"What kind of existence was this? So strange... and so powerful!"
He hurriedly held fast to the Primordial Mark. The hazy mark seemed to have encountered some external invasion and immediately began to hum and tremble.
Only then did the strange icy cold that had seeped in abruptly recoil, seemingly deeply wary of the Primordial Mark.
"Oh? So your cultivation has already reached such a realm, little friend. Then you should come over and sit for a while..."
Upon the Bronze Grotto-heaven, that strange Dao shadow with the blank face paused slightly, then became even more "welcoming."
It immediately rose to its feet and walked across the bronze ground toward Li Qingyun, like an exceptionally hospitable host determined to drag in a passing fellow Daoist for a rest, to discuss the mysteries of the Dao.
Yet just as that strange Dao shadow reached the edge of the "grotto-heaven" and took one step beyond it, its phantom form suddenly scattered apart.
When he looked again, the phantom had returned to where it had been sitting cross-legged before.
"Little friend, come, come, come..." The strange Dao shadow seemed unwilling to give up. It rose again, walked to the edge of the bronze block, and repeatedly beckoned toward Li Qingyun.
The ancient ghostly shadow seemed able to sense Li Qingyun, the true master within the sword, and kept calling him little friend.
But how could Li Qingyun dare touch such an unknown horror? Alarmed, he hurriedly drove the Slaughtering Immortal Sword around the place.
This action seemed to displease the strange Dao shadow, and it let out a shrill howl:
"Why do you so disregard my goodwill, little friend?"
Upon that enormous Bronze Grotto-heaven, every ghostly shadow abruptly stopped what it was doing and turned in unison toward Li Qingyun.
All of them