Northern Heaven Realm Battlefield, Jian Yi God Mountain.
Thick fog shrouded the sacred mountain from top to bottom. Mist tornadoes descended from the sky, which should have been blanketed by dark clouds, linking tightly with the mountain's summit.
The extraordinary mist tornadoes pierced through the majestic Jian Yi God Statue, nourishing her greatly.
Yet the one who had summoned this celestial phenomenon was not the foremost God of Great Xia.
At the foot of the divine idol, a woman sat quietly in meditation.
She wore an ancient-style gown of white and gold. Her exquisite hair ornaments and earrings matched the white-and-gold dress particularly well.
Solemn, yet without sacrificing grandeur.
A translucent white veil also covered the lower half of her face.
This person was precisely the one Lu Ran and Qiao Yuanxi had yearned for day and night—Qiao Wanjun.
Qiao Wanjun possessed two Divine Weapon Swords. One hung at her waist, while the other lay flat across both knees, her hands pressing upon its hilt and blade.
Clearly, this sword was the true protagonist.
The mist tornadoes came swiftly and dispersed just as swiftly. In no more than twenty minutes, heaven and earth had become clear and bright.
"Buzz!"
Beneath Qiao Wanjun's palms, the three-foot sword gleamed with cold light. As it trembled, a faint dragon roar could be heard.
This Tianchen Steel sword possessed an exceptionally exquisite construction. Patterns along the blade resembled ripples upon a deep pool, while an elegant dragon head was carved into the guard.
The dragon head had its eyes closed, much like the Master of Divine Weapons herself.
Suddenly, Qiao Wanjun opened her eyes and looked up, only to see a fairy shadow slowly descending.
The newcomer was a breathtakingly beautiful woman. Her robes fluttered, her long hair danced lightly, and one hand held