"Buzz!"
Sword intent rose, and the ruins stirred.
As the ancient tome beneath the Sword Dao Disk lit up with brilliant radiance, all three heavens above and below the Relics of the Gods trembled.
Above the nine heavens, the thirty million light swords that had come from the Galaxy quivered, fluttering and shifting before all coming to a halt in midair.
They did not seem disordered.
Instead, they appeared to secretly accord with the Great Dao, arrayed by decree into a sword formation that gave much food for thought.
Even the leading Nuxian Buddha Sword bloomed with an exceptionally dazzling radiance. Its blade clearly revealed excitement, and...
"Longing?"
Dao Qiongchang stood frozen.
For the first time, he felt the spirituality of the Buddha Sword Nuxian so deeply.
It was as though their compatibility had grown so high that they could undergo Heaven's Liberation, allowing him to see Nuxian's emotions with such clarity.
But no! Dao Qiongchang knew full well that was not it!
This sword had followed him for so long. Other than the slight reaction it had shown while purifying the Saint-Infant Bearing Plant...
This was the first time it had revealed such intense emotion! Dissatisfaction...
I refuse to accept this...
Grudge gave it to me, not to you!
Dao Qiongchang shook his head in a daze. After thirty years, he had thought time would smooth out the gap and make up for what he lacked.
He had even cultivated to become a Sword Dao Grandmaster.
Yet upon meeting again in battle—even before they had formally met—he had once more experienced the dominance of the former number one swordsman.
The oppression of the dead bore down on him, yet this time, Ba Zunan had not even drawn his sword? "More than twenty years, Nuxian!"
Dao Qiongchang shook his head