In the surrounding area of Qiyun Mountain Range, countless cultivators have gathered.
At this moment, all these cultivators are looking up towards the distant battlefield in the sky, above their heads, countless flying swords are soaring through the air towards the direction of the battlefield, creating a spectacular scene.
On the rooftop of a house, a young Sword Cultivator is gripping his treasured sword, looking far into the distance at the battlefield, suddenly he laughs freely, releasing his grip on the sword, and says aloud: "I may never have the qualifications to partake in such a battle in my lifetime, but my sword can be considered part of it, go on."
The sword whistles through the air, swiftly darting away, his face full of joy, as if proud to be part of it.
As a Sword Cultivator, witnessing such a battle, what more could one ask for? If he wins, the sword breaks, what does it matter; if he loses, the sword breaks, what does it matter.
