfully, "It's snowing, it's snowing!

More and more snowflakes fell from the leaden grey clouds, rustling and drifting towards the mountains and hills. Zhao Nian looked at the snowflakes in the sky and murmured, "It's the winter solstice.

Pei Yuhan and Lin Xuan Yan looked at the snowy sky and both seemed to be thinking about something from the past, and both were silent.

That winter ... Lin Xuan Yan suddenly smiled as he spread his palms. The snowflakes fell between his palms. He closed his ten fingers and held the snow.

At this moment, he stepped into the second realm of the Sword Dao.

"The Sword Dao, like the other Dao, is divided into nine realms, each of the three realms being a threshold. When you reach the seventh realm or above you can enter the floating island that is high above. Above the nine realms is the Realm of Transformation. The realm I am in right now is the Realm of Transformation. The Realm of Transformation is the true realm of the great masters, a supreme existence that can start a sect no matter where it is placed. But Pei Yuhan was extremely calm when she said this, not in a modest way, but in a truly calm way.

"Above the Realm of Transformation is the Tong Sheng." Here she paused. She added, "My master is a sword practitioner at the peak of the Tong Sheng.

She was still very calm when she said this. But Lin Xuan Yan could tell that she was pretending to be calm. Lin Xuan Yan deliberately asked, "May I ask where your master is now?

Pei Yuhan looked at him with a very strange look. There was a faint hint of pride in her tone: "The whole world knows that my master is Ye Linyuan. The most genius sword cultivator who had straddled the entire continent five hundred years ago.

Lin Xuan Yan shook his head and said, "I was born in an ugly and secluded place. So I don't know."

Pei Yuhan simply said, "Master is the person I respect the most.

Lin Xuan Yan found it amusing and cute. He was very much like telling her now that he was your most revered master lord - Ye Linyuan. And then rub her head dotingly like he did before.

But for many considerations, his slightly moving fingers retracted.

Pei Yuhan looked at Lin Xuan Yan and said, "Now I'll pass on the Cold Palace Introductory Sword Technique tips to you. You have to write it down at once."

"Hmm. Okay."

Pei Yuhan continued, "It's easy to memorise the instructions. But it is extremely difficult to get past the threshold and really master it. If you can't enter the first realm in two months' time, then you'll have no chance in the sword dao. Whether you stay or leave is up to you.