Atop Cloud Conceal Peak, beside an exquisite pavilion, the surroundings were empty and boundless, a vast and hazy expanse that spoke to the pavilion's proud, solitary, and extraordinary status.
The pavilion itself did not seem particularly grand, but it emanated a vast and powerful aura. It was so tall that it seemed to pierce straight into the clouds.
Jian Chunqiu was lying by a banyan tree, just as he always did. Golden rays of sunlight slowly streamed down, and his eyes were slightly narrowed with a hint of laziness. His longsword, propped against a rock beside him, was emitting faint wisps of white mist.
'This Sword Forest really gets more difficult the deeper you go,' he sighed softly. 'Thirteen years have passed, and I still haven't made an inch of progress. To think I've been stuck on this 6th Layer for so long, in the blink of an eye.'
