At this moment, within the Valley of Hidden Swords.
There was a cave, circular in shape, its walls pitch black.
But inside the cave was an entirely different scene.
On the ground, many swords were planted.
All the swords were connected by iron chains.
If one looked closely, they would realize that any of these swords, if taken out, would drive the Martial World crazy.
But they were not the protagonists.
In the center, there was a pool of water, and in the middle of the pool, a vortex was slowly turning, appearing quite serene.
Sitting next to the pool was an old man with long hair, who looked to be of a great age, dressed in a white robe, very much the image of a master. He had been sitting with his eyes tightly closed, completely unmoved.
Suddenly, the iron swords planted in the ground began to shake, and, since they were linked together by chains, they started clanging loudly right at this moment.
