Although they had not assigned this mission to Chen Fei, all their procedures had ostensibly followed the rules, leaving little for others to criticize.
But if they adjusted the Yuan Chen Sword Sect's defense zone without a special reason, it would simply hand others something to hold against them. Doing so merely to vent their anger would be more trouble than it was worth.
"Let's go. There are other candidates; it doesn't have to be Chen Fei," Mo Xuyang said softly before walking ahead.
Fang Sifu felt somewhat stifled, but in the end, he could only swallow this breath. The Mission Hall held great authority, but correspondingly, it was bound by many restrictions.
Fang Sifu was angry at Chen Fei's response, but there truly was no better way to retaliate.
Time always passed quickly in cultivation. In the blink of an eye, another half month had gone by. Within the cultivation chamber, Chen Fei sat cross-legged with his eyes closed as blood-red light reflected around him.
"Clang!"
All of a sudden, a sword cry rang out in the chamber.
The cry was soft and lingering. It seemed to ring beside his ears, yet also within his Sea of Consciousness—or perhaps in both at once.
After several months of hard cultivation, the Profound Sky Sword, which had fused the cultivation arts of nine top powers, had finally reached the Perfection Realm. At this moment, not only did the origin force within Chen Fei tremble slightly, even the mind within his Sea of Consciousness quivered.
In essence, the Profound Sky Sword surpassed the inherited cultivation arts of those nine powers. Within those top sects, anyone capable of cultivating their respective arts to the Perfection Realm would inevitably have reached the Late Joint Aperture Realm.
If one's comprehension of the cultivation art had