Under the Preaching Squad's gaze.
The Heaven-Reaching River they could not cross suddenly stopped, no longer flowing.
A breath earlier, it had still been roaring.
Hundreds of millions of streams of sword qi had surged through it.
Breaking, then reconnecting.
Reconnecting, then breaking.
A breath later.
It was all gone.
The sound was gone.
The wind was gone.
Even the faint hiss of blade qi slicing through the sky was gone.
The illusory shadow emerged from the turtle shell and stood at the river's heart.
She looked somewhat like the one the True Martial Seven Severing Formation had condensed back then, yet there were still slight differences.
That illusory shadow stood at the river's heart.
Dark robes.
Loose hair.
She merely raised her right hand.
And lifted it upward.
All the Heaven-Reaching River's power was drawn out.
The Tongtian River instantly split into seven streams.
Seven beams of sword light.
They circled between heaven and earth.
Each one was a sword.
Inside each sword, a stretch of river was sealed.
The water still flowed.
The sword qi still surged.
Zhu Bajie's mouth hung open for a long while.
At last, it closed.
Then opened again.
"Old Killer."
He spoke quietly.
"I counted."
"Seven."
"Mm."
"Seven swords."
"Split off from a single river."
Little White Dragon's dragon eyes widened slightly.
"Old Killer, you set up the True Martial Seven Severing Formation before us. This one seems like it could be called the True Martial Seven Severing Sword."
Tang Sanzang nodded.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerate."
"It really does."
Sun Wukong gazed at the scene before him, fire flickering in his eyes.
"Old Killer made the Heaven-Reaching River reveal its second form, evolving into the True Martial Seven Severing Sword. Now the Heaven-Reaching River's completely gone. Why would we still need to find a