Demons Rise in Profound Heaven

Although Ling Yi had already guessed as much, hearing Gu Yuanqing say it himself still sent a tremor through his heart.

The cosmos was vast; naturally, this could not be its only world. Visitors from other worlds had appeared in ancient records, but those accounts dated back untold tens of thousands of years and were impossible to verify. Now, however, he had seen one with his own eyes.

He calmed the surging waves in his heart a little and said solemnly, "Though the Nine Regions Divine Continent has fallen into demonic hands, this vast world still has room for visitors from beyond it, so long as we share the same aspirations!"

"If by sharing the same aspirations you mean hunting heavenly demons, Sect Master Ling, then I am very interested indeed," Gu Yuanqing said.

Ling Yi cupped his hands. "Then, on behalf of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect and the Nine Regions Divine Continent, I welcome you, Daoist Friend."

They exchanged a smile.

Just then, a disciple of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect approached, served them tea, and withdrew.

Ling Yi smiled. "This is our sect's thousand-year cloud heart sword gall tea. It nourishes the divine soul and sword heart. Please, give it a taste."

Gu Yuanqing lifted his cup. The tea leaves were slender and straight, their blue-green edges faintly traced with gold, like miniature immortal swords. The tea was as clear as autumn waters, with wisps of cloudlike vapor circling above it without dispersing. Occasionally, tiny golden gleams flickered like roaming sword light.

He took a small sip. As the tea slid down his throat, a crisp, warm current streamed straight into his sea of consciousness, leaving his mind clear and refreshed. Threads of Geng Metal dao resonance also lingered within it. When his divine sense touched them,