Sword Saint Zhao's soul swept through the void and returned to his courtyard.
Baili Qingfeng knew that he would probably be leaving for quite a long time.
Passing on his teachings to three thousand disciples was no simple matter.
Fortunately, with Sword Saint Zhao's current cultivation realm, so long as he did not go to the Twin Moon World, there was no one in this vast world who could threaten his safety.
Moreover, once the people of the world learned that he intended to spread his teachings throughout the land, they would definitely follow in his footsteps one after another. If everything went smoothly, they would probably see results in a few years.
After seeing Sword Saint Zhao off, Baili Qingfeng took a quick bath, changed his clothes, and then arrived at the Cultivation Room. He shifted his attention to the phantom image of the Giant Sword suppressed within his mental world.
"Supreme Divine Sword!"
Baili Qingfeng looked at the phantom image of the Giant Sword, recalling the appearance of Xiao Zhu condensing a sword-shaped soul, as well as the cultivation experience concerning souls that Sword Saint Zhao had imparted to him long ago...
The next moment, all the stars in the Star Realm he had transformed into trembled simultaneously. In particular, the sixteen stars formed from his own sixteen mental stars shone with ten thousand rays of starlight, carrying an immensely powerful penetrating force as they seeped into and poured toward the phantom image of the Giant Sword.
As vast amounts of starlight poured in, the phantom image of the Giant Sword seemed to come alive, producing a powerful repulsive force. The power within it seemed ready to erupt completely, blasting itself—and even the Star Realm formed from his mental world—into utter fragments.
Yet before the force within the