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

At the Heavenly Peak of the Pure White Mountain, white paper fluttered in the air.


Several ethereal figures appeared above the clouds.


Jing San, Mo Si… a group of Venerable Wu Gou hovered in the void.


Everyone took Jing San as the leader, dispersing and forming a posture reminiscent of the stars settling, exuding an ancient and long-standing array aura.


The Southern Border Land cracked open, the Earth Abyss shattered, continually absorbing the surrounding mountains…


Obviously, that unique "Great Creation" had already ended, falling into someone's hands.


"The White Paper Cave Heaven is about to converge."


Jing San spoke calmly, "Everyone, are you all prepared?"


This question was asked on behalf of the Daoist Master.


Jing San's voice fell upon the Pure White Mountain, echoing between heaven and earth.


Chapter 13: Finale