(There will be another short chapter tonight.)
With one sword thrust, the many illusions of Inner Demons blocking the road ahead vanished.
The prime culprit, an Ascension Realm Peak cultivator stationed at Tuoyue Mountain, was not only a pure Sword Cultivator. His Natal Flying Sword had even replicated part of the divine powers of two ancient high-ranking gods: the "Imaginer" and the "Echoer."
City God Shen Wen's Golden Literary Core shattered with a bang. His face filled with regret, as though he wished he had never handed over that core.
The White-robed monk turned sideways and leaned back slightly, rolling the string of prayer beads in his hand. He studied the young Yin Guan from the corner of his eye, his smile playful, as though to say: the mountains are high and the rivers long; until we meet again.
The Qingyi Woman with the ponytail neither dodged nor retreated. She let the sword light slash straight through her.
Tuoyue Mountain was split down the middle. An enormous, irreparable chasm divided it in two, and for a long time, the mountain did not return to its former shape.
At the same time, the Great Demon prime culprit's towering form was cleaved apart. Across the vast distance between the two halves of his face, surprise appeared for the first time.
Clearly, Chen Ping'an's sword strike stood worlds apart from the three thousand-odd strikes he had made before. No longer confined to sword technique, it brimmed with sword intent; it even showed the beginnings of a sword path of its own.
The lingering trail of sword light forcibly obstructed the prime culprit's method of unifying his Dao with Tuoyue Mountain's rings of time.
On both sides of the "road" this sword had opened, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy from a thousand miles of