As the evening sky darkened, the group of cultivators gradually dispersed, leaving the once-crowded Burning Heaven Summit deserted and silent.
The air still hummed with the lingering echoes of heated battles and fervent discussions.
Soon, word of the incredible duel would spread like wildfire across Clear Water City—how Xiao Ming, the white-robed swordsman, displayed unmatched battle prowess, and how he utterly defeated Xiong Yan.
Yet, while rumors would soon swirl in every tavern and alley, Xiao Ming—the man at the heart of it all—found himself in an entirely different predicament.
He stood at the Burning Heaven Summit, a place of legend and peril. From afar, it seemed like an ordinary mountain peak.
But upon closer inspection, it was clear that this summit was no ordinary place.
It was an isolated dimension, a world of its own.