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

Then the flesh-and-blood flower blossoming from White Ghost's chest is like a demonic moon, illuminating the dark and shadowy area he stands in with a ghastly white radiance...


Mo Taoist and Joyful Zen Master were shocked.


They had thought it was just the "Life Breath" emitted by a Spiritual Treasure...


Reaching this level of cultivation, it was normal to have a few hidden trump cards.


But the fact that White Ghost possessed the Undying Spring was terrifying news!


A faint self-mocking smile appeared on White Ghost's face as he calmly said, "This is not the real Undying Spring, just a wisp of its vapor... Though it can't revive the dead as the legends say... It's enough to turn the tide of this battle."


A tremendous killing intent surged in Wu Zhexian's eyes.


Before his voice fell, he stepped forward.


Chapter 61 Sacred Body