The monster’s spit caused Wei Yuan only a momentary sting and another patch of scorched earth in the Great Realm.

Unfazed, Wei Yuan had the faceless warriors hold off the guardians surging toward him like a tidal wave, while he descended underground. Moments later, he brought the entire miniature world crashing down.

The scene before him shifted once more, and Wei Yuan found himself standing on a square paved with white jade. Standing in the center was a swordsman clad in coarse cloth. His hair was disheveled, and his beard was unshaven for who knows how long. He wielded a sword that was nine chi wide and as thick as a door panel.

The moment Wei Yuan appeared, the swordsman slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of pupils with sword qi swirling within them!

Wei Yuan’s hair stood on end instantly; he knew in that moment that he had encountered a formidable foe! 

Without a word, he shot an immortal sword into the sky. A flash of white light filled the air, and Pure White’s sword intent enveloped the entire area.

Then, Wei Yuan pointed at the swordsmen and sent over a hundred immortal swords flying toward the swordsman like a flock of birds. The swords were of every quality imaginable—some were White Drizzle, some were Fake Suns, some were Worries, and more.

Suddenly, a figure holding a sword appeared above the swordsman’s head. The Avatar wore simple robes and was barefooted. His figure was indistinct, but that was because all of his radiance and splendor were concentrated upon his sword!

The swordsman raised his broadsword and slowly traced a circle in the air. His movements appeared slow but were in fact swift; before Wei Yuan’s swarm of immortal swords had even reached halfway, the circle was already complete. All one hundred or so immortal swords...