Moye Emerges

This sword cry carried a near-mad ecstasy.

The entire sword body seemed unable to stop itself from bursting out of the Heaven-Stepping Ring, yearning to embrace the longsword within that radiance.

"Moye!"

Chen Changqing murmured softly, a sharp gleam flickering in his eyes.

He could naturally sense that, answering the light, was the Moye Sword he had dreamed of obtaining.

However, Chen Changqing did not immediately rush toward the Sword Platform.

That was because the plaza had already gathered countless cultivators.

Looking out, a sea of dark heads surged and shifted. There were no fewer than a thousand cultivators assembled here.

These cultivators stood either in groups of three or five, or alone, their cultivation levels varying greatly.

Most of those on the outermost edge were Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. Their expressions were calm, yet their gazes burned as they stared at the ball of light atop the Sword Platform.

It was not difficult to see that they had all come merely to watch the spectacle.

Further inward stood Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators, each with a steady aura.

Closer still to the Sword Platform were several dozen figures whose auras were even more powerful.

Every one of them was a Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator.

They belonged to different factions and maintained a subtle distance from one another, neither drawing close nor staying too far apart.

At a glance, they looked like dozens of fierce beasts lurking in the shadows, waiting for the moment their prey appeared.

At the spot closest to the Sword Platform stood two proud figures.

The auras radiating from these two eclipsed everyone present.

Even the slightest attempt to sense them made one shudder uncontrollably.

Their True Lord Realm cultivation was laid bare without concealment.

The man on the left was broad and powerfully built, with a