Far in the distance, a giant city wall stretched across the horizon.
It was impossible to see the end.
At the center, rising above the city, was a massive black mountain.
A single enormous sword stood embedded in its peak.
Zhao Wen stopped walking.
"That's the Tang Sword Mountain."
Mo Yuxin looked at it.
The sword was enormous.
Even from this distance, she could feel the terrifying sharpness contained within it.
But she also noticed something else.
The sword's aura was old.
Very old.
Yet it was stable.
It did not leak power.
It did not threaten the surrounding people.
It simply existed.
Su Yubing quietly said, "Interesting."
Mo Yuxin nodded.
"Very."
Zhao Wen continued explaining.
"The sword on the mountain is called the Southern Heaven Sword. Nobody knows exactly who left it there. The Tang Sword Sect has guarded it for generations. Only their strongest sword cultivators are allowed to approach it."
Mo Yuxin stared at the mountain.
"Can anyone enter?"
