The dark side of the Light Sea.
At first, it was merely a streak of white light. Yet in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a vast white horizon, instantly tearing apart the boundless darkness.
"Clang—!"
The sharp cry of a sword spread across the dark side of the Light Sea, accompanied by majestic sword aura pouring forth like a meteor shower.
At the sight, Lu Yang's expression abruptly turned incomparably grave. No matter existed on the dark side of the Light Sea, so sword aura should theoretically not exist either. The only reason such a scene could manifest was because its creator's consciousness had reached an utterly exaggerated level of strength.
Dao Lord...
Lu Yang frowned tightly, speculating to himself before decisively shaking his head. No, that's not right! It doesn't have the sublimated aura that Sky Soaring had when he struck the Netherworld.
He had seen a Dao Lord before.
After all, Sky Soaring had charged into the Netherworld across two lifetimes. Golden Core Perfection was an unavoidable stage, and as an observer, Lu Yang was naturally no stranger to it.
Yet precisely because of that, he was even more astonished.
Although this person isn't a Dao Lord, he seems faintly a head above a Late Golden Core cultivator—even a Great True Lord of the Heaven-Stepping Realm. How was that possible?
Lu Yang strained his vision and soon saw the figure responsible at the center of the meteor-shower-like sword light—but to his surprise, it was not a person. It was swords: three sword arrays entirely constructed from Talismans, arranged parallel across the dark side of the Light Sea.
The next moment, the sword edges turned.
As though they had noticed Lu Yang's scrutiny, all three sword arrays pivoted toward him at once. A bone-chilling sensation of