Zhang Ruochen stood at the top of Mount Sword, high-spirited and full of energy. He raised his voice and said, "A swordsman should show his sharpness, break the clouds, and split the Moon. One shall not sleep here and turn into rust. Seniors, are you willing to leave with me? I will pick the fated ones among the new civilization in Swordsphere to inherit your Swordsmanship."
Clang!
Thousands of swords chimed in unison, their voices lasting for a long time.
"Okay!"
Zhang Ruochen pressed his hands on his temples and activated Shenwu Mark of Time and Dimension between his eyebrows. He collected all the thousands of swords on Mount Sword and placed them in Qiankun Realm.
Then, a sword domain enveloped by a strong sword comprehension appeared in Qiankun Realm.