The residual rules of the Wushuang Sword were a form of dimensional suppression.
Therefore, Different people saw entirely different scenes when they sought enlightenment from the Wushuang Sword.
At the very center, Sword Qi was at its densest, the rules available for comprehension were richer, and the likelihood of gaining something was likewise highest.
Unfortunately, not a single person could walk directly inside.
Even the great powers of the Supreme Realm could only stand at the edge of the central region and glimpse it from afar.
Even so, they did not dare stare at it for too long.
One careless moment could pierce their pupils and shatter their spiritual sense.
The outer regions were likewise fraught with danger.
How could mortals possibly comprehend a sword strike capable of cleaving the heavens?
On the open viewing platform within the designated area, an elder of the Wuya Sect repeatedly reminded everyone, "Know your limits. Remember, you must never look at it directly. You may only use your divine consciousness to probe forward little by little. However many rules you comprehend is your own fortune, and it will benefit your cultivation immensely in the future."
An old man sat with his eyes closed, resting his mind.
He was the owner of the ranking list, a man from some mysterious force within Supreme Heaven.
Legend had it that the Fenghua Ranking was also the handiwork of that mysterious force.
The mysterious golden Nine-Dragon token at the old man's waist was the symbol of this organization.
A scream suddenly rang out ahead.
A young man abruptly clutched his eyes and collapsed to the ground in agony. Chilling blood continuously seeped through his fingers as he screamed without pause. His cries sounded more like the delirious muttering of someone completely lost in an illusion, and his