"Greetings, [True Lord Miaoling Duzhao]!"
The cultivators of the Five Realms gazed at that streak of heavenly radiance over the East Sea and felt the pressure emanating from a Golden Core True Lord. No matter which realm they came from or which tradition they cultivated, all bowed their heads in salute.
[True Lord Miaoling Duzhao].
This was Chen Xinqiao's True Lord honorific.
"Quick! Before she fully ascends to the Golden Position, strike and kill her!"
"Fellow Daoists, hold nothing back! If she really succeeds, it will do none of us any good."
"An outsider cultivator has attained the rank of True Lord. If word gets out, the heavens of Chaos will truly take us for useless trash."
The Lords of Heaven and Earth all looked as though they had seen a ghost, their faces filled with disbelief. They still clung to the hope of joining forces to knock Chen Xinqiao down from the Golden Position, just as they had brought down True Person Qingxu a thousand years ago.
Chen Xinqiao slowly raised her hand, plucked a strand of heavenly radiance from the void, and sent it onto the Immortal Sword in the [Heavenly Army Night-Cutting Goddess]'s hand.
The heavenly radiance was like well water. As it splashed onto the Immortal Sword, the blade instantly shone with brilliant light, its edge incomparably sharp. Compared to its present state, the sword before had been like a bright pearl veiled in dust.
Now, with a bowl of clear water, the dust upon the sword had finally been wiped away, allowing it to see daylight once more.
"Not enough."
The [Heavenly Army Night-Cutting Goddess] glanced at the sword in her hand and spoke.
Washing the sword was not complicated, but neither was it that simple. That strand of [Heavenly Well Radiance] profound mystery could,