Return to the Real World

Above Emei Golden Summit, numerous disciples gathered.

Almost all Emei disciples made the same motion, raising their brows to look up into the sky to watch those two direct their swords to meet.

The sky began to churn with a mighty force, and fine, gauze-like white clouds transformed into gloomy dark clouds that rolled across, gradually blocking the azure canopy of heaven, carrying a distinct premonition of an impending storm.

Li Yingqi guided the Heavenly Strike Sword, and Chang Kong Wuji guided the Thunderflame Sword, with a purple light and a cyan light rapidly cutting through the thick, dark clouds.

Duan Lei, who had been sitting on the ground, stood up in an instant.

Dan Chenzi raised his head high.

From beginning to end, Xuan Tianzong gazed fixedly at the white figure ahead of the purple-red light, his expression calm and his lips pressed together, though his features had long since been weathered by two hundred years of trials.

No one could tell what he was thinking or what expression he wore.

Cheng Letian also stared blankly at the sky, lost in thought.

"Rumble..."

Though it had just been a clear sky for thousands of miles, it was now pressed down by dark clouds, and to top it off, rolling thunderous sounds echoed through the air, shaking people's souls.

This moment was so magnificent, simply the power of heavenly gods!

An Yang arrived swiftly holding the Green Jade Ancient Sword, landing on the Golden Summit with a bang as he demanded, "Dan Chenzi, what is going on here? Why are they merging their swords right now?"

Dan Chenzi shook his head. "It's complicated to explain!"

"Then make it short!"

"It's too late."

"Hiss!"

An Yang took a deep breath and looked up overhead.

Though he did not interfere in the