This completely enraged Xiang Liu. Its nine heads rose in unison, eighteen pupils swelling with Eerie Light as they locked onto Ying Long. Poison sprayed backward like a cascading waterfall. The divine dragon hastily urged his protective divine radiance onward and swept his tail, soaring into the sky. He narrowly avoided most of it, but several drops still splashed onto the barrier of light. Hissing sounds rang out as the shield burned through several holes, scorching flesh and splitting skin with agony. The divine dragon hurriedly descended, transformed into human form, and took out an immortal medicine to apply to the wounds. A cool, refreshing energy coursed through his body, and the pain vanished at once.
The two sides fought several more rounds, but neither could achieve complete victory, and they had no choice but to retreat for the time being. Just as everyone was fretting anxiously, the sacred images of the Three Sovereigns suddenly blazed with light. A magnificent pillar of radiance descended from the heavens, enveloping the stone statues within it. Then a divine sword cleaved down from the highest heavens and landed steadily in Da Yu's grasp.
Da Yu focused his gaze on it. One side of the blade was engraved with the cycles of the sun, moon, and stars; the other was embossed with scenes of mountains, rivers, plants, and trees brimming with life. One side of the hilt bore fine carvings depicting the methods of farming and animal husbandry, while the other was densely covered with strategies for uniting the four seas under one rule.
While he was still startled and puzzled, the divine dragon beside him suddenly cried out, "This is the sword once carried by Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan! The Human Emperor's Sacred Artifact—the Xuanyuan Sword!" Da Yu's heart shook, and he was overjoyed.