The Seven Swords of the abyss

That night, Ling Chuxi slept exceptionally well and at peace.

The next day, Ling Chuxi was not in a hurry to go to Luo Qiu city. Su Yanhua and the others had yet to fully recover from their injuries, and there were still some things she needed to understand.

Whether it was the Luo Chen sword refined with profound Dawn Gold or the innate Qi She had just grasped, they both gave her a completely different feeling, completely different from the realm of true essence. If she didn't properly comprehend it, she simply wouldn't be able to display its true power.

Not far from where they set up camp was the peak of the mountains. Looking into the distance, thousands of peaks seemed to submit to their feet. It was majestic and full of spiritual energy, which was the best place to cultivate.