The high-altitude celestial vault could not possibly be truly quiet, but the intense contrast of sound, light, and color simply gave people that impression.
What kind of mischief was Yu Ci pulling?
This was everyone's first thought. Yet right before their eyes, the power of the Xuan Huang Killing Sword vanished in that very instant, and the Zi Wu Magnetic Mountain continued to plummet. Without the sea of blood to break its fall, its speed multiplied by more than a fold.
Song Gongyuan let out a piercing shriek, using a sect secret technique to sound an alert. Things currently looked like they were heading toward the best-case scenario, but the situation was so bizarre that, for safety's sake, he naturally had to be on guard.
Gu Zhi suddenly spoke, "Perhaps he has been subdued."
Zhu Wanxiang glanced coldly at him without responding. Judging by recent rumors, that Yu Ci had already wielded the Xuan Huang Killing Sword to fend off enemies back in the Sword Garden, so it was not entirely impossible.
However, Zhu Wanxiang believed that this matter lacked sufficient weight; Ancestor Gu Liang's will and methods would not be affected by it.
After giving the warning, Song Gongyuan was affected by the magnetic mountain's formation and could no longer sense the Xuan Huang Killing Sword, so he raised his voice and called out, "Brother Mingchu, are you there or not?"
At this moment, the most sensitive person was Ma Mingchu, who stood steadily atop the magnetic mountain, manipulating its talismanic arts. He gave an affirmative reply as well, "Still here!"
Zhu Wanxiang and Song Gongyuan exchanged a glance and nodded. Song Gongyuan shouted, "Brother Mingchu, guide my eyes!"
He finally released the Xuan Li Sword, using Ma Mingchu to pinpoint the location. In just a split second, another