The entire human world seemed to be waiting for the growth of a fledgling eagle.
At last, Ning Yao had become a Fourteen Realm pure Sword Cultivator.
She had once borne the greatest hopes and expectations, yet she had not surprised or disappointed anyone in the slightest.
Ning Yao's entry into the Fourteen Realms as a pure Sword Cultivator was like Cao Ci entering the Eleventh Realm upon the path of martial arts.
It was a kind of inevitability that belonged to them alone.
Cao Ci had already reached the Divine Tier. If Chen Ping'an did not hurry up, then once Cao Ci climbed to the Martial God Realm again—
Chen Ping'an could fully imagine that the next time he traded blows with Cao Ci, he would have to repay the debt for all those slaps to the face.
The territory of Caiyu Mountain had once been an ancient battlefield where military strategists faced one another. The river still flowed, and the tides still rose and fell.
Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "Why did you come looking for this version of me first?"
Ning Yao said, "I arrived in the Vast Heaven and Earth long ago. I first quietly went to the Bamboo Building on Luopo Mountain, then went to the schoolhouse and watched for a while. When I heard your voice in my heart from over here, I came rushing over."
Ning Yao was not so arrogant as to look down on everyone. In this downpour that the Old Great Sword Immortal had called "Heaven's Weeping," she could use sheltering from the rain to enter the Fourteen Realms because her Great Dao happened to accord with that of the Five-Colored World. Then the other four worlds surely had other experts who had long prepared for a rainy day, merely