Whether it was Old Crow or Di Tianluo, both were stunned at that moment.
Di Tianluo reacted quickly. She pressed a hand to her chest, as if trying to suppress something, but in the end, it was futile.
With a muffled groan, a spiritual radiance rose from behind her head. Amid the surging demonic qi of the nine-tiered platform, it paused slightly before unfurling like a painted scroll.
Beside her, Old Crow saw a magnificent scene of high cliffs and snowy waves, mountains winding like dragons.
The scenery did not move, yet its aura flowed on endlessly.
Within the scroll, layered and shifting sword intent could clearly be heard humming.
Could it be... Linggang Mountain?
Old Crow was certainly well-traveled and knowledgeable. At a glance, he recognized the origin of the scene before him, and from that, he saw even more.
He discovered that this was neither a simple recording nor an ongoing transformation, but the aftershock rippling out from a past "instant." The divine methods involved and the cultivation displayed gave him the feeling that the more he looked up, the higher it rose.
...Damn it!
The instant that thought surfaced, Old Crow realized that his mind had been overawed by it, and he had unknowingly fallen into the trap.
Now, it was as if he were watching a bizarre drama. The deeper he looked, the less he could understand what it truly meant. He could only return to the source of every question:
Why did Di Tianluo possess something so clearly a treasured artifact of sword cultivators... Right, she had gone to Sword Garden back then. It was said that she had obtained a treasure there, yet she had remained tight-lipped about it for years afterward.
It had to be this "scroll."
But what the hell was this