True Martial Mountain.
One by one, the disciples looked with amazement at the towering Inheritance Sword Tower before them. It had just been dug out from the Inquiring Sword Pavilion, and the soil still carried a fresh scent. To minimize embarrassment, the two Celestial Human Realm Elders of the Inquiring Sword Pavilion traveled by night, avoiding many cities along the way.
The Inheritance Sword Tower, standing three hundred and thirty-three zhang tall, was quite majestic, with the occasional ripple of Sword Dao sentiments and sharpness, filling sword practitioners with yearning.
It held the essence of a millennium of accumulation and the Sword Dao legacies of many top swordsmen.
If one could ignore the wooden blackened faces of the two elders from the Inquiring Sword Pavilion, it would be even more perfect.
Ning Qi looked at the Sword Tower with some anticipation in his eyes.
To him, it was a good resource for advancement; the only pity was that it only contained Sword Dao.
