The thirteenth Sword Conclave Mountain emitted a sword-based intent, heavier and sharper than the previous ones, each mountain releasing an increasingly sharper and heavier sword intent than the last.
This was one of the reasons why Kailen Darkhaven's absurd feat of breezing through the mountains was so perplexing to everyone—as the higher one climbed, the more impossibly difficult it became.
In the middle of one of the staircases of the 13th mountain, a lone figure stood, catching his breath.
His brown hair billowed in the wind, his sapphire-like eyes beaming with determination.
"I need to keep climbing."
Several memories of several people flashed through Lian Yu's mind.
For their sake, he had to keep climbing.
He had to become strong.
He was still too weak.
Their hopes, their dreams, had been passed on to him.
He had vowed to become one of the most powerful swordsmen in the empire in the near future.
