Under the dim twilight, the beast tide resembled a black ocean. Before it, a white figure returned amid blue radiance, as though she had never left at all.
High in the sky, the master of that sword light had already clashed with the strongest great wyrm.
At that moment, wild winds rose.
Someone cried out. In the face of death, they saw the figure advancing with a sword in hand. He gripped the Nameless Immortal Sword in his right hand, divine radiance blooming from his body. His power was still climbing, yet no matter how much it rose, he was still only a cultivator of the Transforming Dragon realm.
"Old Chen! It's Old Chen!" Bai Ningbing's gaze was sharp as he spotted that figure from afar.
"We're saved..."
His voice rang across the altar steeped in terror. Many cultivators seized upon a sliver of hope amid their dread, as if clutching a lifeline in a raging storm.
But!
When they saw that figure clearly, crushing disappointment shattered their last hope of survival like a massive hammer.
Because he was only a Transforming Dragon realm cultivator...
Lu Junchu descended. Across the bluestone avenue stretching several thousand meters, she looked at the Phoenix Cry cultivators on the Five-Colored Altar and the terrifying black beast tide flooding in from all directions. It was a magnificent yet horrifying sight, and at last, regret appeared on her face.
What she regretted, no one knew.
"Do you believe in fate?"
Lu Junchu slowly walked alongside Chen Qiye. Blue Calamity hummed sharply, as though soaring battle intent burned within it.
Chen Qiye looked upon the black sea covering heaven and earth, and the brilliant flashes produced by the continuous clashes in the sky. Gradually, the divine radiance transformed into a single sword.
"I believe fate exists, but