In the Ancient Battlefield, cold winds howled. In the frigid night, sword light shot into the heavens, magnificent and dazzling, impossible to look at directly.
Nirvana reappeared—the sole pinnacle. Wherever the rain of swords passed, mountains crumbled and rocks split, everything in sight reduced to nothingness.
A sword rarely seen in this world possessed boundless majesty. Its radiance illuminated the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, plunging ten thousand miles into ruin.
As the sword move arrived, Yue Zhinv's expression tightened slightly. The divine sword in her hand blazed with silver light as the Inverted Water Moon absorbed the spiritual splendor of heaven and earth. In an instant, the void overturned and all phenomena hung upside down.
An inconceivable power affected layer after layer of sword light, scattering them in every direction.
Bang! With a tremendous shock, the final layers of sword light reached her. Yue Zhinv raised her sword to block the attack, and amid rumbling tremors, she slid back more than a dozen yards.
The red umbrella fell to the ground, gathering a trace of dust. Beneath the moonlight, the beauty whose loveliness resembled a painting had her black hair flutter upward. Moonlight coiled around her body as her cultivation surged severalfold in an instant.
Yue Zhinv looked toward the bright moon in the sky, her brows faintly furrowed. A moment later, she stepped aside and picked up the red umbrella again.
The paper umbrella blocked out the moonlight, and the cultivation erupting from Yue Zhinv's body gradually subsided, returning to normal.
During that brief interval, all the intent of battle had vanished. Not far away, Ning Chen did not seize the chance to launch a sneak attack. He quietly waited for the second round.
Just as the battle was about to resume, Yue Zhinv's expression changed slightly. With