As the flying sword trembled, the originally scarlet seventh great character was veiled in a black, inky glow. Black and red intertwined, looking especially eerie.
At the very center of the giant sword's blade was a circular sundial.
The sundial was likewise ringed with the ancient characters of the Twelve Earthly Branches.
As the sundial's gnomon quivered, it slowly shifted counterclockwise, gradually pointing toward the same character.
The giant sword's true form appeared for only an instant before shooting into the sea of clouds above, streaking across the heavens like a meteor.
"Th-this... Years Like a Shuttle is actually a flying sword?"
Watching the departing sword light, Ye Qingxue could not help crying out.
After speaking, she turned her head and saw that her master beside her had already gone pale as snow.
"This is trouble. Years Like a Shuttle has been activated. Within Xuan Nu Tower, apart from Third Sister, I fear no one can suppress it."
"But Third Sister is severely injured and is recuperating in the Qingluan Realm."
Her gentle body swayed slightly as Shangguan Rong murmured softly, the worry in her eyes growing ever heavier.
A sharp glint flashed through Ye Qingxue's eyes. Though she did not know exactly what had happened, she knew the situation was dire.
Especially when she swept her gaze around and saw the earth below constantly shaking, she took a deep breath and hurriedly continued,
"Master, Years Like a Shuttle has caused the earth to tremble. Across Chenxing, natural disasters must be breaking out everywhere. We..."
Before she could finish, Shangguan Rong immediately reacted.
Forcing down the worry in her heart, she loudly shouted, "All disciples of Xuan Nu Tower, heed my command! Follow me down the mountain at once and rescue the mortals and cultivators throughout Chenxing!"
As she spoke,