Exploring the Blood Sea's depths in search of hidden ground, a lofty tower appeared, its saintly pressure crushing all heroes.
Half a laugh, half a curse, never ceasing, all because this sword was named Qingping.
Tongtian appeared directly. Today, this Reincarnation Pagoda was bound to be destroyed.
The several plans Li Changshou had developed along the way were swiftly adjusted into the most secure arrangement.
Today, he would brand the Incense God Kingdom as the opposite of righteousness. Whether the Heavenly Court directly intervened in the Three Thousand Worlds in the future or secretly operated through Lin Tian Hall, they would be able to claim the side of "righteousness."
The moment Li Changshou spoke the words "Incense God Kingdom," quite a few capable members of the Western Teachings changed expression.
Yet after saying this, Li Changshou turned around and bowed again to Lord Tongtian.
"Martial Uncle, before this debate, could you first sever the connection between that Reincarnation Pagoda and Heavenly Dao? Otherwise, if I curse them to my heart's content and this tower still turns into a Heavenly Dao treasure, that would be truly awkward."
Lord Tongtian narrowed his eyes and smiled. Saying, "Good," he casually brushed his right hand over the sheathed sword at his side.
Amid a clear sword cry, the Qingping Sword had already left its sheath.
The sword's body was like rippling water; its edge contained the ultimate Dao.
Seated upon the clouds, Lord Tongtian casually swung his sword. Sword, body, posture—all were so naturally harmonious.
The sword light unleashed by the Qingping Sword was at first no more than a dim, pale gray. It seemed incomparably slow, yet with every hundred zhang it flew, it gained a measure of sharpness and brightness. By the time it passed over the heads of the Saint disciples,