Ling Zhao?!
Penglai Ling Zhao?!
Ding Xing focused his gaze. The figure in the dungeon's gloom grew clearer.
A vermilion crown set with star jade topped his head, and his dark robes and Crane Garment gleamed.
A belt embroidered with lions and coiling dragons circled his waist; he was a handsome young man with a striking bearing.
The Daoist looked barely twenty. His face was firm and handsome, his bearing full of youthful vigor. Arms folded, he wore an almost-smile. Call him a Daoist, but he looked more like a wandering swordsman.
Ling Zhao of Penglai, East Heaven of the Three Realms.
Once Ding Xing knew who stood before him, his heart eased a little. If Ling Zhao was here, Lingyuan must already have fallen into Wen Yuan's trap. Ling Zhao had likely stayed behind deliberately to guard Feng Yuan and Mo Yuan.
As he considered this, a thread of starlight suddenly poured down into his hand. It gathered into a Dharma Sword three feet and seven inches long.
"In that case, there's nothing more to say."
"The sword in my hand measures three feet and seven inches. It can sever the three souls, pare away the seven spirits, set heaven, earth, and man in place, and illuminate sun, moon, and stars."
"Its name is Fixed Light!"
Before his words had faded, Ding Xing struck first. His thrust sent rippling starlight roaming ten yards like a dragon ascending to heaven.
Lin Fan's eyes lit up. Ding Xing's swordsmanship is impressive!
A bearer of the Cave Profound Dao Fruit, a True Lord of Void Refinement, might wield Divine Abilities that burned mountains and boiled seas, spells that shifted stars and changed the moon. Yet a Divine Ability could fill a million miles of heaven and earth or be bound within three