The sunlight was brilliant and the seasons were like spring. The mountain peaks were majestic and the rivers splendid—it was a magnificent, sprawling tapestry of mountains and rivers.
The Myriad Virtual Realm was somewhat different from what Su Han had imagined. As the ancestral land of the Heavenly Sword Dynasty and the holy ground in the hearts of countless Sword Cultivators, he had expected it to be austere, with Sword Intent piercing the heavens. Instead, it was a paradise isolated from the mortal world.
This world was vast, stretching beyond the horizon. A sun hung in the sky, illuminating the entire realm with light and warmth.
"Sun Holy Stone!"
