Within the pavilion, the cultivators took their seats.
Mist drifted through the air, gradually obscuring their vision. Xu Xuan had no idea where this white mist came from. A thin curtain seemed to fall between everyone, moisture settling toward the floor, dewdrops gleaming.
Xu Xuan silently looked up. The inky aura surrounding Elder Yuan mingled with the white mist, making his expression almost impossible to discern.
"Yuejue, flying swords."
Xu Xuan silently repeated the name, his sword intent stirring as though trembling. In fact, the first technique he had used was the Flying Sword Technique. He had even devoted himself to cultivating spiritual perception, and could now send several swords out together against an enemy.
Above him, Song Shiyi slowly swept his gaze over the gathering, an inscrutable meaning in his eyes. After these past days, he had already reached the Foundation Establishment late stage.
On the other side, the man in the Golden Garment slowly looked toward Xu Xuan. His features were handsome and unworldly, his golden eyes radiant, divine splendor concealed within. His golden robes were sumptuous and flowing, Fire Trees embroidered on their cuffs. Every movement carried the profound majesty of Greater Yang.
Xu Xuan met his gaze without a trace of courtesy. As they sized each other up, his [Tribulation Heart Pool] stirred, rising within his qi sea. Silver-white lightning surged out, countless fine silver rays bristling, all aimed squarely at the man before him.
Their swords left their scabbards, filling the pavilion with ashen gray and brilliant white. Cinnabar Thunder Sword had a slender blade, its guard bearing wind, thunder, and Heavenly Peng patterns. Three streaks of Green, white, and purple lightning flickered across its blade, appearing and disappearing as they transformed into sun, moon, and a river of stars—the image of the Three Luminaries.