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 miasma of the South Border spread endlessly.


At the peak of a small mountain near the Earth Abyss, dazzling white formation light rose, and the survivors rested temporarily within the mountain's formation. In this demon-cleansing battle, the Holy Land Families suffered heavy losses, and the treasure ships from the Imperial City were completely sunken. The Three Great Sects' night raids caused nearly half of the seven Zhanjiao Mountains to suffer casualties.


However, to reach this outcome was already a fortune amidst misfortune.


Everyone sent Divine Soul Orders to the main sect.


The miasma that enveloped the Southern Border Land had not dispersed. Not far, the towering and majestic Pure White Mountain loomed like a shadow, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.


An elder of Qiantian Palace cautiously asked.


Chapter 12 The Beginning of War