Swish!
Three people flew down to the bottom of the cliff.
Below the cliff, more than twenty people had already gathered. These people were in different positions and kept a distance from one another.
Some were sitting cross-legged, seemingly in deep contemplation.
Some were seriously studying the sword scars on the cliff wall.
Arriving here, they could observe more closely. On the massive cliff wall, there was a slanted sword scar, over a hundred meters long, deeply etched into the cliff face, exuding an ancient aura, its origin unknown to time.
A profound and mysterious sword intent permeated the air.
Marshall Morgan stared intently at the sword scar.
Suddenly, the sword scar dramatically magnified in Marshall Morgan's eyes, and in the next moment, the entire world changed.
The world transformed into a battlefield, the battle cries echoing through the heavens.
