Back in the Sword Garden, at the source of the Boundary River, the leading roles had been played by the very greatest figures: Qu Wujie, Shadow Ghost, Yu Qing Xuan, the Rakshasa Ghost King, the Great Brahma Demon King, and the like.
There, Yu Ci could only be said to have beaten the drum from the sidelines under Xing Tian's impetus.
As for the cultivators who had charged into the source of the Boundary River alongside him, they did not even qualify as spectators. And among that group, if ranks had to be divided into high and low, there was no question that Di Tianluo had gained the most.
She had been the first to seize Qu Wujie's collection and retreat with her whole body intact.
Sword Immortals did not seek beyond themselves. Anything that could catch their eye undoubtedly possessed immense value... and power.
Especially at the time, when Shadow Ghost, still the "master of the Sunken Sword Cave," had possessed Sword Immortal Yuan Dao's dharma body and wreaked havoc. Any magic treasure that had escaped that round of calamity was bound to possess extraordinary spirituality and might.
Yu Ci could not help thinking:
Could this painting scroll be that magic treasure?
As the scroll unfurled, it opened a skylight in the Corrosive Domain. Spiritual light leaped proudly into the sky, visible across a radius of thousands of miles.
But the problem was that Bao Yun could no longer keep watching. Ninety-nine percent of those nearby... to put it bluntly, everyone except Yu Ci, could not look directly at it.
The sword intent contained within the scroll rejected all external force.
Perhaps what lay upon the scroll truly was Linggang Mountain at a certain moment.
The pale blue sky, the snow-white waves, the weighty mountain rocks—none should have possessed