That Sword's Splendor (Two Updates; Please Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

Blue, scarlet, yellow, white, black, green, purple, red, and indigo—nine colors soared into the sky, reaching beyond the blue firmament and probing the depths of the earth. They were exquisitely beautiful and utterly real, like a misting rain, like ever-shifting clouds, radiating a boundless, lofty grandeur.

Nine colors—azure, crimson, yellow, white, black, green, purple, red, and deep blue—soared into the sky, reaching beyond the Azure Nether and plunging deep beneath the earth. They were beautiful and true beyond compare, like misty rain, shifting like clouds, and radiating an immense, lofty presence.

A mighty, sacred aura traveled along the nine-colored passage, coming from far above the Ninth Heaven. Before it even drew near, Meng Qi's body and mind trembled. He felt an urge to prostrate himself and could summon no will to resist.

The majesty of a deity, the wonder of incense and fire!

In a murky, shadowy haze, Meng Qi's Indestructible Yuan Shi Aspect seemed to contract to a single point, yet also spread throughout his awareness, taking its place between his brows and holding back the pressure of the Incense and Fire Prayer Power and divine majesty.

Meng Qi quickly regained his senses. The chill in his heart was instantly replaced by heat, his fighting spirit blazing as his eyes filled with the resolve to fight to the death.

So what if a deity descended? Better to die standing, without a whole corpse, than to kneel and drag out a miserable existence!

When a man died, his bird faced the sky; if he didn't die, he'd live ten thousand years. What was there to fear?

His body swelled until it seemed to prop up heaven and earth, his aura stirring the world. Muscles rippled across his back, and two arms suddenly sprouted. All four hands wielded a sword in