Feather Plume

Beneath the dark sky, the Yang Family Ancestor sat cross-legged. As he breathed in and out, dense black clouds floated above his head. Thunder rumbled, and violet lightning flashed, instantly illuminating the pitch-black night.

The Thunder Collapse Sword floating beside the Yang Family Ancestor immediately shot into the sky, weaving through the dense clouds. All the violet lightning surging across the clouds' surface was absorbed by it, and the dark night descended once more.

Crack!

Moments later, the Thunder Collapse Sword, radiating violet lightning, tore through the air and returned before the Yang Family Ancestor.

All the violet lightning contained within the sword entered the Yang Family Ancestor's body. As the immense violet lightning entered him, his expression shifted. He immediately guided it into his dantian to make up for his injured Nascent Soul.

When the Thunder Collapse Sword returned, the violet lightning on its blade immediately illuminated Immortal Lingdu's face.

Immortal Lingdu, whose bearing had once been so heroic, was now somewhat pale. Beads of sweat even trickled down from his temples. His eyes were bloodshot, while his ten pale fingers continued to pluck the zither strings.

His ten fingers abruptly stopped, and the music came to a sudden halt. Immortal Lingdu raised his pale face, his bloodshot gaze sweeping over the pale golden shield covering Ye Tian's body.

"Feather! Plume!"

Immortal Lingdu softly spoke the three words.

A gust of wind suddenly swept past. More than a hundred silver feathers before Immortal Lingdu drifted into the air and all flew toward Ye Tian. The first six silver feathers to rush ahead burst with dazzling silver light the instant they touched the pale golden shield on Ye Tian's body.

The soft silver feathers swayed in the wind, emitting a bright silver glow and appearing exquisitely beautiful. Yet at the