The sword light had taken only a dozen or so breaths from appearing to striking the ground.
The towering peak, ten thousand zhang high, continually collapsed. With that single sword strike, nearly half of it had been cleaved away. The falling rocks kicked up dust that soared ten thousand zhang high, like black clouds shrouding heaven and earth.
At the bottom of the dust cloud, a sword scar ravine stretching a thousand zhang long and a hundred zhang deep appeared starkly.
The ravine spread outward, but after destroying nearly half the towering peak, it was blocked by a strange evil force.
The source of that evil force was precisely where the blood sea lay beneath the Sacred Spirit Cult's towering peak.
At the bottom of the ravine, an even more enormous underground space was laid bare.
Above the space, a massive formation seal circulated. Under the might of Yin Qingxue's sword, its radiance shone brilliantly as the pressure of the sword technique drove it to its limit.
The rubble falling from above the ravine was ground into powder by the formation and the lingering ripples of sword light.
Beneath the formation seal stood a towering altar, upon which six Nascent Soul cultivators sat cross-legged.
Around the altar, thirty-six Pill Furnaces stood encircling it like stars surrounding the moon.
Above the altar, the Sacred Spirit Cult Saintess wore a light veil. Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed as she looked upward, her sharp gaze piercing through the billowing dust and locking firmly onto Yin Qingxue in the sky.
"Who... are you?"
Her clear, gentle voice was not loud, yet it pierced through ten thousand zhang of sky and rang in Yin Qingxue's ears like needles.
The rise and fall of her chest stirred faint ripples, while the fierce fury between her