"Are they fighting over that fruit?"
Mu Qing and the others concealed their forms and auras as they looked toward the mountaintop.
They could see two opposing forces on either side of the golden lake.
One side consisted of the Lich Clan. Among them were several powerful Nine-Tribulation Sovereigns. Each lich stood upon dark clouds, deathly aura coiling around their bodies. They wore lavish robes, and ghostfire burned within their eye sockets.
The other side consisted of Ghost Dragons, Nine-Infant Birds, and ghosts. Though they had fewer powerful members, their sheer numbers allowed them to contend with the Lich Clan.
It was rather strange. These creatures possessed little intelligence, yet they always seemed to appear everywhere.
"That should be the Sword Fruit!" Fang Ming transmitted quietly to the group.
He had previously seen relevant descriptions in the scripture within the stone chamber.
The Pure Yang Grand Formation's true purpose was to gather the power of countless divine swords and fuse it into a Pure Yang Sword Heart.
But this small world before them was merely one of the testing grounds used by the Pure Yang Sword Venerable in his early days.
In other words, the Pure Yang Grand Formation here was a half-finished product. It had absorbed the power of so many divine swords, yet failed to fuse them into a Pure Yang Sword Heart.
Still, with the power of so many divine swords gathered together, even if it had not succeeded, it had yielded something.
This Sword Fruit was that yield!
The half-finished Pure Yang Grand Formation had condensed a Sword Fruit, one that likewise contained incomparable power.
Unfortunately, it was not what the Pure Yang Sword Venerable wanted.
The Sword Fruit's power was indeed formidable, but to the Pure Yang Sword Venerable, a mighty Dharmakaya expert, it was