Yang Beiming's sword shadows were like blades of light, solid and tangible, radiating an indescribable pressure.
One sword after another, hundreds of millions of sword shadows gathered into a long river, like the River of Fate—one could see what lay ahead, but not its end.
Hundreds of sword shadows lined up side by side, making the sword river incredibly broad. The stars it passed were illuminated by it, brilliant and beautiful.
Yang Beiming had yet to show himself, but the moment the sword river appeared, countless living beings began breathing rapidly.
Everyone had heard of Yang Beiming, but how many had truly seen him in person?
"So that is the Sword God's sword river..."
Di Tianwu gazed at the distant sword river and muttered to himself. He had often heard the Divine Emperor mention Yang Beiming.
The Divine Emperor held Yang Beiming in extremely high regard, saying, "In this era, the one most likely to become a saint is Yang Beiming, whose Myriad Sword River crosses the starry sky."
Those words were practically placing Yang Beiming in the position of the strongest expert in the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Thus, when he heard that Yang Beiming was coming to challenge the Qin Immortal Realm with his sword, he hurried over to watch.
Although he did not specialize in the sword dao, perhaps he could still gain some insight.
Even Di Tianwu was like this, let alone geniuses such as An Ru Ming and Yun Yin Jie.
In another direction, Mo Xuanzi, whom Qin Jun had rescued from the Prison of Fate, had also slipped over. As he flew, he looked sideways at the distant sword river.
"How spectacular... Just how much mana would it take to squander it so freely?"
Mo Xuanzi sighed. He had come to the Qin Immortal