"Why hasn't there been any movement for so long?"0

"There! A fluctuation! He's heading to the third floor!"0

"And he's still only taking a few seconds each time... Fei Yu's sword intent is really something!"0

At the entrance to the Seventy-Two Swords, the group of the Shu Sword Sect disciples looked up blankly, watching the six elderly grandmasters still scaling the face of the cliff as if they were doing extreme rock climbing. The disciples were completely speechless…0

The young disciples naturally looked forward to the sect's Sword-Controlling Art. The grandmasters, who had waited for it their whole lives, had even deeper attachments and emotional investment. After all, hope had finally appeared—there was finally a chance to get their hands on the complete Sword-Controlling Art. 0

Although they managed to hold back their excitement for a while, as Wang Sheng steadily advanced through the stages, their hearts began to stir. Clinging to the cliff wall, they chatted with enthusiasm.0

Cultivating a Dao heart wasn't just about staying detached from worldly affairs. Some cultivators also pursued this kind of genuine nature and true self.0

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Wang Sheng had already stepped into the third floor. Just as before, he used...0