Tianwei Dynasty, Heavenly Palace Mountain.
An Hao, Si Yan'er, and a crowd of cultivators walked out of the heavenly palace. They looked up at the stars filling the sky, every one of them wide-eyed.
The sky of the cultivation world was very high, and they had never seen so many stars before, let alone so close to them, as though they could pluck them down by raising a hand.
"What kind of strange phenomenon is this?"
"Could the sky be collapsing?"
"Could it be the work of that Demon Ancestor?"
"Probably not. It might be some kind of powerful formation, perhaps the Cangtian Sect's formation. Their formations are grand and majestic, bearing the aspect of heaven and earth."
"There have been more and more demons and monsters in the nearby area lately. I'm afraid it will be very difficult for us to protect this inheritance."
An Hao gazed at the starry sky, his eyes flickering.
Si Yan'er stood beside him and sighed with emotion. After saying a few words and receiving no response, she could not help turning to look at him.
"What's wrong with you?" Si Yan'er nudged his arm with her elbow and asked.
An Hao took a deep breath and said, "This is Sword Venerable Fudao's Sword Intent. It should have evolved from the Great Vast God-Startling Sword."
Sword Venerable Fudao?
Everyone looked at him one after another, surprise and delight appearing on their faces.
They had been drawn out by the Demon Ancestor's demonic might. Just as they were frightened and uneasy, the sky had suddenly changed, so naturally they had grown even more nervous. Now that they had heard An Hao's words, did this not mean Sword Venerable Fudao was going to face the Demon Ancestor?
Si Yan'er knew even better that Sword Venerable Fudao