Outside the White Pagoda, beneath the trees.
The white-bearded old man quietly gazed at the sky, as if watching that sword spanning the heavens and earth.
Then he glanced at the black sword in Wang Xian's hand.
The old man had the illusion that the black inscriptions on this black sword could come alive at any moment.
He even suspected that this was a sword from the Demon Realm—a legendary demonic sword.
The old man truly could not understand why a youth from the lower realm would possess an object from the Demon Realm. And not just any object, but a long sword exuding an eerie aura.
One had to know that even on the battlefield, swords like this rarely appeared.
Judging by appearance alone, the black longsword in Wang Xian's hand was undoubtedly more terrifying than the Phoenix Sword in the girl's grasp.
A single unintentional glance was enough to leave one inexplicably shaken.
At this moment, the old man seemed to understand why the youth before him had fearlessly entered this Sword Tower.
A sword could draw talismans in the void. Could it possibly split open this White Pagoda standing between heaven and earth with a single stroke?
"Hopefully, you won't surprise me."
The old man looked at the sword descending from the horizon toward Wang Xian and drew a deep breath.
It was as if the drifting flowers and fallen leaves near the White Pagoda had been swept up by a whirlwind with his breath, rushing into the world within the tower.
The bluestones in the square before the old man's eyes instantly cracked and screeched. Before that sword had even fallen, countless bluestones had already shattered completely.
It was as if the phoenix circling in the void had drawn the flames between heaven and earth into