The lingering might of the Chaos Divine Thunder still trembled between heaven and earth as Mo Wentian stepped forward.
The Azure Jade long sword in his hand let out a clear dragon's cry, and with a faint tremble of its edge, it carved a perfect ripple through space.
This seemingly casual strike contained his understanding of the laws of the sword path, brought to the pinnacle of perfection.
Chen Ze stood in the void with his hands behind his back, chaos swirling in his eyes like a river of stars.
Though he too had broken through to the Great Ascension Realm, he discovered that no immortal essence had condensed within him. In its place was an even more profound and mysterious Chaos power.
This power was as deep as an abyss and as vast as an ocean; each pulse caused subtle distortions in the surrounding space.
As Mo Wentian took that step, tribulation clouds gathered in the heavens once more.
This time, the tribulation clouds were blue and violet, and faint sword cries echoed from within, as though the Heavenly Dao were answering this sword cultivator's challenge.
"Looks like my path differs from that of ordinary cultivators," Chen Ze murmured thoughtfully.
He could clearly sense that although this Chaos power was not immortal essence, it contained a might closer to the very origin of the Heavenly Dao.
At that moment, Mo Wentian's sword intent had already stirred a change in the heavens.
Above the firmament, blue-violet tribulation clouds converged like a vortex. Countless sword cries faintly rang out from the clouds, as though the Heavenly Dao were answering this sword cultivator's challenge.
Mo Wentian raised his head to the sky, a sharp curve lifting at the corner of his lips.
Lin Bingchun's voice transmission still echoed by his ears, telling