The enormous ancient hall stood solemn and austere. On the obsidian wall directly ahead were two large characters in dragon script: Divine Firmament.
The silver dragon-script characters were extraordinarily intricate, yet they were actually formed from sword after sword pieced together.
The two enormous dragon-script characters, each spanning a hundred zhang square, had used at least several hundred thousand swords.
The moment Gao Xian entered Divine Firmament Hall, he was awed by those two characters.
Though they were clearly dragon-script runes, Sword Qi surged through them in every direction—vast and mighty, yet containing the transformations of yin and yang.
Truly, they blazed like the sun and shone bright as the moon.
As a sword cultivator, Gao Xian considered himself rather accomplished in the way of the sword. Yet before these two characters condensed from countless swords, he was instantly overwhelmed by their sword intent.
Even Sister Lan emerged from the depths of his sea of consciousness. The mighty, pure-yang Taixuan Divine Image was firmly suppressed by that sword intent, powerful as the sun at its fullness and waning like the moon.
At that critical moment, Gao Xian united his three primordial spirits, transforming even the pure-yang power of the Taixuan Divine Image into power for the Taiyuan Divine Image. Having brought the Great Net God Transmutation Scripture to perfected grandmaster level, he could freely transform the power of his primordial spirits.
Even though the Taixuan Divine Image was a pure-yang Yang Spirit, it had to be converted into the Taiyuan Divine Image at this moment. This meant that, in terms of Dharmic power, the Taiyuan Divine Image had already reached the level of a pure-yang Yang Spirit.
Naturally, this was still vastly different from truly refining pure yang. If the Taiyuan Divine Image attained the Dao of the Yang Spirit,