A Pair Courting Death!

The divine mountain beyond Qing Xuan Hut was shrouded year-round in Innate Spiritual Mist. Spiritual energy wound around its peaks like ribbons, and even the wind passed soundlessly through the treetops. Only the Dao Resonance of Xuan Qing's secluded cultivation within the hut stirred the air, resonating with the Heaven and Earth Laws in gentle harmony.

Then one day, a piercing whistle rang out across the sky. A concentrated streak of silver-white sword light cleaved down from deep within the sea of clouds.

So fierce was the strike that it tore through the mist above the mountain. Even the surrounding Innate Spiritual Qi was shredded by its wind into tiny, flickering sparks.

The instant the sword light struck the ground,

"Humm—!"

A sword cry shook the wilderness. Snow tumbled from the summit of Spirit Snow Mountain, and the innate creatures in its valleys fled in panic. Where the sword light had landed stood a figure in black, Sword Dao Law surging around him like a tide.

He held a Long Sword across his body. Its blade seemed forged from Innate Cold Soul Crystal, its luminous white surface gleaming with cold silver light. Fine Innate Dao Patterns were engraved along its spine, while a wisp of condensed Innate Gang Qi formed its tassel, stirring without wind.

"Jian Chen, why are you running? You can't even have a proper fight!"

An ethereal voice echoed between heaven and earth.

A cold gleam flashed in Jian Chen's eyes. The Cold Edge Sky-Splitting Sword trembled in his hand, its clear cry scattering the sluggish spiritual energy around him. He spun, his black robes snapping in the fierce wind.

The sea of clouds behind him split open, and a stream of silver light hurtled through the gap, carrying Illusion Dao Law across the sky.

Silver radiance