Lin Jiufeng's Immortal Slaying Sword Strike directly vaporized the four peak Ninth Restriction Ancestors of the Supreme Dao Sect, shocking the world.
At that moment, everyone near the Feather Transformation Sect saw that earth-shattering sword strike.
That sword qi, thirty thousand li long, stunned the world with its brilliance.
Splash, splash.
A torrential rain covered the world after that strike, washing away its lingering traces.
The sword qi that cleaved apart the Sky Dome had torn through the curtain of the world, but it was concealed by the rain. Otherwise, those who saw it would have been even more shaken.
Beneath the heavy rain, the world seemed tranquil.
Yet beneath that calm, undercurrents surged.
News of what had happened today, of the Supreme Dao Sect, and of that breathtaking sword strike spread like wildfire.
The surging spiritual energy also left many people astounded.
At this moment, quite a few people vaguely saw the curtain rising on a brand-new era before them.
This new era was incomparably radiant, incomparably dazzling.
But none of this had anything to do with Lin Jiufeng. After unleashing the Immortal Slaying Sword Strike, he continued living in seclusion within the Scripture Pavilion, brewing a pot of hot tea and savoring it slowly.
He was reliving it.
Not the taste of the tea, but the feeling of that sword strike.
Although Lin Jiufeng had comprehended the Sword Dao of Sword God Emperor Willow, it did not mean he had learned everything. Only by examining himself three times a day could he make steady progress.
"That strike just now should have touched upon the threshold of the Tenth Restriction." Lin Jiufeng was certain of it. If it had not touched the threshold of the Tenth Restriction, he could not have vaporized four peak Ninth Restriction experts with