Dust-Sweeping, Dai Ye.
The sky blazed with brilliant silver-white and profound black, the powers of destruction and annihilation driven to their utmost.
The Northern Dipper shone dazzlingly, its stars revolving and joining into an undying, imperishable central axis.
Thus, the seat of the central firmament manifested.
Xu Xuan stepped forward, fully entering Dust-Sweeping's mountain gates. Cinnabar Thunder rumbled in his hand, countless calamities flowing along its blade like rolling lead and mercury. He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over countless peaks and palaces to lock onto An Xianhui.
A chill instantly rose within Dust-Sweeping's Dao Heir. He felt as though the tribulation lightning filling the heavens had grown eyes and turned as one to look at him. No matter how he fled, he could not escape.
An Xianhui immediately understood why.
This Calamity-Splitting True Person had wounded him before, marking him with altar thunder. Even though his injuries had healed, he remained subject to the thunder's pursuit.
"Go into the Three Bows Palace."
An old man in a gray, star-patterned Robe of Law emerged from behind him and patted An Xianhui's shoulder. Void light flashed, sending him into the Three Bows Palace. Xu Xuan was in no hurry to strike. He intended to trample Dust-Sweeping in the most decisive manner possible, knocking down every cultivator who stood before him.
"This old man is Yin Pei, Daoist name Yuan Xing. Greetings, fellow Daoist."
The old man looked over, letting a trace of his perfected void zheng aura spread outward. Countless pale-white threads shifted around him: [Cosmic Law Governance]. "You cannot stop me."
The silver-robed Sword Immortal spoke slowly. The Xiezhi on his broad sleeve seemed to come alive, its divine thunder eyes fixed on the Three Bows Palace. "You have gone too far."
True Person Yuan Xing shook his