The sword sang with a clear, resonant note as a streak of radiance sprang forth from the beginning of the bottomless abyss.
It was as if the firmament had been hung upside down, with flowing light cascading inch by inch and pouring toward the mortal realm.
Only those standing at the absolute summit could detect the mystery within that radiance... It seemed to be chasing the trail of the tornado that had shot into the heavens earlier.
Could it be that this was the true miracle of the day?
The radiance had only just appeared when Dongfang Nishang could not help crying out in shock. Nangong Feiyan's expression changed as well.
In an instant, the two women could not help screaming in unison, "The Coiling Dragon Divine Sword!"
"How is this possible?"
Donghuang Mingyuan strode swiftly out from the crowd. Gazing at the radiance soaring into the heavens, he cried out in disbelief, "The Desolate Heaven Divine Sword—how could it appear here?"
The Divine Sword that had vanished from the Eastern Phoenix Clan for hundreds of years had actually appeared here. How could he not be shocked?
Under the gazes of countless people, a Divine Sword shot through the air!
As the sword rotated, it was sometimes dazzling with golden light and sometimes wreathed in azure radiance. An artistic conception passed down through the ages surged toward them.
Whether it was the peerless experts who had always yearned for the Coiling Dragon Divine Sword, such as Dongfang Nishang and Nangong Feiyan, the elders and disciples of the Eastern Phoenix Family, or even Bai Zhentian, all of them were dumbstruck.
Even the Old Daoist before the temple was rooted to the spot...
Wang Xian had never told him that his master, Yang Wanjin, in the Nine Heavens, had actually persuaded a