In front of the Sword Peak, Ye Futian sat cross-legged. There were no longer any cultivators on the nine stone platforms.
With Ye Futian present, no one was qualified to step onto the stone platforms to cultivate. Everything that had occurred caused the other cultivators to know their limits. Getting on a stone platform to cultivate would just be embarrassing themselves.
Many people had left before this. Yet, many stayed behind and watched Ye Futian cultivate.
As time passed by slowly, they saw the Sword Peak light up once again with brilliant light. The nine swords circled Ye Futian, and an illusory figure could faintly be seen practicing his swordplay on the Sword Peak. However, this all appeared somewhat ethereal and did not seem real.
Right now, Ye Futian's eyes were tightly shut. He was resonating with the Sword Peak. The Sword Will flowed over his body. It seemed as though the Sword Will on his body was the Sword Will flowing over the Sword Peak.
