Wrestling Panda

"Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!"
Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the "Undying Spring," he unexpectedly welcomed a second life.
Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited.
A single ember can set the fields ablaze.
Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age!
In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones!
If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven!
"Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—"
Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees.
"Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?"

Remould the Glory of Sword Art

The old monk holding his junior brother lifted his head, his gaze passing over the dense forest and looking toward the Red Mountain Summit, where the tower's spire gathered golden light.


The Buddha's son who overlooked all living beings stared at the Buddha Sound Forest and spoke slowly: "...return to your Golden Light Array."


Fa Yan remained unmoved, his eyes met with the Buddha's son standing at the highest point, his expression revealing incomprehension.


At this moment, Fa Li's voice rang out.


He sat up straight again, enduring the intense pain, and spoke in a gentle voice: "Senior Brother, I am unharmed... Every bite and sip is predestined by heaven. Do not blame Donor Xie for today's events, nor do anything foolish."


Fa Li slowly adjusted his direction and bowed to the young man in black not far away.


Chapter 39 Uprooting the Formation_2