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Fuyuan Realm, the Far East.

Several mountain ranges undulate endlessly, shrouded in mist, with strange peaks and stones, clear pools like ink, and conical summits dotted like stars. Unusual rosy light encircles the Nine Heavens Sect, making everything seem like a paradise on earth where time is forgotten.

Among the three sects and six branches of the immortal clans, ever since the founder of Nine Heavens Sect carved out a forbidden land and established the sect, it has stood tall on Fuyuan soil like a crane soaring to the sky. Not only is the sect’s aura extraordinary, but it has produced prodigies generation after generation, firmly securing its place as the leader of the immortal gates, never wavering.

To be admitted to such a prestigious sect, the disciples’ talents and temperament are self-evident; even the lowest-ranked Qi Refining disciples carry themselves with an indescribable grace.

West of Nine Heavens Sect, near the gates, a man in azure robes walked across water with his hands behind his back. In the blink of an eye, a famed sword with a cold, gleaming blade broke through the surface, following him closely.

Lu Mao grasped the sword, flicked the blade with his finger, and a deep, resonant sword cry echoed through the mountains.

“The sword sings so clearly! Congratulations, Brother Lu, on mastering sword refinement!”

“Among us outer sect disciples, Brother Lu is truly the foremost.”

Several disciples surrounded him, smiling and cupping their hands in congratulations, regardless of their inner envy or jealousy.