"What was that?!"
"What's going on?!"
Within Emei's mountain gates, everything still presented a scene of diligent prosperity. Tens of thousands of mortals worked alongside Emei's disciples, raising grand buildings, constructing palace halls and towers, and setting up formations. Yet everyone suddenly heard bursts of cracking sounds from the clouds overhead.
The sound resembled both the shattering of crystal stones and the sound produced when metal and iron collided violently, compressed, and tore through the air.
All the disciples within Emei's mountain gates, including those rushing about on their errands, were alarmed!
"That's the direction of the Sword Pool!"
Many Emei disciples riding jade-crane artifacts through the air and circling high overhead were the first to notice the change. They were also the first to see a ray of brilliant light pierce through the clouds.
"Ah!"
The instant they saw that faintly dark-red gleam tear through the clouds and shoot straight into the heavens, these airborne Emei disciples nearly lost control of the jade cranes beneath them and plummeted from the sky.
An indescribable pain, an indescribable misery!
No matter how dazzling ordinary light was, it could only sting one's eyes. But the radiance emitted by this gleam seemed to drill violently into every inch and thread of a person's body, piercing flesh and blood.
It felt as though countless tiny steel needles had struck their bodies at once.
This was chilling Sword Qi! Sword intent!
That gleam which pierced the clouds and soared into the sky was clearly the edge emitted from a flying sword when someone who had mastered a flying sword art wielded it for the first time!
"Who in our Emei has cultivated such a formidable flying sword?!"
The many Emei disciples who had finally stabilized the true essence within their bodies were filled with utter