One Thought, a Hundred Years

Fifty years?

Chen Fan's mouth twitched. Speechless, he said, "Perhaps it was because I'd had similar thoughts before, so I was able to do it so quickly this time..."

He had not expected the fusion of the four swords to be so difficult that Yang believed it would take fifty years to reach this level...

In truth, if not for Chen Fan's idle cultivation talent.

If he had truly tried it himself, let alone fifty years, he would not have reached his current level even in a hundred years.

There were simply too many things to consider and worry about.

Yang shook his head, but said nothing more. Two pairs of pure white wings suddenly extended from behind him, and his body soared high into the air, hovering at the center of the great hall.

Golden light blazed brilliantly.

Chen Fan shuddered all over, sensing the boundless majesty emanating from Yang.

In that instant, Yang seemed somehow different from before.

Yang looked down at Chen Fan, his voice emerging from within the golden light:

"When I created the Primordial Sword, I too made a wish—that those beneath the ultimate realm might, through this sword, gain the possibility of challenging the ultimate..."

"But regrettably, even I had not comprehended the four fundamental elements of earth, fire, water, and wind, along with the five Great Daos of the Sword Dao. I had not taken the final step in this divine ability, and thus could not know the true upper limit of this sword art..."

Chen Fan froze, instantly stunned. He swallowed hard.

"So this divine ability was created by you, Senior?!"

No wonder that the moment he had seen Yang, Chen Fan had felt something similar to when he had comprehended the Primordial Sword in the Divine Abilities Hall...

Chen Fan also