Southern Border, Divine Continent, Taolin Mountain.
Mysterious Emperor's Dreamland, the fifth act.
By now, Hong Yuan had confirmed his successful selection into the fourth stage of the Hundred Arts Tournament.
Before long, he would be able to enter the sixth act of the dream and, in one fell swoop, become a Master in the Human Race's Dream Tao!
「That night.」
The moonlight was as cool and clear as water.
Holding a cold sword, Hong Yuan leisurely wandered the Fifth Sword Peak among the nine great sword peaks of the Ye Clan.
It was an ancient peak that, from a distance, resembled a slanted, broken sword, emanating an aura of ages past. It had stood since ancient times, majestic and imposing.
Atop the mountain grew a large, crooked-necked ancient tree, its gnarled branches as strong as ancient pythons, so lush they concealed the sky, lending the place an air of pure, otherworldly serenity. Yet, this only amplified its desolation!
[Sword Tao +1,000]
[Sword Tao +1,000]
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