The vast blade aura was like a rain of blades, blanketing the dense expanse of heaven and earth.
Xu Zimo descended with his blade in hand, cleaving heaven and shattering earth.
To him, even if he could not kill this toad demon, he could not allow it to disturb Zhou Yanjun.
And Zhou Yanjun was very fast.
He knew a great deal about the Old Universe.
Even though the present Old Universe had undergone changes so vast that seas had turned to mulberry fields, leaving many things unfamiliar.
As long as something was related to the Old Universe of the past, he could still recognize it at a glance.
At this moment, Zhou Yanjun used his fingers as a pen, writing faster and faster.
They had nearly become afterimages.
Very soon, dense golden light glittered at the edge of heaven and earth.
Beneath that majestic golden light were tiny yet tangible characters.
Every word was lifelike, as though it might come alive at any moment.
When the Soul-Seeking Art was finished, Zhou Yanjun swept his hand.
At once, countless words became like a river.
They began to flow.
"Splash, splash."
The sea of words surged forward, flowing toward Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo reacted swiftly as well.
With a wave of his hand, he gathered all those words into his palm.
Of course, that was not the end of it.
After ensuring there was nothing wrong with the words, he gazed at them, his mind continuously deducing and evolving their meaning.
In truth, at his level, many things could be learned with a single glance.
The phrase "one glance spans ten thousand years" was not merely empty talk.
Moreover, although the Soul-Seeking Art was a technique of the Old Universe.
Xu Zimo had never encountered it before.
That still did not