Chu Zhiyuan smiled and clasped his fists. "Chu Zhiyuan of the Heavenly Sword Sect greets the four seniors."
The altar was only two meters high and fifteen or sixteen meters away from Chu Zhiyuan, so they were not looking down at him, merely watching from afar.
"A disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?" A round-faced old man studied him with great interest. "You really are a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"
Chu Zhiyuan gave a soft laugh, and a streak of white light suddenly surged from his palm.
The white light gathered into a ball, swiftly condensing into a tiny sword that hovered above his head, trembling faintly.
Like a small sword carved from white jade, it gave off a warm, lustrous sheen beneath the sunlight.
Exquisite and delicate, vivid in every detail.
Yet it emanated a vast and boundless aura that reached heaven and earth, like a majestic mountain about to crush down upon them, leaving them unable to breathe.
Even with their profound cultivation, having completed the Ninth Revolution and reached the point where there was no further path forward, they still felt a suffocating pressure.
The four old men exchanged glances, then turned back to inspect Chu Zhiyuan from head to toe.
The aura of the Heavenly Sword was unmistakable, but how could someone so young possess such cultivation?
Since when had the Heavenly Sword Sect produced such a young peerless master?!
Chu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand, and the little white jade sword drifted lightly down into his palm.
After the Ninth Revolution, the Heavenly Sword Secret Scripture had undergone a qualitative transformation. Sword Qi could now condense into a short sword that was truly tangible.
This sword did not wound with the hardness of its blade, but with sword intent and Sword Qi.
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