Immortal Dao Conferences always made Wang Sheng feel a small sense of regret.0

He had served as a referee in the first one, and he was stuck in the Small Nether Realm during the second and third. Now, he had lost the chance to compete and could only sit on the special viewing platform beside the main stage.0

Still, it wasn't a great tragedy. Life was bound to have a few imperfections. Even Mu Wanxuan could only speak two words at a time. Yet in his eyes, that way of speaking had its own sort of charm.0

When the grand tournament of the Immortal Dao Conference ended, a series of follow-up events awaited: discussions on the Dao, lectures, and cultural performances. However, Qing Yanzi had already left Mount Hua with Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan to find a base for the Pure Yang Sword Faction—a matter that had drawn the attention of cultivators across the land.0

With the map that Mou Yue had provided, their search went far more smoothly. After inspecting three or four potential locations, they quickly decided to settle down on a nameless peak southwest of the Hua Republic. It was only a hundred li northeast of the Heavenly...0