That night, the moon was dark, and the wind was high, the perfect time for stealth and concealment.

David quietly left the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, without alerting anyone, even leaving behind his beloved little fire unicorn.

He transformed into a barely perceptible, faint blue shadow, as if blending into the night wind, pushing his spatial escape technique to its limit, speeding towards the Ten Thousand Swords Mountains, which stood alongside the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains and the Crimson Blood Plains.

His speed far exceeded the imagination of ordinary Celestial Immortal cultivators; space seemed to shrink beneath his feet, mountains and rivers rushing past.

Several days later, the outline of a magnificent, towering mountain range appeared on the horizon.

Completely different from the vast and ancient Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains and the bloody and gloomy Crimson Blood Plains, the Ten Thousand Swords Mountains gave the first impression of extreme sharpness and aloofness.

Rising abruptly from the ground, the mountains were steep and precipitous, resembling countless giant swords thrust upside down into the earth, piercing the clouds. A chilling sword aura seemed to linger, causing the clouds above the mountains to be sliced into thin strands by an invisible force.

Even before approaching, one could feel the faint yet pervasive sharpness in the air; ordinary cultivators here would likely find even breathing painful.

area of the Xuantian Sword Sect, but instead stopped at a sizable market town on

cultivators to trade and gather information under

of bluestone, with sharp angles, exuding the simplicity and coldness unique to

constant stream of people came and went, most of them longsword cultivators, their steps steady, their eyes sharp. When they spoke, their voices were not loud, but their words

and blood fluctuations to a minimum, revealing only the ordinary aura of someone at the seventh rank

a typical rogue

into the crowd of people in

the market seemingly casually, his eyes scanning the shops and stalls on both sides, but his ears were like the most sophisticated radar, capturing fragments of sound from all directions and filtering out

small spirit stone vein in Black Wind Gorge was harassed again by those bas***s from the Myriad Souls Demon Sect! This time it was even worse; they destroyed several of our main

cowardly rats are getting more and more arrogant! They must be

said they’ve been very active on the edge of the Crimson Blood Plains lately, gathering a large number of people and supplies, their murderous aura soaring. I wonder what kind of

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