And began to descend.

Below, is a peculiar terrain.

It consists of hundreds of mountain peaks protruding above the sea of clouds.

These peaks are very strange, as if they were cut off at the top, leaving only a smooth, flat cross-section.

Moreover, all the cross-sections are basically at the same height.

A few hundred feet down from the cross-section lies the misty sea of clouds.

From high above, these mountain peak cross-sections look like huge chess pieces neatly arranged on the great chessboard of heaven and earth.

This is the legendary Battlefield of Victory and Defeat on the continent!

It is also the place where top martial arts experts duel.

And it's also where experts from the Weapon List compete for rankings.

On these thirty-two chess piece mountain planes, from ancient times to now, countless heroic blood has been spilled, and countless souls of masters have been lost.

However, only the largest one in the middle, which can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people or even more on the flat surface, is rarely visited.

Everyone knows that place belongs to the number one in the world.

Going up to play is fine, but to fight there… one should indeed weigh oneself first.

People like Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiyang; or those who don't practice martial arts at all and know nothing about the top levels, might dismissively say: "Xue Fuxiao is nothing, Duan Xiyang is nothing."

However, people with certain levels of cultivation wouldn't dare to think, let alone say such things.

Especially those qualified to come here to duel from the Weapon List, they come here with a heart full of reverence.

Even the demon from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect wouldn't utter such reckless words—it truly can kill.

The saying "disaster comes from the mouth" is no mere talk.

Now this vast mountain peak finally welcomes its owner.

People qualified to fight here.

Although they are here to watch the battle this time, by being here, they inevitably become central figures.

This is what prestige is.

On the platform, many people are already waiting in groups scattered around.

But as the Guardian's flying boat descends, with the words "Dongfang" on the boat shining brightly in gold against the sun.

The people below simultaneously stood straight.

The flying boat slowly lands.

Finally stable.

The cabin door opens.

Three people, dressed in white, appear at the door like deities exiled from the Nine Heavens.

Their robes flutter, with unparalleled elegance.

The person on the left exudes sword intent, with a stern face and deep eyes, giving an invincible and steady feeling.

The person on the right emits sword qi into the skies, with an icy face, surrounded by chilling cold, giving an unresistible sharp feeling.

The person in the middle is elegant and handsome, with a kind face, graceful and unrestrained, a gentle gaze, making anyone he looks at feel like a spring breeze is brushing over them.

He stands there, yet makes everyone feel he doesn't belong to The Mortal World.

He seems to belong to the Nine Heavens, palaces of jade and gold.

At the moment when the trio appears, everyone below once again straightened their bodies, solemnly stood, then all bowed in unison.

"Ninth lord be well!"

With swords and sabers soaring into the sky, yet the moment this person appeared, it seemed everyone only saw him alone.

After greeting the Ninth lord, then it was, "Lord Xue be well, Lord Jian be well."

In between came the greetings "Brother Dongfang be well, Brother Xue be well..." and the like.

Just drowned out by the grand cheers of the crowd together.

Those were the leaders and seniors of the Outer World Mountain Sect.

...

Dongfang Sansan slowly walked down, showing a gentle smile on his face, greeting everyone he met along the way.

Everyone, as long as he has met them once, he could precisely call out their names.

"Old fourth Du, you're here too. Are you better from the grave injury back then?"

"Lv Fangyun, how is your family now? Did you get through the children's matter from before?"

"Kang Yun, you haven't changed all these years, how are you? Has your cultivation recovered some? Still love drinking so much?"

"..."

These are subordinate veterans from the past, who left the Guardians due to irrecoverable injuries, returning to hometowns around. Many have come today.

Primarily because they heard Dongfang Sansan would come, these old warriors from the past all wanted to see him.

Maybe this would be the last look in this lifetime...

Once hearing Dongfang Sansan still remembered their names, cared about their family matters, and even remembered their life habits, each was moved to tears, words choked: "...Ninth lord..."

Dongfang Sansan walked along, gently comforting.

Patting each old brother's shoulder, with sincere feelings.

"Take care!"

"I told you to come to headquarters to see me, not a single one came... I thought you all forgot me. Only seeing you today relieved my heart." Dongfang Sansan feigned anger.

"We know Ninth lord is tired... how could we bear to disturb..." The old ones embarrassedly chuckled.

Dongfang Sansan walked up to a tall elder, his expression turned somewhat serious, with even a bit of reproach in his tone; "Why did you come to join in on this excitement?"

The tall elder smiled: "I'm probably beyond recovery, specially came to bid you to battle."

"After this matter, go back and rest well!"

Dongfang Sansan angrily said: "There's still seven to eight hundred years you can live, how do you know you can't recover?"

The tall elder lowered his head, like a child who did something wrong, said: "But to wait for death like that, it's better to have a hearty battle, die on the battlefield."

Dongfang Sansan snorted angrily: "You die happily, but the blow to the children's belief, don't you feel it's too much?"

He pulled the old man beside Xue Fuxiao and said: "Keep an eye on him. After this is over here, drag him to headquarters."

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