The sword intent withdrew, and Cinnabar Thunder rang out.
Every figure before him was cut down, dissolving into clear, illusory waters of reincarnation.
Xu Xuan silently savored the changes in his sword intent: mighty and vast, cycling endlessly, born at the ultimate limit. Almost without expending any magical power, a casual swing of his sword already surpassed the utmost strength of his former spells and enchanted artifacts.
[Cinnabar Thunder] slashed down, exposing a hairline sliver of the great void, which then closed again.
"Truly, it can cut down the intangible—even the great void can be cleaved, let alone other Spellcraft. No wonder they call it breaking ten thousand arts with a single sword."
The thunder marsh dissipated, and his consciousness returned. When he opened his eyes again, he was already seated aboard that shabby, ancient black skiff.
Countless underworld bailiffs and ghostly officials came howling toward him, only to be annihilated by the immortal light over Reincarnation Lake. This ferry crossing had truly opened, carrying him outward.
At the same time, a bolt of azure thunder pierced heaven and earth. Immortal Blessings resounded, Talisman Runes spread, and it was finally about to break out of this place. The underworld shook, and a fissure opened wide.
"[Heavenly Capital Celestial Rite] is returning, and that flood dragon wants to leave too!"
"Let him go. Anyone who crosses Reincarnation Lake is entitled to leave."
Many voices sounded from the darkness, stabilizing the underworld before gradually falling silent. Only the azure thunder remained, piercing outward, with Xu Xuan following aboard his skiff.
Beyond the fissure, an azure moon hung high, drawing away this so-called [Heavenly Capital Celestial Rite]. Its wondrous manifestations subsided, and the fissure was sealed completely.
"Something connected to the Golden Rank fell into the Netherworld!"
Tiantuo discerned its true nature and