Before such a mighty force of heaven and earth, Su Shi'er had no doubt that if the power within erupted, few could withstand it, whether they were like him or true Immortals.
The thought flashed through his mind. His gaze then dropped to the base of the Immortal Pillar.
A solitary figure sat there cross-legged.
The woman wore a pale blue-green dress. Her face was cold and exquisitely beautiful, her eyes closed, while a point of starlight flickered in and out of sight between her brows.
The starlight was faint, yet it carried a mysterious aura Su Shi'er found familiar.
The woman before him was none other than Shen Miaoyin, whom he had searched for so long.
The Wangshu Sword lay across her knees. Its blade trembled softly, releasing a steady stream of icy Sword Intent to contend with the black-and-gold chains around her.
Power surged and ebbed like waves. Under its relentless wash, the Wangshu Sword's sword spirit flickered in and out of sight, visibly weaker than when Su Shi'er had first seen her.
Catching sight of Su Shi'er from the corner of her eye, the sword spirit showed no joy. Instead, her brows knitted tight with worry.
Their gazes met for an instant before Su Shi'er turned his attention back to Shen Miaoyin, puzzled.
Even if Senior Sister Shen Miaoyin's memories had yet to return, and even if the sword spirit had failed to recognize him, someone's arrival should not have made her so worried.
After all, he held the Array Hub Token, and Senior Sister Shen Miaoyin had a connection with Sect Master Ren Yunzong.
Even if she did not recognize him, the token should have told her what was happening. Otherwise, he could never have reached this place so smoothly.
Yet now that he was here,