A short while later, beneath the Earth Vein Fire Pool.
Sheltered by the White Sun Tower, Qionghengzi's golden nascent soul surveyed the Ancient Sword phantom at the center of the Soul-Devouring Formation's wreckage from afar, his pupils narrowing slightly.
At that moment.
Lin Mo and Qiongsongzi hovered in midair on either side of the golden nascent soul. Lin Mo held the Third Ancient Sword he had previously subdued, the star-pattern formation diagram on its surface flashing incessantly.
In appearance, the Ancient Sword phantom was almost indistinguishable from the actual Ancient Sword.
However, the star-pattern formation diagram on the phantom's surface was extremely dim. This was the greatest difference between the two!
"The Ancient Sword phantom has no aura whatsoever."
Lin Mo glanced at the golden nascent soul's expression and said softly, "Senior, you may not believe what I say, but these truly are my thoughts."
"The Qiongxiao Sect and the Divine Firmament Sect were originally one, sharing the same roots. Now that your sect has drifted away from its source, it is like this Ancient Sword phantom, like rootless duckweed. Once its fortune is damaged, it will have nothing to sustain it, and its legacy will ultimately die out."
"If the two sects merge and complement the sect's fortune, not only will your strength recover, but the sect will also flourish. The spirits of your sect's ancestors in heaven would surely rejoice to see it."
Qionghengzi remained silent.
Golden light flashed across his nascent soul, and he shot upward. Qiongsongzi lightly swept his sleeve, taking Lin Mo with him as he followed close behind.
Before long, the three emerged from underground and returned to the cave on Back Mountain.
"Your guesses were correct."
After another long silence, Qionghengzi's golden nascent soul finally spoke in a low voice. "All five of