The instant this streak of sword radiance appeared in the sky, even the shattered city shrouded in ghostly light was illuminated for a moment.
Lin Qiye and the others, who were speeding through the streets, all looked up at the sky, shock filling their eyes.
"That is..." Shen Qingzhu raised his head in confusion.
"It's the Sword Saint's sword."
Feeling the fierce sword aura filling heaven and earth, Lin Qiye spoke.
They were all too familiar with this kind of sword aura.
During those months of training in the warehouse, they had practically been tortured unconscious by this sword aura every day. Zhou Ping's sword aura had nearly been branded into their bones, and they recognized it instantly.
"One of the gods' pressure has disappeared." An Qingyu sensed it carefully for a moment before speaking.
The group exchanged glances, each seeing the shock in the others' eyes.
They all knew perfectly well what that meant...
Humanity's first godslayer had appeared.
He was their teacher.
But...
Lin Qiye clenched his fists tightly.
Unwillingness and grief surfaced in his eyes.
They had gone through so much to find this place's coordinates, obtain a way to travel through the mist, and gain the means to catch up with this city... They had exhausted every possible method before finally arriving here.
They had originally already rescued Zhou Ping,
Zhou Ping had even broken through that ceiling and become the Mortal World Sword Immortal...
Yet in the end, they could still only watch helplessly as Zhou Ping dissolved into the Dao.
Their arrival seemed to have changed something, yet it also seemed to have changed nothing at all.
The path of fate that originally belonged to Zhou Ping had been shaken slightly by Lin Qiye and the others, but it was soon corrected once more.