The tens of thousands of universes have merged. The disintegration of Spiritual Force led to the momentous collapse of the great Cultivation World, a mighty era that had endured through millions of years of history. In the wake of the large-scale invasion of the Wilderness, the Avalon of Five Elements has become the practitioners’ last stand. After a thousand years, a lowly youth, who hailed from the Old Territory, toiled as a laborer for three years in the depths of the Wilderness. He then became an exception and obtained the opportunity to enter the Avalon Of Five Elements for further studies. Bearing beast-like fighting capabilities and driven by the desire to take control of his life, the youth strived for greater strength and power. Little did he know that he would set off a majestic upheaval.
As the sword chimes rang, Ai Hui sensed his surroundings.
The originally indistinct sword mist formed sword rays. As each sword ray solidified, a chime followed after. It was similar to how a chick cracked its shell and made its first chirp.
The clear, melodious chimes weren't exactly forceful. Instead, they were like fine rays of sunlight that pierced through the cloud layer. Joy sprouted within Ai Hui as he witnessed this.
The mist around him raged while the incessant chimes penetrated it. Fine green sword rays bored through the mist endlessly. Upon a closer look, one would notice that they were in all different kinds of shapes, none mirroring another. Some were like needles, hooks, willow tree leaves, and eyebrows, while others were like metal stones, sturdy mountains, and light smoke.
Ai Hui's state of mind was turbulent from the uninterrupted sword chimes, accumulating indescribable emotions within.
How bumpy was this road of cultivation?