Ancient Mount Shu was a land steeped in legacy, revered above all for its unparalleled heritage in the Sword Dao. The sword arts that originated from this sacred ground were hailed as the pinnacle of excellence, their prestige unmatched throughout the realm.0

Lu Yuan was well aware of this. He knew with absolute clarity that the higher one ascended the mountain, the more profound and formidable the sword arts etched into each stele became.0

In his previous life, countless Awakened had journeyed to Ancient Mount Shu, sitting cross-legged before the steles for months—some even for years—until their bodies withered into nothing but bone. All in pursuit of a single, fleeting glimpse of enlightenment. Just one shred of insight was enough to illuminate their path of evolution.0

For many, even after attaining extraordinary powers, the road ahead remained obscured, veiled in mist and riddled with uncertainty.0

To move forward, an Awakened...0