Chen Qiu, accompanied by Fat Long, walked along the mountain path all the way to the Mountain Gate of Chao Tian Sect. Along the way, other cultivators entering the Secret Realm looked at each other cautiously. As a rule, "trial" type Secret Realms generally posed little danger to life.
Just confidently take on your trial.
But you can't stand those who have itchy hands.
They just have to stab you.
Stepping through the Mountain Gate, what came into view was a vast expanse of ruins and magnificent buildings, covered in moss, while a decaying scent wafted through the air. Behind the Mountain Gate was a copper bell that stood ten zhang high.
Etched upon the bell were lines filled with the Sword Intent of looking down upon the world.
"The first round, sever worldly ties."
"Pass this round, and you may become a menial Disciple of Chao Tian Sect; only then does the path of the Sword Cultivator truly begin."
