Before the words had even faded, the whole world was shaken.
Everyone began talking at once. How old was Wang Xian, up there among the clouds?
How could he have already practiced the sword for a hundred years?
Could it be that this fellow really was a hundred-year-old monster?
Hu Keke sighed. "Teacher, could Wang Xian have spent the two-odd years he was gone somewhere above the Nine Heavens, living through a hundred years?"
At the Academy.
The blacksmith slapped the table. "How is that possible?"
Huangfu Xuanyuan sighed. "A hundred years honing a single sword—what a feat!"
At the Kunlun Sword Sect.
Donghuang Shuyu, standing in the square, asked, "Martial Uncle, where did Junior Brother spend a hundred years?"
Dongfang Nishang sighed softly. "You went to the imperial capital. He returned to the Daoist temple, and in that vanished scroll of the Heavenly Book, he endured a hundred years of loneliness all by himself!"
The Heavenly Book had split in two and vanished into the Divine Seas of her and her senior brother.
Even if she told everyone now, no one in the world could covet it anymore. She had nothing to fear.
Donghuang Shuyu jolted and stared at the sky, where dark clouds rolled. She froze.
Liu Xian'er looked up and couldn't help asking, "Sir, what is the Heavenly Book? Why could Brother Wang Xian enter it?"
Li Dalu smiled. "The Heavenly Book is a world of its own. But by the time Junior Brother left, it had already vanished..."
Li Dalu's words dispelled everyone's thoughts.
Since the Devil King was about to ascend to the heavens, it stood to reason that the Heavenly Book had vanished, too.
Holy crap!
That fellow had honed his sword for a hundred years in the Heavenly Book World. Who in the