Spiritual energy condensed once more in Zhang Huanjin's hand.
Behind him seemed to be reflected the august majesty of an immortal, as boundless, majestic immortal light descended.
It illuminated the entire firmament, its brilliance even surpassing the rosy clouds of the Purple Cloud Holy Land.
"Let the sword bear the Heavenly Dao."
Another sword strike fell. This was no mere sword strike—it seemed to transform into boundless Heavenly Dao.
A single sword carried the power of the heavens.
Bearing the entire Heavenly Dao, as the rosy light descended, Mirror Great Sage's expression changed drastically.
His heart pounded wildly. This was the feeling of death drawing near; his mirror was warning him.
At that moment, Mirror Great Sage had no time to think of anything else. He immediately put away the mirror, his figure flickering through the depths of the void as he sought to evade the blow.
"Retreat!" The Demon Refining Sage beside him was likewise aghast, hurriedly dodging to one side.
When this sword finally fell, the entire world fell silent.
Even the massive pit was caught within its reach. The earth seemed to have been plowed over by sword intent, explosions ringing out without end as countless pits of varying sizes appeared.
Yet the altar glowing with seven-colored radiance remained utterly unmoved, as though it had been impervious to every law and technique just now.
Even Zhang Huanjin cast the altar a deeply contemplative glance.
"As expected of an Innate Supreme Treasure. This time, I will surely bring it back to the Holy Court."
"How curious." Mirror Great Sage gripped his mirror in his trembling right hand.
His senses were keen, allowing him to feel the attack even more intensely.
"So this is the power of a Saint King? Saints come and go beneath heaven, yet I alone