The Four Swords of Zhuxian were top-notch killing Spirit Treasures of the Primordial Wilderness;
Their murderous aura seemed to breathe, interwoven with echoes of the Sword Dao.
"Good! What a Bei Ming! To possess such strength."
Tongtian gazed at the distant heavens. Amid his admiration, there was also a trace of regret:
"Of the Three Treasures of Creation, Eldest Brother obtained the Taiji Diagram, Second Brother controls the Pangu Banner, but unfortunately, the Chaos Bell fell into Tai Yi's hands.
Fortunately, I have the Zhuxian Sword Formation. It suits both My Sword Dao and my Formation Dao.
I truly wish to test myself against them and prove the sharpness of my sword."
His newly accepted disciple, Jin Ling, stood to one side. With handsome features and a clear voice, he said:
"Master's Zhuxian Sword Formation can stand against many alone. It is invincible beneath Heaven and Earth!"
"Hahaha—" Tongtian laughed heartily, his robes billowing as sword intent soared into the sky.
"We sword cultivators should possess the Qi Po to charge forward without hesitation, with none beneath Heaven and Earth able to stand against us!"
Yuanshi and Tongtian's travels continued as they always had;
Sometimes climbing mountains and viewing seas, sometimes entering the wild and desolate lands in search of spiritual treasures, taking in the scenery of the Primordial Wilderness, seeking opportunities within Heaven and Earth, and living freely as immortals.
Only Laozi behaved differently.
He concealed his cultivation, wore a bamboo hat, and dressed plainly. Even the Panlong Bian Guai in his hand had transformed into an ordinary old wooden staff.
Laozi walked at an unhurried pace through the mountains and rivers of the Primordial Wilderness;
His gaze no longer looked down from on high, but met the world levelly as he observed the warmth and coldness of all