The ancestor of the Litian Sword Sect looked at the group of disciples filled with righteous indignation, his expression wavered slightly,
He seemed to recall the time when he led the Litian Sword Sect to glory with high spirits, rising from an obscure sect in the Spirit Realm Eastern Domain to where they are today.
Not so long ago.
He was also a man who swore to conquer the heavens.
But.
As his age changed and the world fickle, his cultivation stalled at the late stage of the Sage Realm, with no hope of any breakthrough even now.
During this time, he had witnessed countless geniuses rise and fall like a fleeting flower within the sect.
All these years.
He has struggled to protect the Litian Sword Sect, repelling numerous powerful enemies.
But his cultivation has ultimately stagnated, and the internal injuries from battles years ago often flare up, leaving his body almost completely worn out.
By now.
