At this moment, all time and space trembled.
Surging forth from the distant past, it washed over the present and flowed toward the future. Upon every stretch of time and space stood Chu Sheng's real and tangible figure.
Then, he suddenly lowered his eyes.
Where his gaze fell was the past, the Ancient Era, and a handsome young daoist in a black robe snapping in the wind, leisurely walking toward the time where he stood.
The daoist looked at the World Honored One not far away. With the Netherworld shattered, he had fallen back to Golden Core perfection and was grievously wounded, on the brink of death. The daoist nodded as though it was exactly as expected.
"World Honored One, you truly haven't disappointed me."
There was even laughter and teasing in his voice. "I knew that no matter what Chu Yi'er did, he definitely wouldn't be Chu Sheng's match."
World Honored One: "."
Perhaps because of the calmness in the black-robed youth's words, the World Honored One managed to tug at the corners of his mouth with difficulty. The other Dao Ancestors, seeing this, also found hope once more.
"Xuande. So you truly didn't die."
Chu Sheng spoke in a low voice, yet he remained perfectly composed. By now, he had transcended, and with the foundation of three lives behind him, no one beneath Spirit Transformation could possibly contend against him.
Meanwhile, Lu Yang paid no attention to Chu Sheng's attitude. He merely beckoned with one hand, and a blade light like rippling water slowly rose from the depths of the Abyss of Time. It then fell into his hand, transforming into a Divine Blade gleaming with mysterious radiance and erupting with an immense aura far surpassing its own.
This blade had no name.
It was formed from Shi