(Sorry this went up late. My apologies.)
Night hung heavy. In the blink of an eye, A Liang vanished from sight. Only sword light erupted, illuminating the world in every direction.
One man drew his swords, yet the spectacle was like an ancient battlefield where countless gods unleashed their powers in succession.
Xin Zhuang, who helped Shou Chen operate the great formation, was a Direct Disciple of the Tuoyue Mountain Great Ancestor and Li Zhen's senior sister. She swiftly swept her gaze around and used Ghost Seeing. Her eyes shone as precious light flowed through them; she could have found traces even in the River of Time or a road through the underworld. Yet she still could not locate that man.
No wonder he had slipped away years ago despite a perilous pursuit by so many Great Demons.
Shou Chen had already drawn an unsheathed longsword from his sword case. Pinching the blade between two fingers, he swept them sharply toward its tip, as though peeling away a layer of Immortal Remains. The sword light became a streak of lightning and collided with the dazzling flash. At the same time, he warned her by voice transmission, "Stop looking. We only need to maintain the formation beneath our feet and take his swords in peace."
At his words, Xin Zhuang immediately steadied her mind and produced an unremarkable pouch. She shook it gently, and clouds and mist rose, spreading rapidly. It was as though she had borrowed a storm from the ancient Wind God and Rain Master. The mist enveloped her, seemingly covering no more than a few yards, yet it concealed a Separate Cave Heaven: a vast world of wind and rain stretching ten thousand miles. Like an unusual spatial power, it hid Xin Zhuang within a great lake. Even