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 this moment, the gigantic wall collapsed.


Fruits of the Dao and rare treasures manifested amidst the mist.


Besides these, ancient puppets crafted in eras long past also emerged in the mist.


Over a dozen puppets, each possessing the physique of the Yin God Realm.


At this moment, the sound of thunder echoed, and these puppets rose amidst the smoke and dust, looking towards the Holy Hall—


The puppets, after shaking off the dust, solemnly knelt and bowed!


He turned his head following the direction of the puppets' bowing, gazing at the Holy Hall in the void.


The radiance of the Dao Stele flickered and spread like ripples—


The next moment it abruptly contracted!


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