Mount Xi seemed like a natural Sword-Locking Talisman designed specifically for sword cultivators.

This sword immortal, known as the Little White Emperor, possessed a third Natal Flying Sword named Void Skiff, also known as Autumn Cicada.

Only Cao Ci and Yu Juanfu, as pure martial artists, had only their martial realms to speak of – one at the Returning to Truth peak of the Limit State, and the other at the Mountain Peak realm bottleneck, in a state of almost, but not quite, breaking through.

Beyond that, there was little more to say about the two of them.

Within the starry sky, a wizened old man and a young cultivator were gazing down upon the desolate wilderness.

They were none other than Yu Xuan, a talisman expert of the Dao Confluence Star River, and the Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis.

Before the young cultivator, wisps of green smoke curled upward once more, as if incense were burning before his eyes.

Yu Xuan marveled, “Senior, the incense is flourishing, the auspicious signs are rather alarming.”

Previously, five sword cultivators from the Great Wall of Sword Qi had successively paid respects to the Master of Three Mountains and Nine Marquis.

They possessed both the lineage of the Literary Saint and the Five Colors World, especially Ning Yao, who was the paramount figure of an entire world.

And now, this group of nine young individuals included Cao Ci, a martial artist from the Great End Dynasty, two direct disciples from White Emperor City, and someone from the Azure God Mountain lineage.

Representing the lineage of the Confucian Sub-Sage, the Celestial Master’s Mansion of Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Broken Mountain Temple of the Central Earth, and the ancestral home of the Military Strategists of the Central Earth.

Confucianism, Buddhism, Daoism, and even the Military School were all represented.

A smile flickered across the young cultivator’s face, not because of the increased incense, but because he was surprised that two groups of young individuals had paid their respects in such a short span of time.

If coupled with the talismans held by both groups as they traversed the wilderness, it would create immeasurable and profound effects on the trends of several worlds.

Yu Xuan said, “It seems we must also credit that little friend Chen.”

The young cultivator hesitated before nodding slightly.

Yu Xuan stroked his beard with a knowing smile, for this nod from his senior was no simple matter.

Earlier, Yu Xuan had deliberately and subtly inquired whether a flourishing orchid should be eliminated.

The young cultivator had not provided an answer at the time.

Beneath a round, bright moon.

Ning Yao, Qi Tingji, Lu Zhi, and Hao Su, relying on the Moon-Chasing Talisman, ascended together, standing upon the silent, desolate ruins of ancient times.

Of the three moons of the past wilderness, the one named Jade Hook, the cultivation ground of the Lotus Nun, had already been dragged by Dong Sangeng to crash into the human world.

The cultivation ground of Sheyue was named Toad Palace.

And this central moon, named Golden Mirror, was the only one with the alternate name “Bright Radiance.”

Ning Yao glanced at the sky and said, “I will be responsible for clearing the path with my sword and dealing with any unforeseen circumstances.”

Executioner Hao Su would use the divine ability of his Natal Flying Sword to temporarily “Taoize” this moon.

Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi would be responsible for thrusting and pushing their swords together in the same direction.