The great fog surged and billowed as two resplendent Dao Paths stretched out. Lin Xuan and Wu Mingyao traveled side by side through the mist.
The instant Feng Changjian gazed into the depths of the fog, both Lin Xuan and Wu Mingyao sensed something and fixed their eyes beyond it.
"Feng Changjian!"
A cold glint flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes, followed by confusion. "He's riding a sword through the air. The rules here can't restrain him?"
Wu Mingyao's expression was grave. "Look at the sword beneath his feet. No—the hilt. That is the hilt of the Pure Yang Sword."
"Years ago, I heard that the Pure Yang Heaven Grand Elder's faction had been searching for the shattered Pure Yang Sword. I never expected them to truly find its hilt. A damaged Imperial weapon is still an Imperial weapon; the hilt is shielding him from Wu Zhao Mountain's rules."
"Buzz!"
As Wu Mingyao's words fell, World Annihilation appeared in Lin Xuan's hand of its own accord. It trembled, conveying waves of longing.
Lin Xuan's gaze turned stern. "Quiet down. He's a peak Eighth Cycle Pure Yang incarnation wielding a damaged Imperial weapon. How could it be so easy to snatch?"
"Sect Master, perhaps we should avoid the west and head straight east."
Wu Mingyao suddenly spoke, a trace of gravity flashing through her eyes.
She felt immense pressure from Feng Changjian.
Though Feng Changjian was not an Imperial Seed, he had surpassed the King Chosen tier. He had a chance of reaching the realm of a Twelfth Cycle Loose Immortal, standing shoulder to shoulder with an Immortal Emperor.
Though he was currently only a Pure Yang incarnation, possessing a damaged Imperial weapon meant he was absolutely not weak. His combat power was no less than that of an Imperial Seed.
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