The Xiaguang Saber's glow grew ever more resplendent.
The immortal youth finally made a slight movement. He held the saber upright before him and gently pressed his forehead against its icy blade.
In the cloudless sky stretching for thousands of miles, mist and clouds gradually began to gather.
High in the air, beneath the cloud vortex.
Wang Quan stood atop a cloud. While performing the Xiao Qiang Divine Art: Returning Cloud Vortex, he surveyed his surroundings before looking down below.
Sure enough, he saw Sect Leader Lu's divine weapon advancing.
Wang Quan sighed inwardly.
Just yesterday, he had asked Lu Ran what realm the Xiaguang Saber had reached.
He had never expected that, in the early hours of today, he would receive Sect Leader Lu's summons, saying that he needed help.
At the time, Wang Quan's body had trembled uncontrollably, and he had not known what was wrong with himself.
It was Lu Ran who told him not to worry, explaining that the Xiao Qiang Divine Idol was advancing and expanding in scale, which was why it had affected the divine idol's inheritor.
Wang Quan did not know what had happened last night.
He merely remembered that yesterday, the youth had personally declared that he would slaughter every Xiao Qiang-Zhuoyun Devil.
The mist between heaven and earth grew thicker and thicker. Wang Quan was utterly swallowed by it, yet he did not stop. His body shook as he diligently continued casting his technique.
The mist also shrouded a woman in phoenix robes atop Thousand Flowers Ridge.
Her right hand hung naturally at her side, her slender fingers lightly rolling a flower petal. At last, a faint smile appeared on her expressionless face.
Like ice and snow melting for the first time, the exquisite sea of flowers seemed to become three