The moment the Cangxing Zhentian Wuliang Sword emerged, the magnificent vista of a sea of stars appeared above the firmament, filling the vision of every cultivator within the Taixuan Sect.
When the Demon Ancestor had attacked the Northern Border before, this sword formation had appeared as well, but only the cultivators on the front line had seen it then. Now, ninety percent of the cultivators in the Taixuan Sect were seeing this sword formation for the first time, and not one of them was anything but shaken.
This was especially true of the disciples who had only joined the Taixuan Sect in the past few decades; they stared until their eyes were wide and their jaws hung slack.
A sword formation that made the blue heavens change color—how many years of cultivation would it take to possess such power?
Within the Luo Tian Pagoda Battle Formation, True Person Biluo was locked onto by the Sword Intent of the Cangxing Zhentian Wuliang Sword. He was under the greatest pressure, and the instant the boundless sea of stars appeared, he felt the magic power within his body suddenly congeal. That suppressive force made his heart leap and his flesh crawl.
True Person Biluo's expression turned ugly, and a thread of regret rose in his heart.
He had thought Sword Venerable Fudao was a wandering immortal. After all, those Sword Venerable Fudao had slain before were all Scattered Immortals. Even if he, at the Wandering Immortal Realm, was no match for Sword Venerable Fudao, he should still have been able to test the depths of the other party's strength.
Now, as he felt Sword Venerable Fudao's Sword Intent, he recalled the feeling of insignificance he had once had ten thousand years ago.
The gap between the two sides was enormous; at the very