A group of people came to the location of the sword spirit in a grand procession, and Yang Zhen suddenly felt a bit of regret.
The mountains and fields were filled with fierce sword qi everywhere, as if someone was performing the 'Myriad Swords to the Ancestral Point' atop the mountain. Was this even a place for humans to stay?
It was nearly taking his life!
Deep in the thick forests, lush and verdant, there were patches of miasma everywhere, the terrain was slippery and difficult to traverse—Yang Zhen suspected that landslides could happen here at any moment!
Although the environment wasn't great, there were plenty of people. Along the way, practitioners of various attire, classified by their cultivation strength, were camped in layers, barricading the mountaintop so tightly there was no way through.
