
However, he had to carve the atlas into a golden core or the core of his life.
Once his nascent spirit was nurtured, he would not be able to obtain the art of fighting.
“Thousand Sword Immortal was able to make ten thousand immortal swords atlas at the same time.
I can't do that yet, but I can make the atlas of a thousand and eighty swords fly!
“After I make a hundred sword atlas, I will have a hundred and eight thousand flying swords at my command!”
With this in mind, Kim Thian began to develop this flying sword martial art.
The world was silent, except for the sounds of conflict from the clash between cultivators. There were no living creatures, only barren grave mounds, terrifying skeletons, and spirits inhabiting the land.
Kim Thian had secluded himself in a cave, it was the little nun who faithfully stood guard at the entrance.
He diligently guarded it all this time, driving away the monsters and cultivators that approached the cave. He was in no hurry to go up.
After returning to the nascent spirit realm, he saw many minutes of lack left in his cultivation from behind when he was inexperienced and impatient.
Although no one knew what would be done to correct his flaws once he returned to his original body, he was still trying to do so.
Ten days passed.
It had been seventeen days since the cultivators arrived in the land of darkness, and twenty days since the Sovereign Meeting began.
Many are accustomed to the environment and increase their cultivation through hunting.
Ten days ago, there were only a handful of empty realm cultivators, and they were considered the best of the best.
Now, most cultivators had reached the spirit realm, and a large number had recovered to its peak — empty realms.
Dark ground of unknown size saw waves of eternal light so often over the past few days, the,
it showed that more grave mounds had been broken into and their heritage dug up.
Many cultivators reached new heights after obtaining this legacy,
Slowly but surely, the mysterious veil covering the truth of the land was lifted.
Small burial mounds were located on the outskirts, while giant burial mounds stood at the heart of the ground, each towering like a mountain.
That's where the true heavyweight legacy is buried.
A large number of cultivators had been eliminated, leaving only a little over a hundred thousand.
Ten powerful leaders were born among them, and they gathered their own followers to use as scouts on giant burial mounds.
Bam!
On the seventh day, there were finally signs Kim Thian's closed door cultivation was about to end.
A powerful sword energy surged into the sky, triggering a natural phenomenon that was as dramatic as one triggered by an ancient inheritance.
“Please, little lady!” The little nun was about to see Kim Thian when a voice wailed at her.
He turned around, and his eyes widened in recognition.
“Oh it's you.” it turns gorilla.
After crying for the little nun, the silver-backed gorilla rushed towards her like she was reuniting with a family member.
There were several holes in his body, and his lustrous silver hair had been dyed red. He was in the nascent spirit realm now.
A dozen more cultivators with the same level of cultivation chased after him, brandishing immortal swords.
“Please, Little Miss !!” the gorilla whined when he saw his pursuers following.
Although her body was six meters tall, she quickly walked over to the little nun.
Desperation and regret befell him when he saw him alone. “Sial, I've dragged you into this too ..”