At Moon-Watching Terrace on Small Bamboo Peak, Master Shuiyue stared at the sword intent soaring into the sky from the direction of the Ancestral Shrine. The expression on her face froze.
Her eyes were filled with shock.
Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
That aura...
The aura she had longed for over a hundred years, and also resented for a hundred years...
How could this be?
Wasn't he already dead?
Hadn't he long since turned to dust in that upheaval?
Why?
Why had his aura appeared in this world again?
Master Shuiyue's mind went blank.
Her heart was filled with countless questions.
But she had no more time to think.
She had to go.
She had to see with her own eyes whether the man who had haunted her dreams for a hundred years was truly still alive.
She no longer hesitated and drove her Cultivation to its utmost limit.
Meanwhile, before the Ancestral Shrine.
The figure dressed in gray cloth still stood there quietly.
The calm and composure that had been on his face were gone.
A soaring heroic spirit welled up within him.
It was as if he had returned to a hundred years ago.
Back to the days when he stood shoulder to shoulder with his closest friend, sword in hand, roaming the world and living free of grudges.
His blood had not yet grown cold.
His sword had not yet grown old.
He was still the white-robed Sword God who could make heaven and earth pale.
"Daoxuan."
He murmured the name, a complex look flashing through his eyes.
"I'm here."
As soon as the words fell, he no longer hesitated.
His figure left behind an afterimage.
His true form had already become a streak of white light, speeding toward Illusion Moon Cave Abode, now reduced to