Slowly

Above the sky!

Gu Chenxian stood with his hands behind his back, slowly moving forward.

He surveyed the mountains and rivers below, a hint of sadness appearing on his face.

He couldn't remember how many years it had been, only that it was when he was first expelled to the Lower Realm!

The first stop he made was this True Domain.

At that time, he was severely injured, unable to move freely, and even unable to take care of himself.

A small Sect took him in.

That small Sect didn't have many people; the Sect Master and his Disciple, plus him, totaled only a dozen or so.

Though the Sect was small, it was very warm.

There was no scheming or power struggles, only mutual help.

Later, he himself became a member of the Sect.

The Junior Sister's cleverness and lively cuteness, the Senior Brother's honest simplicity, and the Master's benevolent heart—each brought him a different feeling.

And then later!

Once his strength had somewhat recovered, with his secret help, the Sect developed very rapidly.

The original small Sect gradually became a well-known large Sect in the area.

Later still, in order to recover his strength more quickly, he spent more and more time away.

From ten years, to a hundred years, to a thousand years!

But no matter how long the time.

The Sect's camaraderie always remained.

That feeling never changed.

He thought this situation would continue until his strength recovered to a certain extent, and then he would bring them to the Upper Realm.

He thought that even if they hadn't met for thousands of years, that bond between them would always exist.

Who would have thought!

After another thousand-year separation, the Sect was gone!

The Junior Sister was gone, the Senior Brother was gone, and the Master was gone.

Time flew by, and the world changed.

Tens of thousands of years passed, and the faces of his Master and the others had already faded and blurred in his memory.

However, every time he came to the True Domain, a wave of sadness always permeated the depths of his heart.

Of course, after so many years, what needed to be let go had long since been let go.

His gaze turned towards the Divine Weapon Mountain Range.

This time, he wasn't here to mourn old friends, but to retrieve a sword he had left here tens of thousands of years ago!

The essence of fortune was crucial to Gu Chenxian!

Given the extraordinary methods displayed by that individual in the Void Domain, being able to Cultivate so many Disciples with Innate Dao Body must mean he is extraordinary.

Having gone through so many years, how could he make the mistake of underestimating them?

Therefore, this trip to the Void Domain to contend for the essence of fortune must be prepared for the worst.

And six-tenths of his abilities lay in the Dao of the Sword.

If he could wield Heavenly Question, it would undoubtedly greatly increase his chances of victory.

Unconsciously, Gu Chenxian had already arrived at the Void Realm not far from the Divine Weapon Mountain Range.

He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly gazing at the Sword Tomb within the Divine Weapon Mountain Range.

Even if someone flew past him, they would be completely unaware that such a figure stood in the Void Realm.

"It seems it still needs some time, but it's close."

His eyes moved slightly as he said faintly.

When he was struck down to the Lower Realm, Heavenly Question, as his destined sword, suffered severe damage along with him.

Later, when demons invaded, the entire True Domain was plunged into turmoil, and the Sect that had adopted him was also destroyed by the demons' claws.

In a fit of rage, he drew his sword and slew the demons.

Although this battle resulted in a great victory, Heavenly Question was even more severely damaged.

Helplessly, he could only bury it within the Sword Tomb.

Through the myriad Sword Intent of the Sword Tomb, he nourished Heavenly Question's wounds.

And now.

The time was almost here!

Just waiting for the moment Heavenly Question truly reappeared.

...

At this moment, Zhong Qing stood in another part of the Void Realm.

While watching the various forces of the True Domain take action, he also sensed the direction of his future precious Disciple through the System.

"This Sword Tomb seems to have a great attraction for him as well."

"It seems his purpose in coming to this True Domain is this Sword Tomb."

"This future Disciple of mine is no ordinary person; if I rashly propose to take him as a Disciple, the effect might not be as desired."

"I wonder what his current needs are; if I can provide him with some help..."

At this thought, Zhong Qing's eyes moved slightly.

He tilted his head and took a sip of wine, temporarily letting go of his anxious state of mind.

Chasing a Disciple.

One cannot be too loose, nor too tight.

It's like matters between men and women; one must pay attention to gradual progress.

This was his first time coming to the True Domain.

While experiencing the local customs of this True Domain, it would be best to figure out what exactly is hidden in this Sword Tomb.

Thinking of this, Zhong Qing's body moved, and he headed straight for the nearest city.

Of course, before that, Zhong Qing applied more than a dozen Restrictions to the Extreme Charm Body, ensuring that the influence of the Extreme Charm Body was minimized.

He had personally experienced the terrifying effects of the Extreme Charm Body.

Even Phoenix Aotian could fall victim.

Even a Saint-level Ye Ji could be subtly affected by the Extreme Charm Body, even when it was concealed.

He didn't want to go out and then be surrounded by men, women, and children, all madly obsessed with him.

Wanjian City!

This was the Saint Sword Sect's foremost grand city.

The city was immense, capable of accommodating tens of millions of people.

When Zhong Qing entered it, he immediately felt like he had entered a world of swords.

In the streets and alleys, there were practitioners carrying swords everywhere.

Even their clothes and accessories were related to swords.

Upon entering, one could feel a profound cultural atmosphere of the Dao of the Sword.

Zhong Qing's appearance frequently attracted the attention of many people.

Some pointed at him and discussed him animatedly.

For a moment, Zhong Qing's heart tightened, suspecting whether his Extreme Charm Body was still at work.

But after listening closely, he discovered that the truth of the matter was rather amusing.

"He has no sword!"

"In the True Domain, there's actually a man without a sword!"

"He's dressed so impeccably, how can he not have a sword?"

"He's probably a useless Spell Cultivator!"

...

The numerous discussions made Zhong Qing's mouth twitch slightly.

In the True Domain, not carrying a sword seemed to be an extremely shameful thing.

Just then!

A long sword was thrown from the crowd, floating directly in front of Zhong Qing.

"This is a Gentleman's Sword; I will gift it to Young Master."

"May Young Master treat it well!"

A clear voice, like a yellow oriole, came from the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and upon seeing who it was, their eyes lit up, revealing a hint of admiration.

Before their eyes stood a girl of sixteen or seventeen in the crowd.

She wore a plain white long dress, her skin like congealed cream, so delicate it seemed it could break with a touch; without any makeup, she possessed the delicate beauty of a lotus emerging from clear water.

She held a white long sword, with a pattern of birds soaring on its blade, giving her an impression of heroic spirit.

Her entire being was elegant and intelligent, slender and graceful, carrying a light, extraordinary spiritual charm, a typical example of innate grace and beauty.

Her large, jewel-like eyes quietly gazed at Zhong Qing, a benevolent smile on her face.

That smile revealed two small dimples, giving one a feeling like bathing in a spring breeze, as if it could smile its way into one's heart.