The supreme, greatest, holiest Sword Intent rose from Jiang Chuan's body.
He held two fingers together like a sword, and dazzling sword light surged from between them, as though hundreds of millions of strands of divine light had condensed into being, illuminating the entire Cave Heaven World.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The Heavenly Dao Fruit was fully activated by Jiang Chuan. The Power of the Great Dao that formed the Primordial Cosmos—wind, thunder, annihilation, death, and more—descended from the heavens and flowed into the sword light at his fingertips.
"This sword!"
The Northern Desolate Sword Immortal's astonished voice came from within the giant cocoon.
"Is this your last words?" Jiang Chuan spoke again.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
As the Great Dao Principles filling the sky merged into it, controlled by the power of the sword light, they transformed into tens of millions of sword qi that emerged from the light at Jiang Chuan's fingertips. The sword qi intertwined, evolving into great stars of every color, like rivers of stars illuminating the black universe, all turned into sword qi by Jiang Chuan.
"Impossible! The Azure Sky Ancient Immortal could never have created such a sword art!"
As the startled voice fell, the giant cocoon exploded with a boom.
The Northern Desolate Sword Immortal stepped out of it. Dressed in snow-white robes untouched by a speck of dust, he resembled drifting white clouds.
His features were cold and sharp, his long hair cascading over his shoulders like a black waterfall. His deep eyes were like frigid pools, calm and unruffled, yet seemingly concealing endless stars and mysteries.
With skin as fair as jade, the Northern Desolate Sword Immortal looked like a flawless jade sculpture.
He seemed like a legend who had stepped out of myth itself, fulfilling every fantasy people held of a sword