All of this happened in the blink of an eye, the avatar and his true body working together seamlessly.
However, things naturally would not end so easily.
The ancient sword was joined to the grand formation, each balancing the other. The moment it left the sealing formation, its power erupted within the North Spring Realm.
Sword light flashed and flared, and sword intent surged like a tide, erupting in every direction.
In an instant, it sliced countless fine space rifts into the surrounding void.
The talisman formation that had bound it shattered at once. The divine artifact's power spread outward, seeking to turn everything around it into its own sword dao boundary domain.
Gu Yuanqing remained calm. He had prepared for this.
He raised his right hand, spread his fingers slightly, and closed them around empty air. The power of the North Spring Realm instantly answered his will.
The raging tide of sword intent unleashed by the ancient sword had spread less than a hundred zhang before an invisible force pressed down on it from every direction.
Yet the two forces reached a momentary stalemate.
And at that moment, the Demon Lord's Hand moved.
The spiritual consciousness born within the hand had waited far too long for this moment. When the ancient sword's power erupted outward, a sliver of weakness appeared in its suppression of him.
Demonic qi of the deepest darkness surged from the palm. The hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and with a hum, it actually ejected the ancient sword from its grasp.
A suffocating pressure burst forth. Dark energy enveloped the entire hand, roiling as though it were about to take human form.
A voice seemed to roar amid wild laughter, "I'm finally free!"
Gu Yuanqing shook his head with a smile.
Had the true Demon