At the same time, at the summit of the Sword Tomb in Jiuxiao Holy Land.
The fierce winds howled, and ten thousand swords hummed low.
Old Ancestor Yunqing and Old Ancestor Leixiao stood shoulder to shoulder atop a solitary peak, both wearing grave expressions.
"Leixiao, that old ghost Xuanyin definitely has a problem!"
Old Ancestor Yunqing's voice was low and urgent. "I sent Xiyun with the Profound Ice Mirror to investigate, and just moments ago...
Xiyun's soul lamp suddenly dimmed. His life hangs by a thread!
The only thing he sent back was an extremely vague remnant thought saturated with resentment and baleful intent, faintly pointing to the depths beneath Xuanming...
And the words 'Soul Devouring'!"
Old Ancestor Leixiao's swordlike brows shot up. The sharp Sword Qi around him burst forth uncontrollably, slicing fine cracks through the surrounding space.
"Soul Devouring?"
"He dares?!"
In an instant, the space within a hundred yards around Old Ancestor Leixiao seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, erupting with a piercing shriek.
Countless hair-thin spatial cracks appeared out of nowhere, only to be shredded and sealed by the violent Sword Qi in an endless cycle.
The ten thousand swords throughout the Sword Tomb seemed stirred by that terrifying sword intent. They rang out in unison, their cries soaring into the heavens and briefly suppressing the fierce winds that filled the sky.
A cold gleam surged in Old Ancestor Leixiao's eyes, like two burning stars. "This is absolutely not that old ghost Xuanyin's method. I know his tricks of divining heavenly secrets and manipulating Yin Baleful Intent all too well.
Could it be?"
An immensely ominous thought coiled around the hearts of both Ancestors like a venomous serpent.
Though they had not personally witnessed the tragic battle of a hundred thousand years