In the world of cultivation, there was a sword genius named Wan Jiaoyang, who was known as the number one sword immortal.
At this moment, Wan Jiaoyang stood proudly beneath the roaring, rushing waterfall, his body seemingly shrouded in a hazy veil of water mist.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, letting the torrent of water, like a waterfall rushing down from the heavens, relentlessly crash against him.
His face, reflected in the surging water, appeared even more handsome and dashing.
"Senior Brother! Master is calling you. He says it's time to choose your destiny sword!"
Someone arrived on a sword, stood on it, and shouted loudly at Wan Jiaoyang in the huge stream.
Wan Jiaoyang raised his hand and pointed, and the waterfall stopped flowing. He slowly walked out of the water, his clothes still wet, with water droplets sliding down his chest to his abdomen.
It was unclear where the water droplet would land, but Wan Jiaoyang had already leaped out of the water.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in a flowing outfit: a blue inner layer and a white outer robe. Standing atop a sword, he said, "Let's go."
Wan Jiaoyang's junior brother, a handsome young man, said, "Senior brother, many people say that the ancient sword formation is hidden inside. Do you think there really is a divine sword inside the sword formation?"
Wan Jiaoyang said, "I don't know, we'll only know when we get there."
"Then I wish my senior brother the best in advance in finding the perfect sword."
Thank you.
Wan Jiaoyang had a somewhat aloof personality. He originally wanted to cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, but his master said that the time was not right, and the Path of Ruthlessness required severing the seven emotions and six desires.
An ancient sword formation, located in a secret realm of the Canglan Kingdom.
There were many cultivation sects guarding the area, and the elites of these sects had already gone inside.
As soon as Wan Jiaoyang appeared, he walked towards his own sect, took the teleportation token from them, and entered the secret realm.
As Wan Jiaoyang stepped into the ancient and mysterious sword formation, he felt as if everything around him was being torn apart and distorted into bizarre and fantastical scenes by an invisible force.
When everything returned to the moment before chaos was divided, a long sword covered in rust and unknown bumps slowly floated in front of Wan Jiaoyang.
Wan Jiaoyang stared quietly at the long sword, then he heard someone breathing and mumbling in their sleep.
Suddenly, a white light flashed, the longsword disappeared, and a woman so beautiful and delicate that she didn't seem real appeared in front of Wan Jiaoyang.
At this moment, Ahri felt someone watching her in her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes flashing with confusion.
"Owner?"
Ah Li looked at Wan Jiaoyang in front of her and thought, "Good heavens, what kind of plan is this?"
Why did Wan Jiaoyang become younger, and where is this place?
Wan Jiaoyang silently withdrew his gaze, took off his outer robe and draped it over Ah Li.
Ahri then belatedly realized, oh dear, she had been completely naked.
However, Wan Jiaoyang didn't dodge at all; on the contrary, he looked at it openly and honestly.
Ahri wanted to remove her outer robe, but since she was now a sword spirit, she wouldn't understand. All she knew was that something strange was draped over her.
However, the outer robe seemed to be welded to her body; no matter how she pulled, it wouldn't budge.
"Master, what is this? Why can't I tear it off?"
Ah Li's voice was soft and gentle, with a touch of melancholy. She quickly grasped the situation: she was still a sword spirit, but Wan Jiaoyang hadn't yet made the divine sword recognize her as its master.
Wan Jiaoyang said, "These are clothes; everyone needs to wear them. Also, why do you call me master?"
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