The Immortal Seven Area had a radius of dozens of miles, divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower. There were more than one thousand cultivators from seventy-six second to third rate sects stationed there.
Most of these more than a thousand cultivators felt a strong and imposing sword intent from the middle level and were very attracted to it.
When they reached the middle level, all that they could see was the brilliant golden light. The sword light of the Western Continent Holy One was powerful but not tyrannical. They were bathed in it like cold springs, which made people chilly and refreshed.
"What sword strike is this?"
Swords were lethal weapons. The more brilliant and dazzling the sword strike was, the more dangerous it was. However, what they saw and felt in person were quite different from common sense. Soon, there were cultivators who could not help but feel confused.
"Could it be that this is a rescue sword?"
