The cold wind was biting, high peaks rose on all sides.
Compared to the serene scene within the Heavenly Dao Sect,
the Sword Sect, wrapped in a barrier of spiritual energy, gave Xu Yuan a first impression of danger and oddity.
Two sword-like steep mountains stood opposite each other, shrouded in circling blue smoke and white mist, like chains or sheaths hiding the peaks, which looked more like giant swords than mountains.
Above the peaks, sword qi crisscrossed ceaselessly, exuding a sharpness that was piercing to the soul.
Xu Yuan knew that these two mountains were the Yin and Yang Twin Veins of the Sword Sect.
Rumor had it that these peaks were created by a great cultivator with inconceivable power, reaching millions of zhang high; disciples of the Sword Peak lived there, with their living places arranged from the highest to the lowest according to their cultivation levels.
Between the two Sword Peaks was a palace made of Liuli, which seemed transparent and crystalline.
