A Poem, a Sword; A Sword, a Song!
If this was not Ba Zunan, then what was it?
Sheng Xin's expression grew even more solemn. Even though He knew that if Ba Zunan had truly come in person, he could not possibly have brought the Ancestral God Law-Extinguishing Tribulation with him.
Yet the oppressive feeling brought by that one-step Zeroing still lingered. Even if the distant figure was only thirty percent similar, it was enough to throw one's mind into turmoil.
Clang!
Before anyone could think further, the cry of a sword rang out beyond the heavens.
Two frosty paths coming from the Eastern Region cleaved heaven from earth, opening up a blank space between them.
From afar, a figure in a green robe and white gown seemed to appear in the middle, walking upon the clouds as he drew near, yet giving no one the time to see his face clearly.
With merely a wave of his hand—
The names of countless spirit swords, the surging power of Famous Swords—
Answered the summons of the Sword Hemp upon the Ancestor Tree, condensing behind him into a frost giant sword suspended in the sky, completely drawing everyone's attention to it.
"No-Sword Technique, third realm—Frost Blows Over the Mountain!"
Third realm!
Undeniably the power of the third realm, reaching the level of combat strength of an Ancestor God.
After Ba Zunan's Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns and World-Toppling Sword Bone, this was another third-realm sword that stunned the world with its brilliance.
It condensed above the Burial Sword Tomb in the Eastern Region, creating being from nothing. Then, as endless frost swept toward the Central Region like the roar of dragons, the giant sword shattered into the wind and vanished.
When it appeared again, it had already crossed the vast