As far as he knew, there were quite a few factions that wanted to strike from the shadows.
They didn't care if there would be a great calamity.
In any case, it would pass eventually.
If they could take the opportunity to eliminate a few elite seedlings of the Tao Furnace Realm, that would be all the better.
The sword heart trembled slightly.
The voice of Wei Qingye came from within:
"It's fine."
"Only the magical obstruction here seems endless."
"And it even originates from a transformed great sun; I truly wonder what that bunch of bald-headed monks from the Buddhist Sect are doing, seeing their own lineage facing such a problem, yet not coming to manage it."
His voice was still steady, but it carried a hint of weariness.
He was clearly quite exhausted.
Sword cultivators, after all.
Though the sword cultivators of the Celestial Vein Sword Mountain were not ordinary sword cultivators, they still couldn't avoid the common pitfalls of sword cultivators.
