The Battle for the Pinnacle of Power

A sword cultivator only moves forward, never turns back. I have a sword called Invincible. Do as you please, use whatever wondrous moves you like. I will break them all with a single strike.

I roam freely above the nine heavens.

How lonely it is to be invincible.

The immortal realm is vast and boundless, mysterious and unfathomable.

Above the nine heavens, where clouds and mist swirl, stands the magnificent Xuantian Sword Manor. It seems to tower among the clouds, radiating an aura that makes the heart tremble.

At this very moment, a breathtaking battle is raging inside the Xuantian Sword Manor.

Terrifying figures, each like a god or Buddha from the Heavenly Capital, are fighting fiercely within. Their roars thunder through the sky, shaking the heavens. Every attack carries the power to destroy heaven and earth, making the entire space tremble.

Amid this bloody chaos, a Daoist in a red robe stands tall, like a burning meteor streaking across the sky. His gaze is razor-sharp, revealing boundless murderous intent and resolve.

A piercing, drawn-out cry bursts from his lips, like a thunderclap that shakes the soul.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.