The sword is the only thing in my heart

A familiar memory suddenly appeared in PEI Ling's mind.

The mountain peak!

A bare, barren peak, filled with countless flying swords, stood in the middle of the vast sea of clouds. It was not tall, but countless sword wills interwove and rose, shooting straight into the sky.

He was wearing a simple robe and a pair of straw sandals as he trudged through the mountain.

The material of the robe was originally very resistant to wear and tear, but at this moment, it was full of sword marks and holes, almost ragged. Even the flesh under the robe had been cut and bleeding. The bamboo crown that bound his hair had long fallen off, and his long hair was disheveled. He looked miserable, and pain came from all over his body.

With every step he took, there would be a blood stain.

Looking back at the bottom of the lone Peak, blood was flowing everywhere.