On Blood Killing Peak, streaks of sword light continuously flashed, emitting a breathtaking aura of malevolence. Below, on the platform, disciples looked up at the mountain peak, watching the sword lights manifest, and couldn't help but sigh.
"You know what? This Yang Tiankui, after defeating so many of our Myriad Sword Sect's powerhouses, has been holed up on his peak ever since. I heard he's been practicing his sword every single day, with hardly any rest. It's no wonder he could become the Peak Master of our Myriad Sword Sect's last peak," a disciple of the Myriad Sword Sect said with admiration. Practicing on his own peak for so many days was truly impressive. They couldn't help but be convinced. If they were asked to do the same, they probably couldn't. He hadn't come down the mountain for a full half a month.
"Yeah, yeah. Before Yang Tiankui arrived, I'd never heard of any genius in our sect practicing for half a month straight. It's no wonder he could defeat so many geniuses. Because he's more of a genius than you, and more diligent too. What right do you have to defeat him?" another disciple chimed in.
"Alright, alright, let's disperse. Let's disperse. We should go practice our swords too. If an outsider like him practices with such diligence, we can't lose face. If our elders find out about this, they'll lecture us," some young disciples said, shaking their heads and sighing. Then, they turned and headed towards their own peaks. After all, they were afraid that if their masters got angry, they wouldn't recognize them.
The disciples gathered at the foot of Blood Killing Peak heard someone say this, and they all nodded in agreement. Then, they all turned and headed back to their own peaks to practice their swords.
Above Blood Killing Peak, the figures of several elders stood amidst the clouds. With their profound cultivation, they heard the conversations of the disciples below and nodded. They didn't expect that this Yang Tiankui could inspire the disciples' attitude towards sword practice. It seemed to be quite effective.
Jian San turned his body expressionlessly and looked at the elders behind him, his tone laced with coldness, "Look at how you supervise your disciples! As disciples under the elders, they are so lazy. Do you think you are qualified to be elders? You're not even as good as a newly joined disciple. What are you even doing?!"
"Uh..." The numerous elders looked at each other, but none could refute him. After all, what the Sect Master said was the truth. With ashamed faces, they lowered their heads. They, the elders, were not as good as a newly joined disciple of the Myriad Sword Sect.
"Hmph!" Jian San snorted and turned his gaze to the Blood Killing Peak below, where a white-robed youth was continuously practicing his sword at the summit. Jian San fell into thought. He remembered when he was Yang Tiankui's age, he was also so diligent, yearning for the pinnacle of the sword dao. But now, at his age, he knew he couldn't go much further. Practicing his sword further wouldn't achieve much. He only hoped that Yang Tiankui below could maintain this mindset and ascend to an invincible peak through the sword dao.
And this Myriad Sword Sect, when he first joined, the atmosphere of sword practice was far more intense than it is now. But the Myriad Spirit Continent had been without war for a long time, and there were no opponents to spar with. They could only spar amongst fellow disciples. Sword techniques meant for killing enemies had to be held back, with only a fraction of their power used for sparring. They dared not fight to the death. Practicing their swords, practicing their swords, eventually their spirit dwindled. What could be done? This was also the developmental state of most ancient-level sects. Every sect that reached the level of the Myriad Sword Sect would fall into a bottleneck. A bottleneck that prevented them from moving forward. Comfort made people into useless individuals, making them ordinary. But they couldn't actively instigate war now. Only war could temper one's sword techniques, but there was no war now. They could only stay within this small world, practicing their swords peacefully. What could they achieve? Even if the Sect Master wanted to change things, he wouldn't know where to start. Because even his own spirit was about to be worn down by the endless time. After all, he wasn't an almighty being, and he couldn't constantly maintain his sword dao without any decline.
When even the Sect Master was like this, one could imagine the current developmental state of the Myriad Sword Sect was truly pressing. And this Yang Tiankui was like the last shot of adrenaline injected into the Myriad Sword Sect. He couldn't do anything, nor could he overtly favor Yang Tiankui. All he could do was to diligently grasp every correct direction for the Myriad Sword Sect's future development, ensuring that Yang Tiankui received fair treatment within the sect. Perhaps in the future, when he grew old, Yang Tiankui could take over the Myriad Sword Sect. After all, someone who could cultivate such a murderous sword intent might lead the Myriad Sword Sect to a different level.
Jian San sighed. He knew he was good at maintaining what they had, but lacked in development. But there was nothing he could do. Everyone had their own strengths. He was the guardian spirit of the Myriad Sword Sect in this peaceful world. He turned to look at the elders behind him, a gentle expression on his face, "I hope this incident can give you some food for thought. After all, the Myriad Sword Sect is not just me; it belongs to all of us, and it requires everyone to maintain it together. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" The numerous elders responded in unison. After all, everyone could see that the Sect Master was currently angered, and no one dared to provoke him at this moment.
Jian San turned again to look at the distant Myriad Sword Sect, with its peaks rising like mountains, exuding a grand and majestic aura. Disciples rode their swords through the clouds, like streaks of flowing light. The grand era was about to arrive. What would be the fate of our Myriad Sword Sect? This was a question without an answer. He hoped that Yang Tiankui could lead his Myriad Sword Sect towards a different era.
Yang Tiankui, on Blood Killing Peak, felt a slight sensation. He opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. Several figures appeared and then were instantly swallowed by the clouds. He understood in his heart. It was probably those elders and the Sect Master coming to observe him. It seemed he had initially integrated into this sect. It had been a full two to three months. He could be considered to have initially integrated into the Myriad Sword Sect. However, it seemed that the situation of the Myriad Sword Sect wasn't very good. Yang Tiankui opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings, a slight frown appearing. Images he had seen over the past month flashed in his mind. He realized that although the Myriad Sword Sect appeared prosperous on the surface, it also carried a sense of twilight. Since I have come to this world, then I shall change all of this. The Myriad Sword Sect needs a good overhaul.