The information passed along corresponded precisely to the primary targets of Yu Ci and his companions.
The Heavy Artifact Sect leader was one, and the master of the Sunken Sword Cave was another.
"The Heavy Artifact Sect's position is relatively far forward, while Qu Wujie's shadow has just stabilized Lord Yuan Dao's dharma body and is forcefully breaking the seal!"
The information grew more explicit. Hearing this in his ear, Yu Ci hesitated slightly and asked, "Sword Immortal cultivation?"
"Without a Sword Immortal's seal of consciousness, how can one be called a Sword Immortal? Moreover, its origin sword intent is in severe conflict with Lord Yuan Dao's, and four out of ten parts of its power must be internally consumed. In this condition, without three to five years of adjustment, it won't improve... Of course, even if it's not a Sword Immortal, it still has sixty percent of its power, and wiping out everyone inside the sword garden is nothing."
Yu Ci curled his lips, and before he could reply, there was a bang in the darkness, sounding like a cork popping. The lingering echo reverberated in the dark, then blended with the wailing sound of the wind, spreading outward to accumulate and transform at the edges, turning mellow a moment later like thunder from the horizon—grand and distant.
Because the master of the Sunken Sword Cave was exhaling and inhaling primordial qi sharp as a precious blade, there was a risk of being slain within dozens of miles. Therefore, the cultivators all consciously separated themselves by a large safety distance. No one knew what kind of distortion the sound waves would undergo traveling nearly a hundred miles to reach this place, nor how much they would differ from the original sound, but as the roar rolled over, a much