After tidying up, Huangfu Yi continued forward, following the mountain path into the valley. Along the way, he saw bloodstains everywhere, sword marks at every step, countless dry bones, and innumerable broken blades. A single glance couldn't determine how many battles had taken place on this narrow path or how many swords had been broken.
Walking through the ravine and entering the inner mountain, he looked up to see barren mountains and bald rocks, sword lights glittering coldly with an air of murderous intent. Not to mention not seeing a single living person, there weren't even any plants or houses left, only nine solitary peaks, with sword auras piercing the heavens. Within the boundless sword array, nine-colored sword lights shot skyward, as if piercing the very fabric of Qiankun.
