The ancient path is desolate, fallen leaves are swirling, resembling a long scroll of time.
Dozens of figures arrived here, naturally led by the Scarlet Swordsman, accompanied by a blind young man who appeared somewhat nervous at the moment.
Because after the Blood Sacrifice Array, he never heard his father's voice again.
"They say this is the most powerful sect on the Heaven Martial Continent," said a middle-aged Sword Saint gazing at the Wuji Sect.
They, of course, were travelers.
The reason they came here was simply to find a resting place to carry out the next plan.
"Most powerful, but it doesn't seem that strong," whispered a Sword Saint beside him.
"It's good enough; the old world's practitioners cannot compare with the Heavens."
"Scarlet?" Several people looked at the Scarlet Swordsman.
They saw him silent, eyes vacant, looking in the direction of the Qingfeng lineage, lost in thought...
