Moye is Born

This sword chime carried an almost crazed ecstasy.

The entire sword body seemed unable to stop itself from bursting out of the Heaven Treading Ring, yearning to embrace the longsword within that radiance.

"Moye!"

Chen Changqing murmured softly, a sharp gleam flickering in his eyes.

He could naturally sense that the sword responding from within the light was the Moye Sword he had dreamed of obtaining.

Yet Chen Changqing did not rush toward the sword platform at once.

That was because this plaza had already gathered a great many cultivators.

Looking around, heads packed the area in a dark mass. There were no fewer than a thousand cultivators assembled here.

Some stood in groups of three or five, while others stood alone, their cultivation levels varying widely.

At the outermost edge were mostly Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. Their expressions were calm, but their gazes burned as they stared at the ball of light upon the sword platform.

It was plain to see that they had all come merely to watch the excitement.

Further in stood Spirit Transformation cultivators, each with a steady aura.

Closer still, near the sword platform, were several dozen figures with even more powerful auras.

Every one of them was a Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivator.

They belonged to different factions and maintained a subtle distance from one another—neither too close nor too far.

At a glance, they looked like dozens of ferocious beasts lurking in the shadows, waiting for the moment their prey appeared.

At the spot closest to the sword platform stood two proud figures.

The auras emanating from these two overshadowed everyone present.

Even a slight sense of them was enough to make one shudder with cold dread.

Their True Monarch Realm cultivation was displayed without the slightest concealment.

The man on the left was