In the Divine Temple Heavenly Prison, the forbidden art of Mirror Flowers, Water Moon dissipated. The bodies of the Gutan Sect experts above the dome turned over, and they floated upright in the air, seated cross-legged.
Celestial Wind Perfected, dressed in gray cloth robes, woke from the illusion the moment Ren Ye thrust the Human Emperor Sword into Wangwu Mountain.
He slowly opened his aged eyes, surveyed the battlefield thick with blood, and said softly to Ren Ye, "Young friend, you broke the spell with a single strike and saved our Gutan Sect from a thousand-year calamity. I, Heavenly Wind, will surely repay this kindness."
Ren Ye froze for a moment, then screamed hysterically, "At a time like this, stop putting on fucking airs and make yourself useful! Hurry!"
Celestial Wind Perfected was also briefly stunned by this exceedingly crude "order." Only then did he close his eyes again and murmur softly, "One of the nine swords is missing. Wangwu, take your place!"
"Boom!"
At his words, an aura as vast as a tide of stars erupted from Celestial Wind Perfected's body. Below, the Eight Mountains and Eight Swords each shone brilliantly, answering his radiance from afar.
The immense aura surged from the center of the Divine Temple, filling the entire Gutan Sect Secret Realm in the blink of an eye. Northwest of Gutan Village, a broken sword shot into the sky from a dried-up well. A child had tied a red tassel to it while playing, and now it sped toward the Divine Temple like a divine rainbow.
Contrary to Brother Sword Spirit's conjecture, this broken sword was named Wangwu and was also part of the Gutan Village assignment. However, the conditions for obtaining it were relatively complicated and obscure. Over the past month or so, both sides had