"What... what's going on? What is he doing?" On the ground, everyone sensed that something was wrong. Chen Fan had suddenly become as if he had lost his soul, all fighting spirit gone.
"Could Liu Xun's Immortal Sword Art have frightened the soul out of him?"
"Perhaps. Liu Xun has merged the nine divine thunders into one with this strike. It is already one of his signature moves. Under such pressure, I fear even we would be suppressed to our knees if we approached, our Divine Souls scattered."
"No, Chen Fan doesn't look frightened. This state of his feels so familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before..."
After several breaths of silence, someone in the crowd suddenly cried out, "Wait, I remember now—an epiphany! He's actually comprehending the Immortal Sword Art!"
The moment those words came out, all the cultivators erupted in an uproar. Many stood agape, staring at Chen Fan as though they had seen something utterly shocking.
Chen Fan stood where he was, expressionless, his eyes slowly closing. His lips murmured softly, as though reciting some profound Dao incantation. The Eight Trigrams Sword Formation beneath his feet continued to spin madly, while the blue-white sharp sword in his hand bloomed with boundless radiance. Yet the overwhelming killing intent around him had vanished, and he had sunk into an enigmatic state. Everyone could see it—he was comprehending the Dao, comprehending the Dao of the Immortal Sword Art.
Whoosh!
At the same time, a streak of light suddenly swept through the distant sky, whistling toward the central region. Everyone turned to look, only to see a colossal vessel glittering in gold and jade. With its jeweled towers and golden halls, wreathed in white mist, the entire vessel looked like an immortal ship.
"What a magnificent immortal vessel!" many exclaimed in