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

Defeating the White Ghost and touching the Dao Stele, no matter how many times, he could do it.


But to fight Xuan Ming evenly and obtain the Dao Stele's recognition.


This matter indeed involved an element of luck. Without the Undying Spring, he almost couldn't become the master of the "Primordial Swallowing Sacred Realm".


"There is no luck on the path of cultivation."


Ye Zhu also shook his head: "This creation is what you deserve."


Though he didn't ask what the Ultimate Creation of the Secret Tomb was.


Yet Ye Zhu had already understood in his heart.


All of this now is driven by fate——


Even if Zhou Ceng wasn't injured in the Secret Tomb.


I'm afraid, ultimately this creation could only go to Xie Xuanyi, Xie Xuanyi deserves it!


Ye Zhu turned his head to gaze afar, slowly asking: "Next, are you going to declare war on that mountain?"


In the distance, was the towering Pure White Mountain.


Chapter 12: Start of War_2