The universe of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands shook. Thunder roared across its entire expanse, shattering star rivers.
The heavens grew unstable. The supreme laws of the Great Dao surged, disturbed and affronted.
Boundless energy of transcendence poured back into Haotian Shangdi's Divine Seat, stabilizing its foundation. Light shone from the Heaven Beyond Heaven Scenic Realm, driving away the encroachment.
The Transcendence Land was governed by neither heaven nor earth and lay outside the Dao. There, Meng Chuan was the sole ruler.
Ye Fan and the others stared at the Divine Seat in the sky. They felt boundless pressure in body and soul, as though they faced a supreme Heavenly Emperor!
Supremely exalted, august and upright, like the sun at heaven's zenith, it ruled the heavens and held sway over the Ten Thousand Worlds. It was the king of the Great Dao!
"That sword strike..." Ruthless recalled Meng Chuan's strike too. She felt she had glimpsed endless things within it, as though it had encompassed everything in the world.
"An unparalleled art, the Seven Swords of Heaven-Cutting." Meng Chuan smiled as his aura began to subside. "The highest-level art I possess."
"Want to learn it?"
"I can teach you."
The Seven Swords of Heaven-Cutting could serve as a cultivation technique, and naturally included moves for defending the Dao.
With some adjustments to adapt it to the way of Shrouding the Heavens, he could still pass it on.
"What matters is the person, not the art. Even if we learned it, we couldn't unleash power like yours." Ye Fan shook his head.
"Just tell me whether you want to learn it," Meng Chuan said.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Ye Fan answered without the slightest hesitation.
Meng Chuan had known that would be his answer. He then looked toward Haotian