At the summit of a sect deep in the Savage heartland stood two human sword cultivators.
In less than half an incense stick's time, White Flower City, where bones stood thick as trees, became a page of the calendar already turned. As the years passed, it would become an Old Calendar no one cared to consult.
At Qi Tingji's command, four golden armored divine persons, each a thousand zhang tall, stood at the four edges of White Flower City. Their formation was a net, keeping the bigger fish from slipping through in the chaos.
Strange sights appeared everywhere. Thunder rose amid white clouds, and the moon climbed above jade-green waves. Hundreds upon thousands of majestic golden lightning bolts fell to the mortal world, as though Thunder Department deities were whipping the earth at will. Mountains and rivers shattered; the ground heaved and turned, exposing the demons hidden in caves and secret tunnels one by one. A dozen or so Ink Flood Dragons swam through the sky, swallowing Demon Race Cultivators riding the wind and chewing them with a crackle like strings of firecrackers.
Sword cultivators were Qi cultivators too, after all. Besides their Natal Flying Swords, they could possess all manner of strange Destiny Items refined to greater or lesser degrees.
All of this was merely what Qi Tingji had casually brought forth. Even setting aside his identity as a sword cultivator and his Natal Flying Sword, he could have been regarded as an Ascension Realm cultivator with tremendous killing power.
In any world, a cultivator with such command of Magical Powers would have been hailed as a talent whose brilliance lit up past and present. Yet at the Sword Qi Great Wall, the Old Great Sword Immortal had considered Qi Tingji restless, his techniques flashy but hollow, straying ever