Lu Xiaotian raised a hand slightly. The five formation flags suspended in midair blazed with spiritual light, blue radiance flowing across them. The blue shield formed by the grand formation was like a gigantic lid covering this stretch of sky, seemingly shutting out every threat. Yet Lu Xiaotian knew that Xiang Nanming was sure to come.
The vast water spiritual power above the cave dwelling where Xiang Qingcheng resided gradually dispersed, forming countless small swords, densely packed like the river of swords created when Xiang Qingcheng wielded her sword bracelet. Among them, the phantom of a Nascent Soul sat cross-legged with all five points of contact facing the sky. One hand rested on the knee of its left leg, while the other was held palm-up before its chest. Its expression was solemn and dignified. The pale blue Nascent Soul was not very clear, but it could just barely be recognized as Xiang Qingcheng.
The countless fine flying swords gathered from water spiritual power appeared to drift about chaotically in midair, but in truth they flowed slowly in an incredibly profound formation. While Lu Xiaotian's main Primordial Spirit presided over the array, his secondary Primordial Spirit focused all its attention on the ever-changing river of swords in the sky. Xiang Qingcheng was currently breaking through, and, moved by what she sensed, was practicing the sword Dao. Though the cultivation techniques Xiang Qingcheng and Lu Xiaotian practiced differed, they were both sword cultivators. The chance to witness another sword cultivator practicing the Great Dao was rare and precious, and Lu Xiaotian naturally wouldn't pass it up.
Lu Xiaotian appeared completely absorbed in watching the sword Dao practice, but he had not let down his guard for a moment against the surrounding mountains. If anything, he was even more vigilant than before.
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