Wang Xuan raised his right hand, and the Frost-Ling Sword tore through the air, landing steadily in his palm. Red and blue streams of light flowed across the blade, intertwining with one another.
Vast True Essence poured into the sword without the slightest obstruction. The Frost-Ling Sword suddenly trembled and let out a clear sword cry.
With a thought from Wang Xuan, the two great sword techniques, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin and Sword Separating the World, were activated at the same time. The condensed restraint of the inner sword qi and the sharp ferocity of the outer sword qi violently collided, merged, and condensed upon the blade's edge, shedding all superfluous sharpness until they became a faint silver sword line as thin as a hair, nearly invisible to the naked eye.
"Sword Separating the World!"
As his low shout fell, the sword line suddenly slashed out.
In an instant, the space before Wang Xuan seemed like brocade viciously torn apart by an invisible giant hand. A pitch-black fissure snaked out from before him, stretching all the way to the heavens.
The fissure continued widening and deepening. Within the black Void, jade pavilions and celestial towers could vaguely be seen, surrounded by auspicious clouds and dense immortal aura. It was the Immortal Realm occupied by the Royal Clan. At this moment, the Heavenly Gate had been forcibly cleaved open by his sword.
The moment the fissure stabilized, several furious roars exploded from behind the Heavenly Gate, shaking the air between heaven and earth into turmoil and scattering the clouds.
"Insolence!"
"Who dares invade the Immortal Realm of my Royal Clan?!"
Cold, stern rebukes echoed through heaven and earth. Figures stepped through the air from within the Heavenly Gate, men and women alike clad in magnificent golden robes. The Royal