The heavens collapsed and the earth split apart. The gold-and-water of the Jade Pool dried up, and it was on the verge of breaking apart.
Sword light crisscrossed and swept in all directions, seemingly formed from countless tiny sword formations. It had nearly moved the mountain-protecting formation directly here, enveloping Guerduo and isolating him from the Haotian Mirror Core Shard.
More than ten years later, Guerduo once again faced this familiar yet unfamiliar One Sword Forms a Formation. He sensed a world being born within it, its vast power far surpassing what it had been back then.
This was a realm bordering on the level of a Heavenly Immortal.
Without the support of a Peerless Divine Weapon, and with his primary cultivation art not being supreme, Master Lu had actually reached this level so quickly!
If their positions were reversed, even if he had not suffered grievous injuries in the past and had only his true spirit remaining, more than ten years might still not have been enough to raise him to a level bordering on that of a Heavenly Immortal—unless the Heaven Punishing Axe awakened further and reached the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm.
Extreme in Emotion, Extreme in Sword. One heart for one person, a whole lifetime. Was this the might of someone who had forged his own path?
Guerduo felt neither jealousy nor dejection. He could only admire Master Lu deeply, because he absolutely could not have done it.
What a pity. You encountered me in the Nine Heavens. Otherwise, even with the aid of the Heaven Punishing Axe, you could have held your own against me with nothing but yourself and your sword...
Having no friends was lonely. But if one did not even have an enemy worthy of attention, then it was not merely