Spirit Illumination Mountain, Imperial Spirit Palace.
On the ancient mottled rock wall, startling sword marks resembling fierce claw marks still exude a heart-throbbing aura, despite the passage of countless years.
The Sword Seal, with its enchanting chaos, has been sealed in dust for over a decade. Yet, standing before this rock wall, one could almost peer through the years to glimpse the awe and power of the person who left these sword marks.
"Nineteen years, revisiting this old place, it still has its sharp edge."
Before the cold rock wall, a middle-aged man approached slowly. He was wearing a Taoist robe, sharp eyes and eyebrows, and a faint blood stain on his forehead.
His aura was as deep as the vast ocean, causing the mountain wall to tremble with each step he took.
Each sword scar stirred ripples, and the long-sealed sharp edge materialized once again, shining brilliantly, it was indelible.