Upon the River of Destiny.
Sword Hiding Cave.
The Little Lord in snow-white robes rested his chin on one hand, dozing.
Over the long years, he was either sleeping or dozing, seldom truly awake.
It was not that he was too lazy.
Rather, as a sword spirit, his cultivation had always remained in a sealed state.
This seal was connected to his true body, the Dao Sword Little Qing Huan.
Before the Great Lord reincarnated back then, he personally sealed Little Qing Huan, the sword he had prized most in his life and the one with the greatest killing power.
The purpose was simple: he had not wished for the Little Lord to interfere in his path of cultivation after reincarnation.
And now, although the seal had loosened greatly, it remained after all, leaving the Little Lord, as a sword spirit, frequently immersed in silence.
Half asleep and half awake, dazed and muddled.
His strength had likewise never recovered to its peak.
Otherwise, in the battle against Bu Sheng Han at Retrace Heaven back then, he would not merely have fought to a standstill!
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, as though sensing something, the dozing Little Lord extended his right hand, his snowy sleeve giving a gentle sweep.
At once, a scene near the River Suppressing Tablets transformed into a curtain of light and appeared before him.
Just like the scene the ferrymen had seen, it seemed veiled by some taboo power, making it exceedingly blurred.
Yet the Little Lord recognized Su Yi at a glance.
"Fusing the Nine Imperial Edicts of the Heavenly Dao... the Great Lord truly never walked this path back then. But if he does this, he'll be poking a hornet's nest..."
The Little Lord furrowed his brow.
The Nine River-Suppressing Tablets suppressed the River of Destiny itself!
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