As she flew through the air, Ning Buhui wore a helpless expression.
She had finally obtained the sect's legacy, but Sword Twenty-Nine's Life Token and Soul Token had both shattered over a month ago, along with those of the six elders who had accompanied him...
The Grand Supreme Elder, Yin-Yang Sword Ancestor, had gone into secluded cultivation again, refusing to emerge. She had suddenly become one of the Yin-Yang Sword Sect's few remaining elders, and he had entrusted the sect's legacy to her, making her one of its central pillars overnight.
Moreover, many Golden Core Stage cultivators had fallen, and the sect war sparked by the Three Divine Sects' invasion had inflicted enormous losses...
Now, many lineages and sects throughout Golden Soil were stirring restlessly. What were the surrounding cultivation sects plotting, too?
The thought of all this gave Ning Buhui a headache. She should never have accepted the Grand Supreme Elder's legacy Token in the first place...
Although her swordsmanship and cultivation had indeed advanced greatly, all these additional troubles left her unable to focus on practicing her swordsmanship and comprehending the Sword Dao...
Still, she privately suspected that the deaths of Grand Elder Sword Twenty-Nine and the elders who had accompanied him were most likely connected to the Ascension Immortal Palace.
At the same time, she suspected that the so-called Fellow Daoist Cold Night might also have come for the Ascension Immortal Palace...
The difference was that Sword Twenty-Nine and the others had already perished, while Cold Night had just sent her another reply...
That made her wonder whether she had guessed wrong.
More importantly, she could also sense that Cold Night was not his real name at all...
Damn it! I'll find you someday!
In an expanse of azure sky.
Hurricanes churned with thunderous rumbles, and