Within the main hall of the Pure Profound Dao Palace, Zhang Yu sat upon a lotus throne. A point of spiritual light flickered between his brows, its gentle radiance forming a misty cloud of clear aura around him.
Within his consciousness, the Mystic Chaos Cicada hung high above. Beneath the illumination of this supreme treasure, streams of luminous aura continually flowed into the two swords contained there. The Cicada Cry and Skyshock swords still lay quietly dormant, yet wisps of flame-like aura were already spilling from their blades.
As their accumulated power had reached its later stage, they began attempting to break through the final barrier. Yet at this point, calling it a breakthrough was not quite accurate. From the very beginning, he had known that as long as his will remained steadfast and the conditions were present, success was certain. He would naturally be able to seize this Dao.
At first, the aura upon the swords drifted slowly. But as he steadily illuminated and transformed it, it gradually began to surge violently. Fine tremors rang out from the swords, followed by a clear, resounding sword cry that pierced straight into the spirit. Within the expanse of his consciousness, the two swords rose together and began circling head to tail.
An empty vortex formed between the two swords, as though all things were sinking into it. As they rotated, the two swords themselves sank into it together. That spot transformed into a collapsed hollow.
Yet after waiting a while longer, a point of light emerged from within that hollow. Then a sword radiance burst forth from it, seemingly capable of tearing apart the void and cleaving down all existence!
That sword radiance was reflected in Zhang Yu's eyes. The sword had clearly descended within his consciousness, yet to his senses,