Inside the ancient palace on the plaza halfway up Azure Dragon Mountain.
Dai Sangyu sat cross-legged in gray robes, a three-foot blade of mingled blue and white resting across her knees.
The entire hall was utterly silent. Sitting there, Dai Sangyu looked like a piece of dead wood, her breathing barely perceptible.
Suddenly-
The three-foot blade resting on her knees began to tremble, its vibrations frighteningly rapid.
The flying sword's movements naturally roused Dai Sangyu. She opened her eyes and looked down at the trembling sword on her knees.
Bewilderment filled her heart. What's going on? The flying sword is actually resisting me. It's been over a hundred and fifty years since it acknowledged me as its master. Never once has it slipped out of my control!
While she was still hesitating-
Whoosh!
The three-foot blade on her knees erupted with azure radiance and shot straight upward, smashing through the palace roof and flying outside!
"This is bad!" Anxiety flashed in Dai Sangyu's eyes.
She hurriedly summoned her Escape Light and flew out through the hole the flying sword had smashed in the palace.
Hovering above Azure Dragon Mountain, she saw-
The Spirit-Linking Flying Sword that had accompanied her for a hundred and fifty years and slain countless evil cultivators was now radiating countless strands of azure sword light, stirring the spiritual qi of the entire mountain into violent turmoil.
A thousand zhang overhead, countless motes of spirit light visible to the naked eye materialized out of thin air. They shone in every color, and at their very center was the flying sword, which had already expanded to several zhang in length.
Then a humming suddenly rang out in the sky. Like a dragon drawing up water, the flying sword shimmered with hazy azure light and swallowed the vast sea