The Nine Hells Sword awoke from its slumber.
The eight divine chains wound around its blade clattered loudly.
Strange Grand Dao fluctuations rippled through Su Yi's entire sea of consciousness, like sword light brewing within a hazy mist—ethereal and illusory.
Whoosh!
The Willpower Dharma Form he had forged within his sea of consciousness flashed away and arrived before the Nine Hells Sword.
It was said to have arrived before the Nine Hells Sword, yet in truth, it still seemed separated from it by an immeasurable distance, giving Su Yi an unreachable feeling.
It was as though this mysterious Dao sword was not within his sea of consciousness at all, but in some place unimaginably far away.
"Does it feel as though this sword clearly belongs to you, yet is somehow impossibly distant?"
A carefree laugh rang out.
One of the divine chains on the Nine Hells Sword suddenly began to rattle violently, stirring up a swath of mysterious Dao light.
Then, the Temple Master's figure appeared out of thin air from within that mysterious Dao light.
Just as when they had met beside the Reincarnation Pool, the Temple Master wore a dark crown and a plain-colored robe. His face was that of a young man, handsome and transcendent.
His eyes shone like the sun and moon, while his lean figure seemed capable of holding apart heaven and earth and suppressing the vast starry skies!
Yet when one truly faced him, he gave off an aura detached from all worldly things and broad-minded toward the world—free and unrestrained, uninhibited and carefree.
"That is indeed so."
Su Yi nodded slightly.
"I was the same. Back then, my cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of the Grotto Universe Realm, and one foot had crossed the threshold of an even higher Dao Path.