Mist tornadoes of astonishing scale descended from the heavens.
Lu Ran gripped the humming, trembling Zhanzun Knife, secretly sighing that it had finally succeeded.
This heavy, sharp blade personally forged by the god Tianchen had finally gathered a Soldier Spirit and was on the verge of taking form after targeted special training.
Yet Lu Ran still could not bring himself to be happy.
Strictly speaking, the Zhanzun Knife's success was tied to the deaths of the Dragon Divine General and the Flower Celestial General.
Offending the superior was the foundation of this blade's existence.
This time, the Jade Sovereign herself had led an army in assault, attacking the divine mountain with absolute strength, slaughtering Ran Sect Soldiers, and displaying her supreme might above Gods and Devils.
It had also made Lu Ran keenly aware of his own weakness.
With such a vast disparity in strength, he had fearlessly faced Pangda Yuzun, endured the grief of his comrades' deaths, and slaughtered Jade Sovereign Lackeys like a madman.
That had stirred the Zhanzun Knife, carrying it one step closer to godhood.
Was it worth it?
That was not a question, because this had never been an exchange. It was cruel reality.
It was helpless acceptance.
Lu Ran's face was as still as water. Holding the heavy Zhanzun Knife, he peered through the mist at its slender blade.
The Long Xiang Saber in his other hand trembled, its desire growing even stronger.
Perhaps it really could advance in the hands of Great Xia's Number One Heavenly Pride.
When its Master returned, it would give her a surprise.
"Whoosh."
The immense mist tornadoes came swiftly and dispersed just as swiftly.
Yan Shuangzi tightly pressed her lips together, gazing up at the empty, silent sky and the lone figure standing there.
Thick dark clouds still