The young Emperor Jun Cheng had broken free from the shackles of his aged Dao body. After borrowing a body through the fish of the Ultimate Dao, his movements became ethereal and otherworldly. He stepped across the clouds and sang through the sky, making people feel as though they had entered a mirage together with him.
The descendants of the Di family on the ground all watched with rapt attention, afraid they might miss their old ancestor's sword dance. The swordsmanship of the Di family's old ancestor was indeed exquisitely profound!
Di Suntu and Madam Di were both deeply moved. It seemed that the Di family's old ancestor had not truly performed the Sword Song in many years, and only now, relying on this Taiji Diagram, could he borrow a body to fight with the sword. This was an exceptionally rare opportunity.
The old ancestor's intention in gathering all the descendants and elites here was already obvious: he wanted everyone to witness the most exquisite clash of sword techniques. With such insight, once they reached a certain level years later, it might become a reference point for breaking through their own bottlenecks!
The more talented the descendants were, the brighter the light in their eyes shone. This was especially true of Di Yiqin, who stood behind my Dao body. At that moment, her beautiful eyes did not blink once. She had entered a state of meditation on an entirely different level.
Emperor Jun Cheng's sword realm formed amid a gust of wind. White snow kept falling from the dim sky. Before long, the roofs of Di Mountain Sword Gate were draped in patches of white. Beneath this quiet and desolate scenery, his figure danced through every direction of the sword realm. At Sword Gate, he danced his sword in a