Dong Muyu sized Chu Zhiyuan up curiously, clicking her tongue in admiration. "A prodigy who ascended on his own—and another Senior Brother Lu."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "Why don't you suspect me, Senior Sister Dong?"
Dong Muyu looked puzzled. "Suspect you of what?"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "What if I were from a hostile faction, or some fiend?"
Dong Muyu burst out laughing and shook her head. "Without the Heavenly Sword's permission, outsiders can't enter Heavenly Sword Peak."
Chu Zhiyuan suddenly raised his head to look at the sky.
Dong Muyu smiled. "What are you looking at, Junior Brother Chu?"
Chu Zhiyuan's gaze shone as he fell into thought.
After hearing Dong Muyu's words, he let down his earlier guard and released his Super Sensation.
The instant his Super Sensation illuminated everything, he saw a colossal sword lying across the void overhead.
It was more than two hundred meters long and over thirty meters wide. Its myriad strange patterns formed the two divine characters: State and Land.
Those patterns seemed like flood dragons winding and slithering about.
The patterns twisted and changed, yet they kept the two divine characters unchanged. It was truly extraordinary.
The pressure Chu Zhiyuan felt from it far surpassed the Emperor's Sword of the Lesser Beyond the Heavens.
The enormous sword seemed motionless within the void, yet it breathed in and out like a living being, concealing itself.
Chu Zhiyuan had an instinctive feeling that he was no match for this Emperor's Sword. It posed a fatal threat to him.
So he could not act too presumptuously in the Heavenly Sword Sect. He had to tuck his tail between his legs.
"You saw it?" Dong Muyu asked.
"The Heavenly Sword?" Chu Zhiyuan said.
Dong Muyu giggled. "Impressive, Junior Brother Chu. Very few people can see the Heavenly Sword."