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

Now it can no longer be called Yin Mountain.


Within a ten-mile radius, blood flows like a stream, and corpses pile up like mountains, with white bones densely forming a forest.


The sky is shrouded in dark clouds, with fine rain washing over the land, yet unable to cleanse the strong smell of blood emanating from the ground.


Seated cross-legged atop the flying sword is a figure in black robes.


Xie Xuanyi sits cross-legged, eyes closed, nurturing his spirit, adjusting his breath.


This great battle lasted the entire night.


After all, this was the main sect of Yin Mountain.


Chapter 50: Primordial Swallowing Divine Power